Summer rain in Melbourne

This is my second edition in Melbourne. This time I arrived in summer, unlike almost nine (!) years ago when I came in winter. This summer I reckon, is a mild one. Hardly any "world record mercury high" been broken. In reverse, there's a lot of rain and chilling days than hot days. The last time I was here, almost everyday there was record this and that mercury high, fall in city water reservation, or heatwave and bushfires.

Now I am sitting in front of my window panes. Raindrops soaked the window glass, leaving droplet marks, that dispersed bright lights from the street lights down there on the street. There is a lady with formal black dress walking under the street lights alone, near the car park. All these scenes happen in quietness, only with the bacground whispering sound of the rain...and the sound of instrumental hymn piano from my laptop's playing Spotify (allright, not that quiet I know).

And Spotify plays "Abide with me" from my laptop speaker. I am so amen to the hymn's lyrics. I pray that my Lord will remain abide with me, in every steps that I take, in every decision that I make, in every things that I do. Because I need Thee every hour, every minute, every second, every milisecond of my life.

And I open the website of Our Daily Bread, the title is "Begin where you are", just as I observe the raindrops on my window pane. Thinking how peaceful it is, the nature and the universe that God has created and creates for us. How beautiful, how serene.

This is what the author of Our Daily Bread posting today (05/02/17) writes:


A trickling waterfall, the wind in the willows, a baby robin, the blue sky, a tiny flower. Why not begin your thankfulness with this?

http://odb.org/2017/02/05/begin-where-you-are/

Yes, good Lord, I thankful, very very much for my life, for the nature and the universe that You have created and creates for us. For the privilege that I received from you, the blessings, and most of all, the Salvation, through the Logos, Jesus Christ. My grateful is barely speakable, because words are not enough to say.  

Striking return of old memory of folk dancers' photograph

Babendi bendi …
Ka Sungai Tanang, amboi kanduang ei, ka Sungai Tanang …
Ka Sungai Tanang, amboi kanduang ei
Singgah lah mamatiak diak, singgah lah mamatiak kuntum lambayuang
Singgah lah mamatiak diak, singgah lah mamatiak kuntum lambayuang

Hati siapo …
Indak kan sanang, amboi kanduang ei, indak kan sanang …
Indak kan sanang, amboi kanduang ei
Maliek si upiak, maliek si upiak manari payuang
Ditimpo paneh baranti dulu diak, baok balinduang

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Kejadian yang sangat aneh terjadi beberapa hari yang lalu. Saya bermimpi tentang suatu pigura dengan gambar perempuan penari lengkap dengan kostum penari oranye kekuningan dan rumbai-rumbai di tutup kepalanya, dan payung berlipit-lipit berwarna putih, kuning, oranye dan merah. Gambar berpigura ini pernah dimiliki oleh orangtua saya, kurang lebih 36 tahun yang lalu (!) di rumah kami di Kampung Ba**. 

Saya ingat bahwa kaca pelapis gambar ini pecah pada suatu hari. Dan pecahan kaca itu kami ibaratkan sebagai es batu. Jaman itu, tidak banyak yang punya kulkas, dan es batu dalam potongan kecil-kecil adalah hal yang langka bagi kami. Karena itu, kami mengibaratkan (membayangkan) kaca-kaca tersebut sebagai es batu, sesuatu yang segar, yang langka, yang sifatnya "we wish". Umur saya sendiri sekitar 5 atau 6 tahun pada waktu itu.

Dalam mimpi saya itu, seluruh kejadian ini lengkap, bersama dengan musik pengiring, lagu Babendi-bendi ini (atau Berbendi-bendi, versi Bahasa Indonesia-nya). Musik ini masih terngiang di telinga saya saat saya terjaga.

Mimpi yang benar-benar aneh. Jangan-jangan ini yang dinamakan time lapse? De ja vu? Multiverse reality? Parallel reality? Atau ini hanya semata-mata gesekan neuron-neuron di otak saya yang tidak sinkron pada saat saya berada dalam fase mimpi?

*oldPost-2016