This past Sunday was the first day of advent, the first day of the liturgical year in Christian tradition for the new year. Our church is decorated with Christmas wreath with five candles representing one candle per week that we … Continue reading
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Yesterday’s destination at the Quay is to attend a conference at the Inn. It’s a conference that most people would shy away from attending since the main focus is people with (dis)abilities. People with vision impairment and hard of hearing, with walking … Continue reading
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The parade just started when I got off the SkyTrain station at the Quay. Motorcades with signs ‘Season’s Greetings’, ‘Dream, Live, Celebrate’, ‘Merry Xmas’, ‘Only Santa delivers more’ drove carrying Gingerbread Man, Frosty the Snow Man, Rudolph the Red Nose … Continue reading
This post resonates what is written in my “About” page. One cannot hurry up the waiting process. Trust in the slow process on waiting even though one is not religious. De Chardin has proven his point and Friar pointed it so well.
There are lots of different ways to wait. Scripture has over 162 verses that describe all sorts and manners of waiting. I suspect you are familiar with a good portion of the different kinds of waiting – after all, we all wait. In the military, the common experience was to “hurry up and wait.” We all wait. It is a common experience, and yet there are differences in waiting. There is a difference between expectant, on the edge-of-your-seat waiting; the patient “it will happen in its own good time and there is nothing I can do about it” waiting; and the waiting of dread, tedium, and despair. I think our “are we ever gonna’ get there waiting” because a flight to Europe can take 8+ hours, would fall on deaf ears for our ancestors who traveled months on boats to reach these distant shores. But things change, the world has…
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Dec 22, 2013, Sunday. Today, we will light up the fourth candle and it represents Love.
Look at everything and everyone around you and imagine how a creating and loving God would see what you see. Love the good; do what you can to change what needs to be changed. — from Advent with St. Francis
Another day at the dental office and another 3.5 hours listening to Christmas music is highly not on the top of the list of having fun. My mouth is still sore from the other day and here I go again feeling kind of masochist and the dentist a sadist. I decided to turned off my mind, recited a mantra and went into the clouds of unknowing. The next thing I knew, soft hands were caressing my face and waking me up gently every time my mouth gradually closes. I really rather be sleeping and pretend that I am somewhere in outer space.
‘Humming a song with the dentist’s fingers, feeling the pain of the drill, feeling my mouth with plaster, feeling me softly with pain’, a song in my head that is not conducive to relieving the agony. So I changed the mental song to ‘Catch a falling star and put in my pocket save it for a rainy day’. Perry Como`s song sounded much better.
Eventually, the session is over only to return next year to finish the job. Left the clinic and went to a floral shop to divert my attention. Just looking, admiring and savouring the scented flowers with no intention of buying until I saw a plant that has the most beautiful white flower. It was a very unusual plant, a species of hydrangea called Shooting Star. With no hesitation, I bought it, took it home and gave the plant to the next door neighbour for no reason at all. But of course, the neighbour always wants a reason and asks why. Before I can give her a chance to ask why, I said: “Here, Merry Christmas.”
The first thing the neighbour exclaimed was “Shooting Star! I dreamt of Shooting Star last night!” Was she ever excited and gave me a bear hug, a kiss on my forehead and never-ending gratitude. Our stars must be aligned is all I can think of to dismiss the coincidence. What I really think is that her angels must have whispered in my ears, the soft still voice that made me buy the plant and gave it to her.
Ain’t life grand? It takes very little to make one happy in turn made me feel joyful.
Plan A and B failed me. Now I have to shift the focus of this blog to Plan C. C for Christmas and that means advent.
What to expect starting today until the end of the year from this site will be mostly meditations and daily wisdom taken from Facebook. These are post from sites that I subscribed that help me shape my interior life.
Let’s meditate, cogitate, and vegetate: not necessarily in this order.
Pax Tecum: seeker
Halloween was not even over yet, the Christmas stockings are now on sale. Just a minute, wait until we bury back the dead, the ghosts to return to ghost town and bring out the ghost of Christmas past on Christmas day, not on October 31st.
Recently, a group of little green people accosted me insisting that Santa Claus is already in town. Yah? Really? And where he could be, I asked. They responded in chorus line: Richmond Mall! Hah, there you are, it’s all about going to the mall to entice me in spending money that I don’t have. They even bribed me with candy canes and a button that says “I believe.” No thanks, I still have yet to finish all the Halloween candies.
Passing by Metro Town Mall, look who’s there? Santa Claus. There’s no need for me to go to Richmond since Santa’s doppelganger is right here up my alley.
Seriously! Before Christmas starts, this whole idea will wear out thin. Come to think about it, the twelve day of Christmas does not start until December 25 and it ends on January 6. And real gift giving is on the first Sunday of the following year when the Three Kings arrive to bring the gift of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Hearing Celine Dion sing “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas” and Michael Buble’s rendition of “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire” while I shop at Safeway makes me want to scream “Will somebody please turn off this music!” I can’t concentrate what to buy for dinner on a rainy day and to come home in an apartment without fire-place.
I must admit Vancouver features many areas where one can go to be in the groove for Christmas. The famous lights in St. Paul’s Hospital, the Christmas train at Stanley Park, the German Market at Queen Elizabeth, the dancing fountain at Van Dusen garden and the many homes that are fully decorated with Christmas lights.
And what do I really believe and celebrate during Christmas season? My answer is one word: Advent
What is Advent?
The word “Advent” comes from the Latin Adventus, which means “coming.” It is a time for quiet reflection, prayer and conversion in anticipation of the coming of Christ from two different perspectives. The readings and the liturgies during Advent prepare us for the birth of Jesus, but they also prepare us for the Second Coming of Jesus at the end of the world. The season offers us the opportunity to share in the ancient longing for the coming of the Messiah, and to be alert as we await his Second Coming. Advent begins four Sundays before Christmas. It ends at sundown on Christmas Eve. Since Christmas falls on different days of the week, Advent can range in duration from 22 days when Christmas falls on a Monday to 28 days when Christmas falls on a Sunday. Advent marks the beginning of the Church year. Unlike the secular year, which marks the passage of time, the liturgical year celebrates the sacred mysteries of the birth, life, death and resurrection of Jesus. The year begins during Advent in anticipation of the coming of Jesus with reflections on the Hebrew prophecies and the ancient longing for the coming of the Messiah.
Christmas is not a holiday. Please don’t greet me with Happy Holidays. Christmas is merry. I will joyfully greet you Merry Christmas. I’m sure I’m not alone to wish you a Merry Christmas and won’t the last.
- Come and visit me in the island
- Let’s e-mail one another
- Here’s my phone number and let’s chin wag
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