Sunday, December 31, 2006

Change of Mindsets

The new year 2007 is just a few hours away. I like to make a last post for this year and end with an observation.

I hate resolutions which many feel obliged to do at such a time. I am rather spontaneous in my actions and along the years I learnt to appreciate and make the most of every moment. Such a strategy does not always make one popular for the simple reason that society needs to be structured so that everything will move through life smoothly (or so it is thought). However, nature has its own designs and too much of a structured existence can be stifling.

Most baby boomers - not only in Malta, but in most countries too - has gone through a disciplinary phase during their upbringing and have grown to either hate it and go to the other extreme where they learn to be more relaxed with themselves or else get too absorbed with discipline that it becomes a psychological handicap to one's growth and well being.

Lately, I happened to come across a poem by Jorge Luis Borge, an Argentinian writer, who at 85 realises that his past 'proper' life had robbed him of many of the simple joys of life. The poem called Instants expresses my very thoughts about the necessity to venture forward in life and not be too preoccupied with all its ups and downs. Too many safety nets create another problem - the regret that we have not really lived.

I often smile when I remember an incident that happened to a friend of mine. His grandpa was one who always thought of himself as being wise and sensible. He exercised thrift and prepared himself to all eventualities such as carrying an umbrella when going out, etc. One of his habits was that every empty glass jar he comes across he would store it on a shelf he had above his toilet seat for possible future use. One day the shelf gave way and all the jars fell on the toilet seat and cracking it all over....

In the past I don't know how many times I heard the phrase ingrained on me 'to save for a rainy day'. The thing about this philosophy is that who ever exercises it tends not to know how to recognise the rainy day. He keeps waiting for that day and never improves his lot even if he can.

I would rather change that philosophy to 'saving for a sunny day' as giving a break to ourselves is more healthy in the long run - than waiting for disasters that are most often being manifested by our very selves when caught in this kind of thinking.

Cherish Every Moment - "I who am blind can give one hint to those who see: use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense, glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which nature provides."~ Helen Keller

May I wish everyone the best of health - both mentally and physically - for the coming new year.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Time

Phew! What a nightmare it had been this month through moving and trying to settle down in a new place and actually getting down to my usual way of working. From countryside to seaside and from a shared life to a solitary one once again. Quite traumatic time but I must admit that having no Internet connection for almost a month was part of this trauma. I noticed that in December I had no posts at all and wish to place a comment before the month and year is out.

I managed to fix my Internet connection just in time for Christmas and to make a couple of observations tied to the Maltese Christmas traditions that even foreigners who love our way of life might find of interest.

I am not mentioning the pasturi (clay figures) that are used in cribs and which take pride of place in the Maltese Christmas culture.

I just refer to food and weather.

I seem to wonder how the qaghaq ta' l-ghasel (treacle rings) managed to survive the passage of time and still is as popular as much as ever. To me it is one item that heralds the approaching of Christmastime.

The ring-cakes are filled with a cooked mixture of honey, semolina and some kind of liqueur. Just before these are placed in the oven their pastry surface is sliced in different places so that the filling is allowed space to escape through the pastry when expanding.

But a fascinating custom tied to these times is called l-irwiegel - rules or calends with which farmers are most familiar with. These rules start on December 13th and continue until the 24th (Christmas Eve). It is understood that the twelve days before Christmas correspond exactly to the twelve months of the following year ie the 13th would correspond to January, the 14th to February and so on - ending on the 24th which would be December. This serves as a good forecast of the weather tendencies for the following year's months.

The splendour of the Maltese culture is often threatened by social changes and researchers try to keep customs alive by continuously exposing their findings to the emerging generations.

A Happy and Healthy season to all.