I just wear it.
That way I don’t get the “You’d be prettier if you smiled” comments.
And no, I wouldn’t be. It would take a lot more than that.
I just wear it.
That way I don’t get the “You’d be prettier if you smiled” comments.
And no, I wouldn’t be. It would take a lot more than that.
I consider it as a gift and a blessing. I am more appreciative of life and to look at in both sides.
What do you think of depression or any so called “mental illness”?
Silence and less are good thoughts.
Think about this.
“How would spirituality help a man of the world like me?” said the businessman.
“It will help you have more,” said the Master.
“How?” “By teaching you to desire less.” — Anthony de Mello, SJ
MORSEL: After the game, the king and pawn go into the same box. –Italian Proverb
January Peace Challenge: Neuroscience of Peace
Three thing I will change on this schedule:
Find the good on a given situation. Sounds like Pollyanna? Not really, it’s easier to become pessimistic than being optimistic. No should or could or would. These are pitfalls in everyday life. Do or do not. The daily examination, I agree with this wholeheartedly. It reminds me of the quote “unexamined life is not worth living.”
Photo credit by: Nick Bilton
This is in response to Daily Post: Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs Text
Peace be with you. Seeker
The mother dog, Amanda, raced back and forth between the house, putting her 10 day old puppies in the safest place she could find – a fire truck!She didn’t stop racing back into the fire until all of her puppies were safely away from the fire. The firemen on scene could not believe their eyes. Most people have never seen a dog this smart or this brave! After rescuing all of her pups from the blaze, Amanda sat down next to them, protecting them with her body. Onlookers called an emergency veterinary service and she and her pups were rushed to the hospital. Aside from one puppy being treated for serious burns, the entire family are alive and well – thanks to the bravery of Amanda! What a heroic mother! Isn’t this story amazing – The Power of Love.
In my travels, I met this nice elderly Filipino lady. One day, on the way to train station, I saw her giving out Vancouver Metro by the train station. I started reading again because of this Filipino lady. To help her out distribute the newspapers, I went to the extent of taking five newspapers to further distribute them at work.
I’m beginning to like Vancouver Metro because it has more good news than bad news. Or maybe, I am just selectively reading the good part. Besides, it provides easy to follow food recipes and this is the best part.
For Tuesday, January 23, 2013 issue, the headline was “Nothing to Fret My Pet!” It is actually a love story of a woman and her deer. To make the short story even shorter: they will live happily ever after when it was decided by law makers not to forcibly separate them. I love happy endings.
To read more about it, here’s the link: Metro News.Psalm 42 As the deer longs for running streams… so my soul longs for you, O God.
If a picture can paint a thousand words
Then why can’t I paint you.Life of Contradiction – A Poem One stormy night In the middle of the day Two dead boys Stood up and fight Back to back They faced each other They drew their swords And shot each other I don’t know where this poem came from but I memorized it way back when I was in elementary. I loved it so much that when I start thinking of so many ifs in life, I play this like a broken record. I guess I have mastered the Life of Contradiction. I am happy the way I am, no need to be a master of anything when I can’t even be a master in this School of Life. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Skills. Come and join us, it’s fun.
On the other hand, I wonder if the bird misses its flock. I am feeling lonely for the bird being alone by itself. I hope it will find its group and be reunited with them. God speed little birdie.
Enjoy.Related Links: The Canadian Warbler.blogspot.ca Burnaby Bird Guy.wordpress.com
Lord, grant me
the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change
the courage to change the things that I can
the wisdom to know the difference
And I will be guided by the Holy Spirit.
This is in response to Daily Prompt: In Crisis. Come and join us.
And a beautiful story Morning Story: Do Unto Others.
Have a blessed day.
Pax Tecum, (Peace be With You) _/\_ Seeker
“DP Prompt: Take Two – Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.”
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Poem by: Cecil Frances AlexanderRelated Articles: All Things Bright and Beautiful Poem post by cristines Hummingbird blogspot by mara gamiel As a matter of cat by Ella on WordPress
This picture was taken in one of the Churches in Rome. It reminded me of my dream. Should you be interested in knowing the dream, click on Eye Dreamed post.
Needless to say, I received some treats from the Three Kings and then some. Next celebration is Easter Sunday. Mark your calendar that will April 7, 2013.
