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“Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about.
Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.
I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it.
I tell you those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
Go ahead, play, relax, free your mind, redeem yourself and listen to the full aria of Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro Duettino Sull’aria Le nozze di Figaro. This is a moment of grace.
Doubts pushed me into drawing up a list, “Eleven Thoughts on Rejection Dejection,” responses to questions one side of me was asking the other. I admit the weary voice of continuance half hoped retreat would prevail:
- A real writer perseveres—he cannot do otherwise.
- The only effective escape lies in more writing.
- Cease evaluating and just write.
- If first you don’t succeed, write, write again.
- Better to fail than walk away haunted.
- How much do you respect failure?
- What else is really worth doing that you could do?
- Write until you prove unequivocally that you can’t.
- Try quitting to see how you like it.
- Write your best today and the hell with tomorrow.
- To keep writing is to live in hope and possibility.
What compels me to write.
Well, first and foremost, an old quote from a wise friend: “A paper refuses no ink.” Secondly, it’s a very long list of stories of in between times.
Now, what compels you to write?
“Beauty is more than what we see with the eyes. People are more than their conditions. I am more than my hair and skin. This only shows my exterior”
She Took A Daily Selfie While Battling Depression & Anxiety. The Results Are Truly Astonishing.
Rebecca Brown is a film student from the U.K. In 2007, when she was only 14, she began a project that documented her life by taking selfie photos of herself. Brown is now 21 and she has compiled the roughly 2100 pictures that she has taken into a video on her Youtube channel.
This video documents her battle with depression, anxiety and an impulse control disorder (which is a form of OCD) known as Trichotillomania. (Trichotillomania causes a person to pull out their own hair when anxious).
Brown says that this project is ongoing and plans to continue as long as she can.
For all those people who are inflected by this disease, stay strong and be strong. There is always HOPE and life does get better.
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder
Mother subscribed to “Living with Christ” that I took over when she died. I changed the mailing address and kept her name. It’s a booklet of daily mass readings.
As years go by, I noticed I started receiving other mails addressed to her. Now, there are more mails for her than for me. These envelopes are coming from various charitable and health organizations asking for donations. Some mails even have greetings cards, address labels, calendars, pens, bags and other goodies. I consider these as bribes.
Who on earth is keeping my Mother alive?
I know that there is an industry that collects and sells data of name and address of other people. At the same token some organizations buy the list for solicitation purposes. I wonder if they have any idea that some people on the list are dead.
I find it rather amusing that these organizations are totally clueless. One envelope is from Heart and Stroke. Do I dare tell them that Mother actually died of a massive heart attack on March 31, 2000?
Seeing all these mails for Mother is one way of keeping the memory of her alive. I do not have the heart to return them to sender for I love receiving her mails.
Mother left us a lasting legacy of love, faith and hope.
Love is her guiding principle, faith is her foundation and hope kept her forging ahead to raise her thirteen children as a single mother. Like most parents, she wanted the very best for her children.
Mother had a tremendous responsibility to maintain love and care for one another in our family unit. She provided a modest rented apartment as our home that is welcoming. Even though our home is small, our friends and classmates are part of the family. There was a sense of belonging and ease. They even call her Mother, too.
When it comes to education, Mother wanted us to focus our energy on studying since she only finished Grade 4. Once we graduated from University, only then can we try extracurricular activities such as having a boyfriend.
Family is all about relationship of unconditional love, giving and nurturing. She loved, gave and nurtured. Her children came first and sacrificed her own personal wants; a very altruistic person. She set a good example and standard for me, my siblings, family, friends and community. The community presented her an award as Mother of the Year.
When I was younger, I cannot see through what Mother is. Only then, as I grow older and have more time to contemplate and reflect about her, I can truly say how blessed I am that she chose me to live and saved my life when I became gravely ill. Not just me but so many others before me. We are all lucky to have Mother.
