know emotion, acknowledge it, manage it to be favorable to the comfort of life not burden of life
it takes me a life time to do it, now not even reaching a masteryyet
knowing emotions is the simplest yet it takes my honesty and a bit of knowledge about emotions; it is like putting flowers of different colours into different baskets
acknowledging emotions takes my discernment, almost like which flowers will be used for today’s arrangementthen pull them into one big basket, put the rest (unused ones) in a safe place just in case some are needed
and managing emotion for life favor is like starting arranging the chosen flowers; i need to know what type of flower arrangement i can make from the flowers i chooseor the other way: the management is the result of a flower arrangement plan — a master has known this when s/he sees the flowers in the earliest phase
now i realise this can be an art in life, yet only when it is trained
Since senior high schooler I’ve been the informal student of Sabrang’s father, now Sabrang becomes my teacher together with Prof Bagus Muljadi.
Two brilliant scholars yet underrated — what’s not though in my country?
They’re younger than me? It doesn’t matter, lifelong learning process is non discriminative; everybody can be anybody’s student or teacher simultaneously.
Found a dearest good friend wrote a touching message in Instagram this evening and would love to keep it here — only in Bahasa Indonesia though
My translation into English might never be good enough to contain how compassionate her message is. You might want to translate with Google.
Note: it is a verbatim text
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bertahun lalu, ketika berkesempatan mengunjungi ka’bah, aku duduk menatapnya lalu berucap: “tuhan, tunjukkan aku cara membaca (iqra) alquran. karean aku tidak percaya tuhan mana pengasih maha penyayang se-strict itu.” aku mengacu ke penekanan pada dosa dan neraka yang kerap diangkat.
sejak itu—atau sebenarnya jauh sebelumnya, aku percaya tuhan terus menjawab permintaanku: hidupku adalah tanggapan tak putus dari tuhan atas permintaan itu. dia menunjukkan betapa dia maha pengasih, maha penyayang dan nama-nama lain yang terlingkupi oleh rahman dan rahim.
aku dipertemukan dengan manusia dan makhluk lain (kucing misalnya) yang menunjukkan ragam bentuk kasih sayang, diperjalankan melalui peristiwa-peristiwa yang membantu melembutkan hati—atau menunjukkan di bagian mana hatïku masih perlu dilembutkan; dan dititipkan pada sekolah-sekolah yang secara gamblang membimbingku untuk lebih berwelas asih, berserah, dan merayakan hidup dan keagungannya.
manusia sejatinya bisa berjalan sesuai fatwa hatinya; bisa tergerakkan oleh arahan jiwa (spirit)-nya; bisa hidup dengan lebih jujur minimal kepada diri sendiri. utopis? atau bisa jadi pemikiran bahwa hal ini utopis telah membatasi kita?
banyak yang ingin kuceritakan. bukan untuk mengajarkan, karena siapalah aku ini. namun, lebih ke berbagi. siapa tahu ada yang mengetuk hatimu, lalu kau mengetuk hatiku kembali. Sama-sama kita belajar menjadi manusia.
ingin bercerita, tetapi belum tahu bagaimana. kutaruh tulisan ini di sini sebagai langkah awal. atau, mungkin, kau punya cerita, kegelisahan, pertanyaan, atau ide yang bisa melanjutkkan pembicaraan ini? terima kasih.
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Thank you, dear friend. You’ve touched my heart many times, I hope I’ve at least once done as good as you.
Sharp eyes take a rest Just for a click before sleep. Resting from details--
doing VIP again which is so close with the stage in which spectators see what the tribune folks are curious about; almost like how my job is done: meticulous, detailed, focus-based, forcing, defining violation, root cause analysis, corrective action, management system, emotionless and in some way cruel — loved by my employer, hated by those not committed 🤠
ignoring details is almost like catching eel with hand covered with coconut oil
finding chaos among harmony is almost a curse to me; now i am pulling back my expertise to find harmony among chaos — outside my job
on the way. yosh!
to my colleagues reading this in silence you know how i love this job 🤠頑張ってね❣️
this is the closest i can be with my favourite singer whose songs were memorised by me and childhood friends like we memorised our own landline number by then
すごい❣️
Noe Clerc Trio from France — the accordion made it so much unique
other than Ring of Fire this duo is another permanent “performer”, the ones who warm the stage not less than the artists — they’re artists, too with their typical Jogjakartan jokes
see you again, syuuu!
