On a beautiful autumn day, one cannot help but feel good and pretty inside. Taking photos of the most colourful neighbourhood, a few people had the same idea as me. It was amusing to watch some of them taking a … Continue reading →
It seemed that it took forever to see a first Canadian baby born in our clan. Finally, when the baby came, we nicknamed her Goldie. Goldie because she is a precious little girl. In her baptism, all of her Uncles and Aunties are her Godparents. I mean all 10 of us plus a few friends of the parents. I’ve lost count.
She is now an adult, fun to be with and the best baker in town. It’s quite funny when she discovered an App that depicts her and started posting it in Facebook.
Here she is preparing for butter shortage, having fun in an accidental spillage, and baking us a cake to remind us of our mortality.
Preparing for butter shortage
Having fun in slip and slide
Baked a cake as a reminder of our mortality
Well, she just celebrated her birthday and here I go again. Happy Birthday, Niece.
As an adult, she hardly receives gifts from us. Instead she gives us gifts, herself, the best gift of all. Never ever change, sweet Niece.
A Baha’i PrayerBe generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity. 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.
Baha’i Garden in Israel Pilgrimage 2010
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.
Oh, a cemetery! I exclaimed to my friend. Let’s go inside and look for ghost.
From what I’ve heard, this is a haunted cemetery and there were ghosts sighting. On a hot day in the middle of the afternoon, it would be fair to assume that ghosts do not show up in broad daylight. It’s too hot for them to come out. Besides they are hard to detect when the sun is in full beam.
My friend ignored me because she hates ghost after having a bad experience when the ghost went charging right into her face. I thought it was funny, but not for her. Instead, she told me that the this is the burial-place of Emily Carr; only if she can remember where it was.
Off we went, inside the cemetery.
It’s a beautiful old cemetery. I found one that is adorned with flowers; real living white Shasta daisy garden. This is what I call pushing the daisies.
Sarah Jane Pearse
And this is the oldest tomb in the cemetery. I wonder what kind of life this person had and what caused her demise. Inscribed is Sarah Jane Pearse on the stone; what a beautiful name. She lived over a hundred years old.
We went round and round in circles in the cemetery looking for Emily Carr. I can’t find the tomb, not even a single apparition. There was a group tour at the cemetery and I really would like to speak to a living soul who knows where the tomb of Emily is. But my friend is such a kill joy she wants me to keep quiet. Zip my lips.
Finally, I am tired from walking and took a rest under the canopy of trees. In my mind, I spoke to Emily. “Emily, show me where you are buried. You hear me?” As soon as I said that, I saw a white butterfly coming towards me. What an interesting thing to see a butterfly when there is not even a peep from the birds due to the heat.
Where did you come from butterfly? I walked towards where the butterfly came from and I saw two people standing by a tomb from the distance. Walking towards them without a sound, I could see that the tomb has a few things on it. Curiosity took a hold of me and I want to find out what it was. When the couple left, I went closer. Much to my surprise, it’s her. Emily Carr.
Emily Carr, thank you for hearing my words and for sending a messenger to show me the way to you, a butterfly.