In my faith, today is also called Epiphany. The meaning from Webster Dictionary is:
: an appearance or manifestation especially of a divine being
: an intuitive grasp of reality through as an event usually simple and striking
: an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure
: a revealing scene or moment
: a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something
Have you ever had an Epiphany? I think I did. And let me tell you this story that happened in 2011 Pilgrimage to Holy Land, Egypt and Jordan.
Pandemonium! Everybody was excited to go home after 21 days of being on the road as a Pilgrim. People are coming in and out of their hotel rooms. Checking each other’s luggage. Sharing stories, pictures and laughter. What did you buy to bring home? What’s your favourite place? What, what, what? Too many questions and I am starting to become tone-deaf. I need some solitude.
I would like to stay longer and soak up the three world’s religion: Islāmic, Judaism and Christianity. I want to be with the Muslims, Jews and Christians: and have an Interfaith Dialogue. But good things must come to an end.
Last night at Jordan side: I retreated to the balcony to find some peace and quiet, drinking tea and having a smoke. The balcony is facing a beautiful garden and overlooking the Dead Sea. I could see Israel from the balcony. On a clear day, I could literally see the walls of the old Jerusalem. On the right, I can imagine the location of Bethlehem, Nazareth and other geographical areas of where ancient time began based on the First and Old Testament. This will be my last trip. I have now covered the places of the Testaments. The Bible will become truly alive in my mind and heart. The readings during the mass will be more meaningful for my mind can conjure the places where I have visited. Gratitude, I am filled with gratitude to my God for making it possible for me to experience the trip of a lifetime.
It’s dark. Only a silhouette of the mountain is visible. The lights were flickering across the waters. Inside the hotel room, commotion ruled.
I settled in the dark, trying to calm myself down. It’s good to be here, Lord. I started speaking in my mind. Careful that nobody will hear me for they already think I’m batty. Don’t care. Then, whispering softly, I raised my right arm, started waving goodbye to Israel.
Oh, what is that? A star? A bright shining star that appeared so close and yet so far. Hmm, is it a plane? No, it’s not moving. Ok then, as I made this schizophrenic dialogue within myself. One asks; the other personality answers. Oh, let me see. That’s Jerusalem, that’s, Nazareth; that’s Bethlehem. Aha! This must be the STAR that the Magi saw. Imagine that and it’s not even Christmas yet.Excitement came rushing out of my body. I must take a picture. Made a quick dash inside the room, grabbed my camera and Neli, another pilgrim, to show her what I see. This rushing must have only taken 15 to 25 seconds. When I got out, the STAR is gone. Oh, no. It’s gone. I was so disappointed and sad that I have no picture to show off about my last night. Checked the horizon if there’s anything floating in the sky that is as big as the STAR. No, it’s pitched dark. Neli gave me “the look”, walked out of the room. Later I followed for it’s time to check out. At Frankfurt airport, I pulled Father Priest on the side and told him about my experience. He simply said in his infinite wisdom, the STAR is meant only for my eyes to see. No camera can ever capture it. I was so moved by his explanation and tears of joy came out. Picture, yes, I have a picture of the STAR; in the eyes of my heart. I praise you, O Lord, for your works are wonderful. Blessed be God forever.
When it comes to what I believe, I bear in mind that the word God might be different to other belief system. If you are reading this, the word God should be replaced by whatever higher power or inspiration you believe in.
Here is a man who questioned everything. And he answers it, too.
The question is “Does Evil Exist?”
“Evil does not exist or at least it does not exist unto itself.”
“Evil is simply the absence of God.”
Thought provoking. This poster hangs on the west wall of my sanctuary. I stare at it every day.
God of new beginnings, we are walking into mystery.
We face the future, not knowing what the days and months will bring us
or how we will respond.
Be love in us as we journey.
May we welcome all who come our way.
“Just for today, I will adjust myself to what is.”
“Just for today, I will face reality.”
“Just for today, I will change those things I can change.”
“Just for today, I will accept things I cannot change.”
Tell us about the role that faith plays in your life — or doesn’t.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
Franz Kafka said, “we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you?
When was the last time I borrowed a book from the library? It was such a long time ago. There is a period in my life that I devour all the books at the library and suddenly BOOM, I stop reading.
Bite me, I dare you. Vampire books are enjoyable to read because they bite. What stings them is that they still have their humanity, the love to be amongst the living. Ah, love, it makes my heart grow fonder. It’s lovely to feel the love of the Vampires. I feel so much love. Just wait a minute, that doesn’t sting.
