Text: Markku Kamula
Translation: Sirkka-Liisa Leinonen
It came to pass, one day in December when I was away on a working trip, that I found an email in my personal mailbox. I checked the title, saw it was something about blogs, and almost swiped it into the junk folder, so it would not disturb my thinking. I have an information management system whereby all unnecessary and distracting messages are immediately scrapped, those about something that can be delegated are forwarded, those that require attention are dealt with, and anything necessary is archived. My daughter, who is studying economics, recently told me that, without knowing it, I have been using the traf system.
Then I re-read the title and decided to open the email. That was followed by 28 hours of pondering. Then I made a decision and promised to start blogging for online Päivämies. I promised because there is nothing to read for anybody unless someone writes something. This will be my turn to serve you who want to read!
I have liked books and texts ever since I learnt to read. But I have had mixed feelings about writing. In primary school I found the writing of letters and short words in tidy cursive so painful that my wrist and finger joints still cramp at the very thought of it. Luckily, my five-year-old little sister was eager to do my homework, so I got promoted to the next grade and then on to the next.
But I did enjoy the process of producing text, transferring my thoughts on paper. Letter by letter, word by word, sentence by sentence the story that was scurrying around in my cerebral cortex was stabilized as writing, only to be awakened into a new life of scurrying in the cortex of someone else. To be read aloud or quietly. So delightful!
At school I excelled in composition writing all the way until graduation. There was even a period when I tested my writing skills in printed media. I wrote opinion pieces to local and regional papers on highly diverse topics, such as the development of the price of milk and the significance of the Christmas tree. It was possible at that time to write under a pen name, and one got paid if the text was published. That was a nice addition to the financial situation of a penniless high school student.
As a young man I even dreamed about authoring a book, but I never got anything written. Not even a tiny short-story! Over the years, however, I attained many other wonderful things, such as a wife and children, studies and work, a housing loan and more work, and so on. For decades I completely forgot about writing. During the most painful moments of life I was inspired to squeeze out a few poems, but then again nothing. It was not until the recent years that I began to publish stories of my daily life or memories on Facebook.
Now that I have promised to start blogging, I need to be serious about it. One has to keep one’s promises, as my children sometimes remind me. I guess the hardest part is the beginning. If you do not know where to begin, there will be no end either. Another difficult thing is to find a balance between the supply and demand. If I write about things that I find interesting, will anybody else be interested? On the other hand, if I write about things that I assume my readers to be interested in, will my writing be stiff and awkward – like compulsory Swedish written in Finnish?
It is also challenging to arrange the words in such a way that the text is good to read and easy to understand. Words are funny in the way that when they are arranged in a certain order, they arouse mental images better than when differently arranged. And that also applies to meaning. A given word may have completely different meanings in different contexts. I pay attention to the order of words and their meanings both when writing and when reading. When word order and meanings are okay, the text captures the reader’s mind like a countercurrent of water.
I would like to arrange my words in a good order and to present to my future readers sentences that delight and encourage them, make them pause and think, revive memories and arouse curiosity. I would like to arrange my words in such a way that they invite as many people as possible to read the thoughts hidden behind them.
I am going to write about ordinary things that are close to me. I will write about nature frozen stiff by the cold, refreshed by rain or bathed in sunshine and also about the passage of time and my journey from childhood to adulthood. I will write about the joys of life and also about sorrows, because joy can only be properly appreciated against a background of sorrow. I guess I will also write about work and hobbies. I may even write about wishes and dreams, and some topical social phenomena will likely be discussed.
I am not sure if I will write about things that I understand nothing about, such as gravitation or the infinity of the universe. But why not? I could write about them from the grass-root perspective of a tiny human. All works of the Creator deserve examination and explication and, most of all, admiration and amazement!
Erilaisena syntyvä perheenjäsen tuo uusia sävyjä vanhemmuuteen. Kehitysvamma tai jokin muu vamma tuo usein mukanaan erityisiä hoivan tarpeita. On luonnollista, että tällöin vanhempi pohtii omia voimavarojaan, osaamistaan tai jaksamistaan vanhemmuuden äärellä. Osa huolista saattaa toteutua, osa taas ei. Ihmeellisesti elämän antaja, Jumala, antaa erityislapsen vanhemmille voimavaroja ja erityistä taitoa olla juuri tämän lapsen vanhempi. Moni kokeekin pian, että erilaisuus onkin erityisyyttä, sillä lapsi tuo uudenlaista merkitystä ja iloa perheen elämään.
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