The Application of Senses

Trees

Trees

Leave your house and make your way to the park.
Pause.
Notice your impressions.

What senses are engaged: sight, scent, hearing?
Do you notice movement or stillness?

Walk on and take notice of everything around you.
What do you see, hear, feel, smell?

Try to experience something you usually wouldn’t spend much time or attention. Look at individual trees and note their differences. Touch the ground, listen to the people, birds, sounds of nature.

Think of God’s great love and vitality, shining through all the gifts He places around us:
A peaceful city and country, summer weather, green space to walk in.

Finish with a prayer before making your way back.

I See Your Lord

I am so blessed my Lord I can see you
In all the lovely things, so fine and true
I see You in the beauty of the flowers and the rain
I see You between the lines of a sweet refrain.

I am so blessed my Lord I can see you
Even when I’m lonely and in pain
I see You in the beauty of the stars at night
I see You in my life, I feel alright.

I see you Lord in sorrow and in happiness
I see You in the glory of sweet success
I see You Lord every hour, everyday
I can see you Lord whenever I pray

I am so blessed my Lord I can see you
In the smile of a baby sweet and true
I can see You in the eyes of my very best friends
I see you in these bonds just like Your love never ends.

Source: Prayer as openness

Life is but an instant

“My life is but an instant, an hour that passes by;
To love you, my dearest God, I only have today.”
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Our Thanksgiving Prayer

I am grateful to be alive, Lord. I’m breathing.

Time passes quickly, and I forget that all life is gift from You Who are breathing me into life moment by moment. Help me to be present in the sacrament of each moment – to where You are with me right now.

I am grateful to you for every moment of life You give me.

Source: Little Flower

Special Needs

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We all have needs and children require more needs than adults.  Children are all special.

Looking at this photo not knowing who drew it, I would say it’s very well done, much better drawn in comparison to me. Having very little creative brain, I can learn from the artist, drawn by a  child, a special need child I heard. Who would know?

As far I am concern, this is a child with special talent.  Definitely a child’s drawing with special needs; education.

After Labour Day is first day back to school, unfortunately it’s not going to happen due to ongoing dispute between BCTF and government. I can only hope that the children will receive all the need they can while school is out of session.

Awareness: The Power of Art on Media

When it comes to promoting Dialogue, I keep my eyes on art and media.

Working previously in an advertising agency, it opened my vista to the wonderful world of communication with very few words using art. Words for me can get in the way. I choose my words.  The softer the word the better. Simple words preferably. It’s interesting to learn new words every. I subscribe to a word a day and learn new vocabulary. But for what purpose?  The word is only useful for me if it’s life-giving and to bring awareness.

Shhhh....

Shhhh….

Shhh…. look, just look and listen to what I am showing you. What thoughts and emotion are starting to form in you?

Hear No Evil

Hear No Evil

Can you hear? Can you hear your own thoughts? Your own prejudice?

Speak No Evil

Speak No Evil

When you speak, what language do you use? What I mean by language is not the word. It’s more than words. Do you say the truth, do speak love, do you resonate kindness?

See No Evil

See No Evil

Do you see what I mean? It starts with yourself, family, friends and to the outside world. If you keeps your eyes wide shut, what is the point of having a vision?

The Whole Picture

The Whole Picture

It happened, still happening. Not just at school, not just in Canada, it`s everywhere, it starts in you.  This is not to scare you. This is to learn from the power of media.

City of Vancouver Public Art

City of Vancouver Public Art

For Alice

Looking For Alice

My daughter Alice, born with Downs Syndrome, is no different to any other human being. 

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I wonder how it might be for Alice to be valued without distinction, without exception and without second glance.

This project is for her, for Alice.

Image: Sian Davey
Source: Looking For Alice

Beauty in Nature

 Enjoy the sensory beauty of the world we live in as Helen Keller did.

helen keller

Helen Keller had an acute sense of smell. She loved being in nature and the fragrance of flowers. One scent she was particularly fond of was the fresh scent of eucalyptus leaves

I who am blind can give one
hint to those who see
one admonition to those who
would make full use of the gift of sight.