There are a couple of books beside me that I pick up to read between TV commercials. I tell you, I can read a chapter by the time the ads are over, too many commercials on TV. “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum and “The Pleasure of Finding Things Out” by Richard P. Feynman. These books are filled with humor and they both sting, a little.
The book that I keep on coming back that I never seem to finish reading is titled “Awareness … the perils and … opportunities for reality” written by Anthony de Mello. This is not an easy read or a romantic novel. This book cuts through the core, and I bleed just by reading it.
When I picked up the book, it opened on this chapter, and I quote in part:
At a loss for Words: “God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity. But we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the ready radiance of wonder renewed daily, the source of which is beyond all reason. We don’t have to quarrel about a word, because “God” is only a word, a concept. One never quarrels about reality; we only quarrel about opinions, about concepts, about judgments.”
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.”
The year is drawing to a close. What would you put in a 2012 time capsule?
Aaah…. Panic, aaah! Not enough time; that’s only 21 days from now. I need more time and notice. Can we change that to the year 2013, please, Mr. Michelle, please? OK, fine.
Let me see what I can gather in my treasure chest and a gold mine of ideas. Think, thank, thonk. Thonk, it is.
What I can see in my kitchen is a clear plastic bottle of pop, that’s good enough for a time capsule. In the pantry are dry goods; too big for the pop bottle. How about catching a genie and imprison it in the bottle. Be serious, now, thonk! Oh, a bag. What’s in this bag? Checking, more bags within the bags, checking the bags within the bags, more bags. Gosh, I am such a pack rat. But look what’s in the bags; small plastic bags of seeds. YES, seeds. They will fit in the capsule. Oh, this is so exciting.
Opsey, no name on the seeds. Well, that would be part of the fun.
These seeds came from my garden, collected them from the community gardens, from friends and families, from travels while on the pilgrim. They are seeds of flowers, vegetables, and trees. They are small things that will fit in the bottle, and I will leave instructions on what to do with them by following just six simple steps.
The time capsule will be sealed with a kiss, a prayer and a hope that it will be found by someone who will plant the seeds and eventually create a garden, just like mine. A garden that will attract little creatures like hummingbirds, butterflies, dragonflies. A garden where one can only be, to pray, be thankful and be grateful to Our God, whomever you may conceive Him to be.
Once this is done, I will go the beach of English Bay, throw the time capsule in the waters, watch the waves carry the capsules into open waters and whisper Bon Voyage.
One Minute Meditation
The disciple asked for a word of wisdom.
Said the Master, “Go sit within your cell and your cell will teach you wisdom.”
“But I have no cell. I am no monk.”
“Of course you have a cell. Look within.” – Anthony de Mello, SJ
MORSEL: Seek refuge in the attitude of detachment, and you will amass the
wealth of spiritual awareness. Those who are motivated only by the desire for
the fruits of action are miserable, for they are always anxious about
the results of what they do. –Bhagavad Gita 2:49-50
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
Total Recall of the day’s gone by – not goodbye.
There’s a song in my head: “Those were the days my friend, we thought we’ve never end, we’d sing and dance forever and day.” Plenty of playing, praising and singing. Growing up in a family of 13, I am number 10, it takes its toll. I have nine siblings to be obeyed and be respected because they are older than me; three younger brothers to play with and dominate them. My turn, hah! Aside from uncles, aunties, and cousins, we are a multitude of the stars. As God said, “Go and build me a nation,” we did. Actually, that’s just the way life was in the Philippines. The more the merrier and plenty of love to give, receive and share. Not like that “Godfather” movie, you’ll end up with a horse on your bed. Yikes.
The word to describe today’s post is hypermnesia \hye-perm-NEE-zhee-uh\
Noun: abnormally vivid or complete memory or recall of the past by according to http://www.merriam-webster.com/
I know it’s better to remember good times, good times but this one particular memory brought awareness in my little brain. My sisters love to make collages, and they post them on the wall just above the bed we all share. This is one of the pictures.
This image thought me so much, and I did not learn this from kindergarten school. From this collage, I learned to love and compassion as I grow up instilling in my heart and soul that we all have to help the children for we were children once before.
The greatest teacher for me, in my background, is Jesus Christ. Let the little children come to me. Pax Tecum, Seeker.