Thanksgiving
and mas Willy!
By Farsijana Adeney - Risakotta
I 'm enjoying the mercy of the Almighty God. I can write with my tiny finger dancing on the keys of my computer. Typing with 10 fingers has helped me to publish already many posts on my blog . My blog have been more than two years old. Beginning of writing habit to share to my friends on FB that later could not be proceed because of being blocked by a Hacker, I began to write on my blog to distribute to my readers publicly. My writings for my blog evolves mainly as a place for me to explain about the reasons for living together as human beings and the nature of democracy in Indonesia. I have always enjoyed writing. I launch my writing through the words that I ponder while jogging, while bathing or driving.
By Farsijana Adeney - Risakotta
I 'm enjoying the mercy of the Almighty God. I can write with my tiny finger dancing on the keys of my computer. Typing with 10 fingers has helped me to publish already many posts on my blog . My blog have been more than two years old. Beginning of writing habit to share to my friends on FB that later could not be proceed because of being blocked by a Hacker, I began to write on my blog to distribute to my readers publicly. My writings for my blog evolves mainly as a place for me to explain about the reasons for living together as human beings and the nature of democracy in Indonesia. I have always enjoyed writing. I launch my writing through the words that I ponder while jogging, while bathing or driving.
Now after a car accident, I cannot jog, cannot shower as usual and cannot drive, but I like to sleep with the words and then woken up by phrases ready as a writing. I’ve been writing since I was out of the hospital. A friend asked me how that take a time to me to finish writing in the fact I have the limitation of my body which is being covered by the shield. I do not measure how long I write. Because I write for two kinds of readers, i.e. Indonesian readers and those who can read only in English. Sometimes I write fast because my fingers have no problem to send signals to capture into ideas that coupled from each typing sounds of the letters in the phrases into understanding. I write with a computer without seeing the keys. The ideas flowed like a light that was pierced into the bulkhead walls to warm the inside of the house . The habit of getting the idea while doing activities such as I mentioned above it is now still continues to flow in a different expression .
In my sleep I formulate my writings . This incident reminds me of when my right elbow had to be bandaged, on the next day I woke up and prayed before ending suddently I heard saying : " Sand .. Sand " . I asked : " Sand .. sand ? Do I have to paint with sand ? " Then the voice replied : " Sand ... Sand " . I believe that the voice was from God to me . I got out of bed to go look for a bottle that is filled with sand . I collect sand from Bali . I then took the sand , and asked my niece to go look for colored cement . My niece back , I 'd finished painting with sand which I gave the title " the Dancer of Life " . This painting comes from a poem written in my blog “ Indonesianku Indonesianmu Indonesia untuk semua: . I quote the poem.
Now adoring saluting depth
pilgrims of life
Like a dancer with the rhythm of movement
and charisma
Now touch the minds inflame
Hearts meet yourself
habituating life
pilgrims of life
Like a dancer with the rhythm of movement
and charisma
Now touch the minds inflame
Hearts meet yourself
habituating life
dancer body
releases of grief in beauty
Dancers arrange a meeting in the play of life
suffering with elegance eternity
Dancers arrange a meeting in the play of life
suffering with elegance eternity
After that , I painted 11 paintings in a week with my left hand . During the time of painting, one thing happened. I woke up to see in a state of half- sleep to end with my prayer, there was a very large white flower in front of me . I was surprised and saw it amazingly. Then I got out of bed and looked for a canvas for painting . In twenty minutes I 'd painted the flowers as it was following me to finish my drawing. I gave the title : " Indonesia waits for love " . This painting follows the core of my poem which has the same title. I quote the poem and would like to show it within the form of my painting.