Kuntari – amazingly incredible! i could not resist their beats that resemble Sumatran music; one nephew could not stop rocking our bench following the tempo
my God, this is my fave among those i took by myself — the hues and the moon are like magic
two of 4 founders (Pak Sigit, Mas Butet), advisors (Pak Andy, Mas Iko), the duo
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I didn’t take picture of Gigi Jazz Project performing, pre-occupied with the vibe to sing along and laugh at myself due to the lyrics! 😂😍💕
a different Gigi i’ve ever experienced
this was type of source of heat for all of us — thank you, dear fire
if time allows, i’ll see you again next year, dear Bromo nature — you are amazing
Sometimes her tongue is too sharp But don't blame her tongue, It's her eyes too sharp But don't blame her eyes, It's her brain too critical But don't blame her brain, It's her rationale too weak But don't blame her rationale, It's her research insufficient But don't blame her research, It's her data too narrow But don't blame her data, It's her survey not detailed But don't blame her survey, It's her objective not well conveyed But....
She writes love poems. Yet they get angry, not knowing that She just expresses naked truth.
She hopes that she is not exposed As her poems are limited edition.
Big picture, my love Everything and every one In one golden frame. Let this one story emerge. No eagle eye. Close that eye.
doing tribune tonight — everything looks small but that’s what big picture is about ♥️ amazing❣️
my current personal project is learning how to see the big picture of matters around me as i’ve been infected with a “disease” called “too much focused on details all my life” — being picky, the kacamata-kuda* type which is very nyebelin* ☺️
Keubitbit, Aceh in ethnic jazz Nusantara — fabulously amazing 💕 unfortunately my video is a whole song so might have violated copyright when uploaded and so marked as private — please enjoy the photos (stage and lighting brought the music performance to the next level)
let’s go back to the stage after the Maghrib/dinner break
Elfa’s Singers! Oh goodness I am back to young heart and full of love!!!
Ring of Fire
Ring of Fire is a permanent performer in Jazz Gunung as this group was started by the Jazz Gunung founders. Ring of Fire will collaborate with some guests in Jazz Gunung playing the music arranged in many different ethnic music genre in Indonesia. Ring of Fire has shown to many that ethnic music genre in Indonesia is so rich by itself and enriching what’s played through it.
this year is the 16th year of Jazz Gunung Bromo; can’t wait to celebrate its sweet 17 next year 😍
There's so much here Wanting to burst Colours and fragrances That have been hiding In a deep cave For ages. It is gemstones, The petrified blood, tears and sweats Traveling with time and space: Flowing river To the turquoise sea Uniting with You.
How heavy is jar? As heavy as what is forced, Light as what is poured--
RC Gorman’s work of art
today i learnt that one typical problem can be heavy or light for the same person in different situations; or for different people at the same situation — it is always about how we carry the life
A hermit walks in To a cave in a market. His night's never dark, Day's never noisy. He's still When he moves or talks. Centered--
Today is about another batik prepared by Mbak Izzah for shipment from Jogjakarta to Singapore.
Batik Ciptoning
Ciptoning is a Javanese word composed of two: cipta or cipto and ning.
Cipta or cipto means thought, imagination, creativity.
Also….
It means to create or to manifest.
And….
The ning, ening, bening, wening means clear as of water, clear as of mind, quiet, serene.
So ciptoning can mean clarify the thought and imagination or creativity….
Or creating or manifesting in serenity or in clear mind or in quiet mind.
This batik pattern consists of ceplok (clusters) of geometry patterns formed by series of parang, wayang, gurdha (garuda) or wings pattern, bird and some isen-isen (repeated small dots or checks or lines to fill the space among all primary and secondary patterns).
I did talk about parang, gurdha and isen-isen in previous postings. Hope they still can be looked up, or else they should be googled. 😉
There are two wayang characters in the centers of the ceplok who are Begawan Abiyasa and Arjuna; one is the spiritual teacher, the other is the pupil. This is the scene when Begawan Abiyasa teaches Arjuna on how to complete a retreat. Once Begawan Abiyasa completes his task, he disappears and Arjuna has to start everything by himself. Yes, teacher will vanish when student is ready to jump alone — not needed anymore.
What does Begawan Abiyasa teach Arjuna to do?
A common retreat in Javanese tradition is a semedi or samadhi. The samadhi is usually conducted in a quiet, serene place and it is done by calming the mind, composing the body posture and focusing on nothing but the purpose of the retreat– can be anything including something, everything even nothing. That is what Begawan Abiyasa teaches him to do.
