What is it that most people are afraid of dying, death and the dead? There’s really nothing to fear for the celebration of the deceased since death is for the living. When I was in Thailand, volunteering for the AIDS … Continue reading
The year 2019 sounds so futuristic remembering a 1996 visit of Thailand. I feel nostalgic tonight. Photography then was archaic when we have to use a real camera, a film and the negatives processed. I could never tell whether the photos … Continue reading
In other’s people’s eyes, he’s lovely. For me, I love him so much. I really loved him. Every day before he left for work, We said we love each other. At midday, we’d text to see if the other had … Continue reading
I love this shot of the children squatting in the garden. It reminds me of gardening. Different seeds sprouted and they grew into a beautiful living being with its own personality. These are the little buddhas I took care of … Continue reading
AC does not want me to think that he is still playing with stuff animal as I mentioned in this post. So he sent me more evidence that this is what he does in his one and wild precious life in Thailand.
To prove his point that he is not the baby but the Tiger. Note the long line up on the right of the monk. Many are experiencing this one and wild precious life.
Here kitty, kitty, kitty: BREAKFAST!
How do you give?
Do you give grudgingly or willingly?
Giving is the best communication.
Thank you, Paulette
God bless you, Starr Pedron. This article is a true story written for Writing Challenge: Truth. Related Articles:
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us what you find on the other side.
Dreams, I like dreaming even if it turns into a nightmare. Nightmares are just dreams, nothing to be scared about. It’s scarier when I am wide awake having to deal with everyday living. Pick a door? When I pick a particular entry that opens to the unknown and enter it, what’s behind one door is connected to the other gate. It does not really matter which door I choose. This is what I call a dream within a dream. I can quickly go back to a dream and continue dreaming.
There is a particular dream that is etched in the most recesses of my mind, body, and soul. The time was the early year of 1998. I was temporarily living in the basement of my friend, Jan, as I was on my way to be of service to ABC (AIDS Baby Centre) in Chiangrai, Thailand. That basement was hellish, but I told Jan, I will turn hell into heaven. And I did. Jan just loves how I transformed her basement into heaven.
About the dream, skipping the details, this is the ending: I opened my eyes, and I saw a single EYE surrounded by luminous light. The Eye was staring at me. I don’t know how long I started back. And suddenly, fear kicked in, and I said: “Lord, I am not ready for this.” Then I closed my eyes and went to deep dreamless slumber. I woke up and missed out the better part of the morning, it was almost noon.Ever since I become fixated with eyes. I look at everyone’s eyes to see if I could capture that eye in someone else. I am longing to go back to that “Eye” dream. I am now ready to look straight to that “Eye.” As a result, my nightly prayer before I lay down to sleep, my last words are: “Lord, come and visit me in my dreams.”