Opening the womb of the earth
Footing the rain tapered
second land birds return Limits twilight
Waiting back Love
Earth beautiful earth fertile homeland mighty Earth Nation State mannered grace after the arrival of Love
Waiting back Love
Earth beautiful earth fertile homeland mighty Earth Nation State mannered grace after the arrival of Love
Since the accident until now , I continue to write . But yesterday , I stopped writing a few hours and for the first time since 4:30 pm until 10 pm I enjoyed socializing with my family, along with a family of pak Robert Hefner , ibu Nancy Smith-Hefner and two female students in the ICRS Yogya , bu Ninik and bu Nina to celebrate Thanksgiving together . I was happy to know the Hefner family , especially their son called mas Willy . I laughed when pak Hefner told the story about mas Willy. One day they were in Bali. Mas Willy was about 3 or 4 years old. . They were walking and there were people shouting in the street and said, " Hey boy where you are going ? " . This little boy saw them and proudly said : " My name is not boy , my name is mas Willy" . Pak Hefner’ body stomped , I glanced to mas Willy who was standing near the door while amazed at his father's warmed up his childhood memories . Mas Willy eyes were proud and happy! Little smile was on mas Willy’ face!
I
am writing about
mas Willy
because on Thanksgiving , I asked if Will is happy to be called mas Willy ,
then he said yes while asking his head . Willy was raised several years in
Indonesia when his parents did research there . Now Willy had forgotten
Indonesian , but does not forget his name, mas
Willy . Calling somebody “mas” in Java, Indonesia is to show a respect
to a child who is considered different from other children . The difference may
be because his parents came from a noble family , or educated or respected . His original name is
William. Now in Boston where he lives with his parents, he is just called Will.
"Mas" in Javanese means older
brother . A person could be called "mas" though he is younger than suppose because the
experiences of those around him flow down. Willy was born with from a
family with a very profound experience that respects to the understanding
of the people of Indonesia and Islam .
The Thanksgiving story was in my mind since yesterday because , this handsome young man , is still grateful to the name given by the Javanese , “mas Willy " . I did not remind everyone who attended last night about a great Indonesian writer , Rendra who was always called mas Willy. Unlike Rendra, mas Willy , the son of the Hefner family is happy to learn natural sciences and mathematics . Now mas Willy is studying at the University of Maine , majoring in mechanical engineering . He acknowledges that less well in literary subjects that cannot follow the footsteps of his parents who learn about the culture and religion of various communities around the world .
His father, pak Robert Hefner is an anthropologist who studied Islam from the view of society and culture . 'His mother Nancy is also an anthropologist with speciality on gender and community education. She has done research around several countries in Southeast Asian. His sister, Clarie is also an anthropologist who is completing research on young women and Islamic education in Indonesia . Even he does not master in Indonesian study, but Indonesia has given him a name and he receives inheritance of Indonesia, mas Willy. In this year Thanksgiving, he is reminded that he has an Indonesian blessing.
In this family , our family , both my husband and our nieces with two students ICRS Yogya were invited to celebrate Thanksgiving . With us there were also two friends of Claire. Exceptional, ibu Nancy prepared the entire dinner feast since some days ago. The menu of Thanksgiving is reminiscent of many appropriate banquets in Indonesia with a variety of offerings . On Thanksgiving Day, in addition to turkey as the main menu , there were potatoes , corn , sweet patatoes, cooked green beans, fresh vegetables such salad , bread , sauces cranberry and various others that were all yammi. The appetizers have brought our desire to eat.
Warm
house with a fireplace more fragrant after the turkey was reheated
. We enjoyed turkey chopped from roast turkey that weighs 22.4 pounds or about
10 kg . Turkey size is larger than a baby , said by bu Ninik. Pak Hefner opened
with a prayer of Thanksgiving, like a kiya sings but in English thanking to
Almight God and the fellowships of us
all. A kiya is called to a muslim ulama. Meals were rotated to be fulfilled in each plate while we shared various stories.
Thanksgiving feast is actually eating with depth because of the opportunity to
share stories from each other's experiences . Oh all desert were delicious.
Thank
you very much pak Hefner, bu Nancy, mba Claire and mas Willy who have taken me out
of the house for the first time to socialize after the accident . I wrote this
story as a token of my thanks to mas Willy
who is still happy to be called as the Javanese even today
in his family he is just
called Will . I will always call him mas Willy!