In wayang world a special retreat like this is normally done before a knight goes to a battle against raksasa or gandharwa that are representing evil energy of the world. Arjuna as a famous knight of his ability to survive a long retreat, his nature of complete human quality (including but not limited to naughtiness and ambition) and his high skills of warship; is assigned to spend from time to time for a retreat more often than his siblings; while Begawan Abiyasa is a maestro of spirituality in wayang world and so is trusted to guide a knight to face his impurity.
When doing a retreat, Arjuna uses a different name as he doesn’t want people to know that a royal family member is among the commoners doing a retreat. And that doing a retreat is a secret activity, he doesn’t want to be disturbed by commoners who want to take selfie with him. 😃
He is named Begawan Ciptoning.
Begawan can mean some: hermit, escatic, retreatant, recluse, solitaire, anchoret. In some way it can also mean maestro.
Ciptoning is to describe what Arjuna is doing during that period of hermitage. He is composing himself physically and mentally in serenity in order to achieve purity in his thought, imagination and creativity. He contemplates in silence among the crowd within himself, fighting against all distractions to survive the retreat and to finally get a clarity on how to manifest the everything or something or nothing that becomes his purpose of retreat.
Begawan Ciptoning will only end the retreat when The Undescribable blesses him with what is needed to go back to the “real world”, “to fight against the evil energy”.
When he is done with the retreat the begawan turns its meaning and value from hermit into maestro!
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Long story short please, Rike!
Batik Ciptoning is a special batik for those respected spiritually in Javanese early tradition. It was worn by those achieving certain levels of hermitage or having the quality of a spiritual maestro and so can provide guidance to others “lost” in the “search of meaning of life”. Those people shall go through repeated cycles like what Begawan Ciptoning has gone through with the guidance of Begawan Abiyasa.
It is now though worn by anyone who loves the pattern or one who prays that s/he is able to reach an enlightment in her/his own journey of life.
Gosh! My writing is broken pieces. Many to write but my thumbs need a retreat….
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my pieces of batik Ciptoning ready for delivery ♥️
Who's a knight who shoots? Archer who knows the bull's eye And bow and arrow--
Satria manah (satrio manah) is a Javanese phrase formed by two words:
1. Satria or satrio that means a knight,
2. Manah that is derived from the word panah (archery in Javanese). Panah (Noun) is changed to manah (Verb)
As name of batik pattern should be incorporated with wisdom, the interpretation can be built with some exaggeration or maybe slightly drammatical structure. And so, satriamanah is not simply a knight who shoots anything but it is intrepreted as a knight who shoots accurately at the heart of a lady.
Life of a wise can be as light as shooting a heart; yet as hard as shooting at the right spot so that it won’t hurt the heart; it even will make the lady fall in love harder with the knight.
Is that even possible?
I don’t know. Not a knight, am not a wise knight. A lady, am the lady whose heart should be shot by a wise knight. 😁
Another fun fact this batik is usually worn by the groom-to-be’s parents when they are officially proposing the bride-to-be in front of her family. The groom-to-be may also wear this batik when he is with his parents during the marriage proposal. Unofficially? the man can propose the woman personally before introducing to each other’s family.
What batik should be worn by the bride-to-be in the marriage proposal? It is batik semen rante. What is that? I will talk about it next year when the semenrante is ready to ship to me by Mbak Izzah. ☺️
This batik has given me a light heart and a good laugh after a long day.
I lost my Airpod (1st generation, my 1st Airpod) in 2017, someone robbed it from my backpack pocket when I was asleep. Bloody hell!
I lost another Airpod (Pro 3rd generation – the pod and the right earphone) left it in an aeroplane. Contacting Lost and Found of the airline was proven to be not a good option. It is not only that they failed to find my left item in the seat pocket; it is also that the way they handled the issue was not professional.
The plane landed at 12:15am Singapore time. I arrived home at around 2:00am and checked Find My immediately realising I left my Airpod in the seat pocket. Find My informed me that the Airpod was in Changi Airport at exact gate where I got off the plane. The next day checking, I found the the Airpod was not connected anymore.
So and so…. Long story short after checking and rechecking, it was not found!
Whoever found my Airpod with one earphone, she or he is blessed. Hope she or he enjoys using it and can find a left one to listen from both ears.
Next time I will wear it as a pendant in my necklace.
