Dear visitors and friends,
This garden (blog) has been a wonderful experience for me. After being less active on it the last three years, I wondered whether I might return to blog again. It seems that the kind of blogging that got me started will end with this last post.
However, this doesn’t mean that I will disappear from the new media scene. Rather, I have decided to move to Ello|sivinkit (for social networking & writing fragments) and Sivin Kit — Medium (for extended reflections and writings).
Because this garden has been such a significant part of my journey, I have decided to maintain the site as a bio-historical record. Hopefully, it might still serve some purpose for anyone who still wants to come by.
This post will mark the ‘end’ of Sivin Kit’s Garden but it also means the ‘beginning’ of communication in new arenas. My surname is KIT — so keep in touch 🙂
I am reconfiguring my online presence. So, I will be back but not yet.
Two years ago, one of my PhD supervisors David Herbert picked me up from Kristiansand International Airport, and my adventures in Norway received a warm welcome. It was snow white then just like today.
When I look out of the window now, low and behold, the exponentially increasing flurries dance at the rhythm of the wind. The movement captures mysteriously the little twists and turns I have had thus far.
What would I say two years from now?
If Racism is defined as “hatred or intolerance of another race or other races”, then we should define Religionism as “hatred or intolerance of another religion or other religions”.
Perhaps, the above helps us see clearer more than a narrow focus on religious zeal, jumbled up by descriptions such as “excessive and exaggerated” or “affected and pretended”.
Zeal turns our attention inward, while hatred or intolerance are outward expressions immediately felt by the person before us. We don't have to ignore zeal and its sister, passion. But, addressing hate and intolerance seems to be a better starting point.
After the smoke subsided, I listened attentively as two men spoke into my small Canon A70 away from the big mass media cameras.
How could I not dig back looking for the traces which lead us to some ashes? The project, however, required new instruments from old sages, so I could attend the fragments of today delicately.
Hopefully, my work won't be in vain, at least it aims to contribute one important piece to the solution. I owe it to the two men, and to many more, who planted the seeds now growing into a little garden I can't fully see yet …
I like music. Good music relaxes, inspires, energizes and occasionally touches me.
Lately, a range of musical images and sounds as metaphors keep hovering over my head. Somehow, they open up fresh ways for me to think, and reorder my reflections.
'Recomposing': Perhaps, I am working on this again and again…
They say that learning is a life long activity, but beyond that, I think learning to learn (again) is a series of necessary interruptions through life.
Watching the 10 episodes ploughing through the subtitles of the originally Latin American-Spanish independent documentary 'Forbidden Education' was exactly what I needed yesterday. Because this PhD journey of mine has really been about 'learning how to learn' again (and again)…
When I was a kid I searched for knowledge, truth and meaning out of curiosity. As an adult', I (re)search for knowledge, truth and meaning, often through the curious eyes of my kids.