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Blog: Ex­pe­rien­ces of the co­vid ye­ar

Vieraskieliset / In-english
5.4.2021 7.00

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31.3. 13:40

Text: Kirs­ti Wal­le­nius-Rii­hi­mä­ki

Trans­la­ti­on: Sirk­ka-Lii­sa Lei­no­nen

A ye­ar ago, I was in­vi­ted to start blog­ging for Päi­vä­mies. Op­ti­mis­ti­cal­ly, I ex­pec­ted that, gi­ven a full ye­ar, I would find 12 fair­ly good ide­as for blog posts. Well, I didn’t. De­ad­li­nes came and went, and I of­ten did not even touch the pen in the me­an­ti­me.

Last ye­ar, pe­op­le un­der­going a cri­sis were re­pe­a­ted­ly inst­ruc­ted to take it ea­sy. I took that inst­ruc­ti­on se­ri­ous­ly and for­got even the smal­lest pro­mi­ses that I had made. My wor­king life used to be struc­tu­red by the sche­du­les of the aca­de­mic ye­ar. Even va­ca­ti­ons had pre­de­fi­ned slots in my ca­len­dar. And my va­ca­ti­on ti­mes of­ten had more de­ad­li­nes than my te­ac­hing sche­du­le. Now it seems that my ca­len­dar has been get­ting emp­tier by the week.

I so­re­ly miss many of my rou­ti­ne ac­ti­vi­ties: book circ­le, se­ni­or club, gym exer­ci­se, Bib­le class, knit­ting club and, more than anyt­hing el­se, live ser­vi­ces. All of these used to re­qui­re some pre­pa­ra­ti­on, at le­ast to the ex­tent of dres­sing up a bit and ar­ri­ving on time. Now we can lis­ten to on­li­ne ser­vi­ces whe­ne­ver it suits us and dres­sed in wha­te­ver we hap­pen to be we­a­ring at the mo­ment. Many pe­op­le ap­p­re­ci­a­te lis­te­ning to ser­vi­ces on their own sofa. They en­joy the free­dom of ma­king a cup of cof­fee while lis­te­ning or knit­ting a sock – or even res­ting in a re­la­xed po­si­ti­on and wa­king up to the clo­sing hymn. But if you at­tend real ser­vi­ces, you al­wa­ys have ot­her pe­op­le around you, lis­te­ning to the same ser­mon. I miss the fa­mi­li­ar pew and the pe­op­le sit­ting next to me. I could al­wa­ys say to them: ”That is how I want to be­lie­ve, too. Can you pre­ach me my doubts for­gi­ven.”

Ins­te­ad of es­tab­lis­hed rou­ti­nes, we have a huge num­ber of new chal­len­ges. At the be­gin­ning of the co­vid ye­ar, I con­si­de­red my com­pu­ter skil­ls qui­te ade­qu­a­te: I was ab­le to use the word pro­ces­sor, scan pic­tu­res, and com­mu­ni­ca­te with both my phone and my com­pu­ter. Now I am trying not to mix up my mo­bi­le, my lap­top, my por­tab­le (or are they the same?), my desk­top, earp­ho­nes, spe­a­kers, and the smart watch on my wrist, which re­cords my step count.

I seem to be shrin­king all the time. Tab­lets are no lon­ger in a bot­t­le, ac­counts are not in the bank, and the tube is not on­ly for tooth­pas­te. In the old ti­mes airp­la­nes flew in the clouds. Now my pic­tu­res and wri­tings are flo­a­ting there. I as­ked so­me­o­ne about pod­casts. The per­son gave me a si­de­wa­ys glan­ce and said in a hus­hed voi­ce, “It’s a bit too dif­fi­cult to exp­lain”.

With the help to two pho­nes and a few pa­tient pe­op­le, I have oc­ca­si­o­nal­ly had some re­mo­te inst­ruc­ti­on. But it has al­so hap­pe­ned that the ot­her per­son has en­ded up sig­hing, “Let’s just make an or­di­na­ry call”.

Dark­ness is al­wa­ys dee­pest just be­fo­re sun­ri­se. Each win­ter sols­ti­ce is fol­lo­wed by new light. I ag­reed to con­ti­nue as a blog­ger for anot­her ye­ar. I hope I will be ab­le to come up with 11 more ide­as.


Sinä päi­vä­nä Her­ra on ole­va koko maan­pii­rin ku­nin­gas. Hän on ole­va yk­si ja ai­noa Ju­ma­la ja hä­nen ni­men­sä ai­noa, jota avuk­si huu­de­taan. Sak. 14:9

Viikon kysymys


Toi­sen­lai­ses­sa va­los­sa

Mi­ka­e­lan per­hees­sä ei pal­jon pu­hu­ta asi­ois­ta. Teh­dään töi­tä, käy­dään kou­lua. Mut­ta jos­sain pin­nan al­la on sa­lai­suus, joka saa äi­din hy­räi­le­mään su­ru­mie­li­ses­ti ja Mi­ka­e­lan sil­mäi­le­mään tar­kem­min muu­ta­mia nuo­ria kou­lun käy­tä­vil­lä ja ruo­ka­las­sa.

Se­läs­sä au­rin­gon kat­se

An­ni­ka Koi­vu­kan­kaan ru­nois­sa heit­täy­dy­tään nuo­ren elä­män aal­lok­koon, sen iloi­hin ja ki­pui­hin, ko­et­te­le­muk­siin ja ar­jen su­loi­seen tur­vaan – kun on us­ko, jo­hon no­ja­ta ja rin­nal­la saat­ta­jia. Sy­viä tun­to­ja ke­ven­tää rai­kas huu­mo­ri: ”Kun­pa voi­sin aset­tua het­kek­si koi­ran turk­kiin. / Tun­tea sen läm­mön / kar­ku­mat­ko­jen tuok­sun / ja myl­lä­tyn kuk­ka­pen­kin ilon. Pai­jaa­via sor­mia riit­täi­si.”

Ome­na­pos­ki ja Nal­le Kar­hu­nen

Kah­dek­san­vuo­ti­as Nal­le Kar­hu­nen on kuu­si­vuo­ti­aan Nu­pun eli Ome­na­pos­ken vii­sas, kilt­ti ja hel­lä iso­ve­li. Jos­kus Nal­le käyt­täy­tyy kuin tal­viu­nil­taan he­rä­tet­ty hur­ja ja äk­ki­pi­kai­nen kar­hu. Sil­loin Nu­pun on pa­ras­ta läh­teä ulos tai lait­taa oman huo­neen ovi vi­sus­ti kiin­ni.

Ta­kai­sin Isän ko­tiin

Kir­joit­ta­jat eri puo­lil­ta maa­il­maa ker­to­vat sii­tä, kuin­ka Ju­ma­la on joh­dat­ta­nut hei­dät val­ta­kun­taan­sa. Ker­to­muk­sia yh­dis­tää ko­ke­mus ko­tiin­pa­luus­ta, Raa­ma­tun mu­kai­sen us­kon löy­ty­mi­ses­tä ja us­ko­vais­ten vä­li­ses­tä rak­kau­des­ta.

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