And one more thing: Find My is more honest than I thought it is. Thanks for being accurate although I can’t get my stuff back.
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new Airpod Pro with my name engraved (previously engraved with ♥️) + the left one from the old Airpod
Don't overestimate me, Beloved. My victory won't be like yours.
You win a business tender. You build a business empire. You rob the hearts of the best men. You steal all eyes with your body.
No, I don't. I win a big basket of laundry And make them stacks of folded clothes Wrapping me in daily commute to office or To fields where I squeeze my wisdom out of best standards or Just at home wander around digging what I can boil.
There's no dilemma. There's only heart Rocking in a sea of abundance Misunderstood as distraction.
Sit still, Beloved When world is noisy and busy With laughters and cries.
i thank god that my dilemma is only between whether to read some books or to iron my clothes — not so complicated and i it only happens at the weekend; the rest is just to work and to enjoy after work 😘
it is what it is as weekend is a list of household chores in silence
This lunch is coming from That evening noisy kitchen. This calm evening is coming from That afternoon hard work. This glorious afternoon is coming from That morning humble smile.
That that passed Has left What is blessed.
full set – いただきます❣️
tempe, beancurd and duck — all fried; btw, i thought it was chicken until i chewed the flesh 🫢 i’m such a bad chef who didn’t check the label, just took it from the fridge and threw it to the boiling water and tadaaa!!! 😁
Hai perkenalkan aku jiwa yang bertahan Sudah ditempa keras oleh banyak cerita Mati berkali-kali tapi bisa hidup lagi Konon jika selamat aku semakin hebat
Daur hidup akan selalu berputar Tugasku hanya bertahan Terus jalan dan mengalirlah seperti air Dari lahir sampai kujadi debu di akhir
Bohong jika aku bilang selalu kuat Lemah datang di saat-saat tak tepat Beruntung aku dijaga Kawan erat Ayat buat ku dan dia semakin dekat
Daur hidup akan selalu berputar Tugasku hanya bertahan Terus jalan dan mengalirlah seperti air Dari lahir sampai kujadi debu di akhir
Daur hidup akan selalu berputar Tugasku hanya bertahan Terus jalan dan mengalirlah seperti air Dari lahir sampai kujadi debu di akhir Hai semua tangis dan tawa di depan mata. Aku tak pilih kasih 'kan kupeluk semua
Hi Pretty! Your timing is mine. You greet me when I've lost hope That you're still excited to bloom. Life is mysteriously turning Hopelessness to light steps To what's called Keep going.
she paused her blossom after some time moving to the balcony — the shower area didn’t offer enough sun by then
just this afternoon when checking the leaves, i found her flowers❣️ you never give up, dear orchid
Friendship Is one fragment of life That keeps me alive. It hits me so warmly With friends' openness. It hits me so sadly With their secret battles.
There is a way and There is the other way To meet again Always one day.
Fauzia Fatchan or Fau or Uud is a great friend of mine. She was one supporting badass in uni time; she was an objective wall between those cheating and those with integrity. Her critical thinking would make those cheating to know their “no worth” and at the same time make those with integrity to humbly stay composed.
She’d been my best discussion buddy in all topics! Politics, social, economy, culture, religion, spirituality, education, poverty, conflict free mineral, business, sex, romance, etc. She would tell me I was misled when I had insufficient data to say my analysis. She would tell me excellent when my opinion outsmarted hers.
She yet would laugh her shits out when I broke my heart romantically.
“You are more valuable than those underestimating you or ignoring you!” That was a voice echoing until now.
She is the one I name a perfect friend!
I haven’t talked with her for the past 4 months as we both had been tremendously busy. She’d been managing her rare earth mine in one of big islands in Indonesia.
She is now battling against a rare disease, leaving no chance for me to hear her voice anymore.
I called her through video call by her brother’s help. I believed she could hear, she didn’t say anything but she moved her mouth everytime I called her name like saying something.
I love you so much, dear best friend.
I love you as an honest friend.
I love you as a proud Indonesian.
I love you as an extraordinary human being.
I love you as you!
Dear, Fauzia Fatchan. Even if I can not meet you again, I am honored to have lived as a human being knowing you.
See you again in eternity, my dear…
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If we both have time, we will meet again, that was what you said in our last conversation.
I am sorry that I told you all my battles while you’d been in the same one, my dear. Please forgive me.
From a broken hearted friend because of your condition….
rike jokanan 
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