Martha and Mary

It has been nearly a week cohabitating with Kobe under the same roof, and quite frankly I am glad for all environmental changes he has brought to the house. He came sick, coughing and having a fever, then now he throws paper balls to an imaginary basketball net. As his condition gets well, there are some notations he marked, or to say, that made me revive of some realisations: (1) electronic music vibration on house, (2) meditation and spiritual realisation, and finally (3) an excitement for upcoming travel that he will make when he is completely well of health.

Along with these changes, I could manage to buy one cap for me. I went to Flores district to buy cheaper cap, for the robbery that passed my house took not only my electronic devices but also some cool-kid caps which left me nothing to veil my head and thoughts. So I finally was able to move myself to Flores where all clothes and textile are to be cheaper than other districts of Buenos Aires. I went to a cap shop, and there were not many options that I’d like to choose since almost all of those caps contained letters on them which is not my cup of taste at all. then I found one without letter but with a dog listeing music with headset. This perfectly reminded me of Kobe since he was having a hard time fixing his headset for days. So I welcomed my new cap to the house with me, and with it I could tease Kobe for a while.

Having a good housemate actually helps the better living in the same place. But this time, I realised that it wasn’t about sharing houseworks but about each one doing what he or she can contribute. I did most of cooking and cleaning, and many time he tried to stop me saying that it was his turn to do those works. I told him not to be bothered, for I knew that he was producing new electronic music track so to send that to some labels for his career. This time it was me who did all small houseworks, but he contributed as producing music and playing it so to fill the house with good vibration. It was just as the story in the Bible that I recalled and here comes the story if one need to be reminded:

At the Home of Martha and Mary (Luke 10:38)

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listeing to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me.” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed, or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

The music was being the teaching of words. Maybe here the hearing represents the words that live. Houseworks are the routine and they are just a preparation. But Mary chose something better: listening the words of God. Kobe chose something better: listening the rythm that vibes. It got me a sense that one contributes with what he or she can contribute. It doesn’t have to be shared work every time once each understands how his or her task collectively improves the whole environment. Maybe this is what Mother Teresa implied when she said: it was never between you and them. It is always between you and God.

Many nights we sat on the terrace doing meditation. Somtime without guidance and sometimes with it, and most of those times we could travel shorter or far away. Starlight helped us to see better, until they fell into the city surface. We conquered the top roof of the house where I had never climbed up to occupy the place, which I realised later that it was a quite nice place to hang around, watching sunset and how sky changes its colour over time. New person brings new perspective to the house, as the house embraces the whole differences that the anterior mates have left to the house. And me living this house for now with the change of 6 different generations (of which each generation means the change of total environment), still amazed by the fact that there are still things that I’m experiencing as new. Now I am expecting how the 7th generation would turn out: it starts from 2nd of February.

With the bus number 106, we headed to Retiro Bus station at night so that he could catch the night bus to Cordoba. I walked with him until he hopped in the bus, just as I did with Melissa before, and this made me think again that I am the one who remains behind. They all will eventually come back, but because they are young people, and I am now to leave almost permanently when I finish my business here in Buenos Aires. Still, until August, I will be meeting those beloved people quite often. Even though the vibe changes along with each exquisite generation, I know that I’d be like Martha in the story but this Martha wouldn’t bother Mary from hearing what is important to her. I am excited and grateful for those past that passed by that gave me such realisation.

 

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