Even though she’s no longer here on earth, we keep her legacy of love, faith and hope. And for as long as we are alive, we will continue to speak and tell stories to the younger generations.
When we forgive, we have to let go of our own feelings, our own ego, our own offended identity, and find our identity at a completely different level—the divine level. I even wonder if it is possible to know God at all—outside of the mystery of forgiveness. ~ Mystery of Forgiveness
The Archdiocese of Vancouver, Archbishop Miller addressed former residential school students on the Truth and Reconciliation Commission event. He acknowledged the role the Church played in “implementing the Canadian government’s policy which involved forcibly separating children from their parents.”
Distinguished members of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, Venerable Elders, Survivors of the Indian Residential Schools, First Nations Brothers and Sisters, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Speaking on behalf of the Roman Catholic Church of the Archdiocese of Vancouver, I am here with you today to acknowledge the role we played in implementing the Canadian government’s policy which involved forcibly separating children from their parents and families and placing them in Indian Residential Schools. through generations, this deeply flawed policy has led to unbearable pain and suffering.
At the five residential schools which existed within the boundaries of the Archdiocese, we were entrusted with safeguarding the children and young people under our care. However, we failed to live up to the trust placed in us. Over the century of their existence, tragic incidents of cultural, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse took place at these schools. We hold in high esteem those survivors who have had the courage to tell the truth about their harrowing experiences….
Prayer for peace on Earth
Let us pray then, with all fervour for this peace which our Divine redeemer came to bring us.
May he banish from the souls of all people whatever might endanger peace.
May he transform all people into witnesses of truth, justice and brotherly love.
May he illumine with his light the minds of rulers, so that, besides caring for the proper material welfare of their peoples, they may also guarantee them the fairest gift of peace.
Pacem in Terris
- How does the Lord want to transform me into a ‘witness’?
- Can I be open to this as I ponder God’s Word today?
As we long for peace we remember our brothers and sisters of all faiths – and none – who share our longings.
Prayer of St Francis of AssisiLord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury; pardon.
Where there is doubt; faith.
Where there is despair; hope.
Where there is darkness; light.
Where there is sadness; joy. This sequence of prayer was offered in the early days of Sacred Space and has remained online since. There is always a call to us to pray for the world, bringing its changing needs before God.
- You are welcome to offer your thoughts on these prayers here.
- Sacred Space: A Hindu Prayer
- Sacred Space: A Sikh Prayer
- Sacred Space: A Jain Prayer
- Sacred Space: Jewish Prayer
- Sacred Space: Buddhist Prayer
- Sacred Space: Muslim Prayer
- Sacred Space: A Baha’i Prayer
- Sacred Space: Prayer of an 11 year old Indian boy
- September Peace Challenge: And I Quote: Blessings of Hope
Be fair in thy judgement, and guarded in thy speech.
Be a lamp unto those who walk in darkness and a home to the stranger.
Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light to the feet of the erring.
Be a breath of life to the body of humankind,
a dew to the soil of the human heart and
fruit upon the tree of humility.
Prayer for peace
May Christ inflame the desires of all people to break through the barriers which divide them, to strengthen the bonds of mutual love, to learn to understand one another and to pardon those who have done them wrong. Through his power and inspiration, may all peoples welcome each other to their hearts as brothers and sisters, and may the peace they long for ever flower and ever reign among them.
Pacem in Terris
At Sacred Space today can I allow the Word of God to stir up the authentic desires and longings of my heart? The men and women of the whole world long for peace.Related Articles:
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Spread peace Peace by acting – summer4soul
Are those that think of you
The very best of all my words
Are those that speak of you
My fondest hopes, my cherished dreams,
My prayers to the Lord above
The very best of all these
I offer you my love. Faith, Hope and Charity is the basis of my being. Thoughts, Emotion and Behaviour are the basis of cognitive thinking. This is triangle I follow in order to be at-one-ment. And here’s a song for everyone. Have a safe day everyone. God Bless.