Use your eyes as if tomorrow
you would be stricken blind
and the same method can
be applied to the other senses.

Hear the music of voices
the song of a bird
the mighty strains of an orchestra
as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.

Touch each object you want to touch
as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail.

Smell the perfume of flowers
taste with relish each morsel
as if tomorrow you could
never smell and taste again.

Make the most of every sense
glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty
which the world reveals to you through
the several means of contact which Nature provides.

 

Note: This is an entry from The Open Door – Helen Keller  and not a poem.
Source: AFB: American Foundation for the Blind

 

 

The Power of One

“Don’t kill it.”

She was startled by what I said when I exclaimed to one of the walkers at the Camino trying to take a bug out of my neck.

“It’s only a ladybug.”

“Still, please don’t kill it and give it to me.”

She gently picked it up and placed it on my arm.

With a sigh of relief that it is safe, I brought it to the nearest bush, let it settle on one of the leaves and whispered have a good life.

Ladybug has such a power to me.  It brings back memories how a tiny creature saved my life.
The Power of One

Flashback:

It was warm fall weather, and I was on my way for a vacation to Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico.  I should be thrilled in going for a week-long all exclusive holiday, but I wasn’t.  Depression was taking hold of me at the time.

I didn’t want to go. There was a foreboding feeling that should I go, I will not return. Another thought that comes and goes that life is not worth living when depression arises.

“Give me one reason to live?”

I was talking to the statutes on my altar. They are the statues of Mother Mary, a crucified Jesus Christ on the cross, the saints, and angels.  Can they hear me?  I doubt that they can.  They are just statues.

It was a moment of madness.

Over and over again, I repeated: “Give me one reason to live!”

Tears are flooding my eyes, everything looked obscure. As my eyes were wandering all over my bedroom, I saw a small red dot just above the curtain wall.

Curiosity took hold of me and went close to check what it was.  When I came closer, it became clearer that it was a ladybug.

Instinctively, I tried to pick it up to release it outside.  However, it flew away, and I lost sight of it.

I searched the walls, the curtains, the ceilings, the floor, the bed, behind the door of my bedroom for the ladybug and for the life of me I cannot find it.

“Where are you ladybug?”
“You cannot stay here.”
“ You will die here.” 
“There is no life for you here.”
“You need to show yourself.”

On and on I talked to the ladybug. It felt a long time searching for it, and I became aware of the time that I need to leave the apartment otherwise I will miss my plane for Mexico.

Imploring to the ladybug, I beg: “Please come out. I have a plane to catch.”

As I said this, my eyesight cleared up from crying and saw the ladybug in the far corner of the west wall of the ceiling.

Finally, I caught the ladybug, placed it in between the palms of my hands so it won’t escape, went to the balcony, opened my hands and gave a soft blow of air from my lips to give it a nudge to fly. And it flew. Free, the ladybug is now free.

In Nuevo Vallarta, a new door opened up to a different meaning of living a life.

There I experienced other forms of life: releasing a bucket full of baby sea turtles into the vast ocean, talking to the iguanas and lizard, watching the sunset, walking barefoot on the sandy shores, tasting the saltiness of the sea, feeling the warm rain on my skin, horseback riding along the Andes Fault and visiting some ruins.

Coming home, my disposition in life is a bit brighter.  Depression still exists, but I don’t find it overwhelming.

When life becomes unbearable, I think of the ladybug.  A Godsend. I firmly believe in the God of small things. Life grows into a series of little things in faith of gratitude. The possibility is due to a single ladybug.

The power of one.

Brain Freeze

 

brain freeze

National Geography Your Shot by: Becky Hale

 I’ll see you in September
When summer is gone
Remember to
Have a good time

“It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them
—the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821 – 1881) Russian novelist

中华人民共和国朋友们好

Chinese Fisherman

Chinese Fisherman

我在遥远的加拿大温哥华想着你们

我知道中国是一个很美丽的国家

您好吗?

你是从哪里来的?

谢谢你 (xièxienǐ )

Translation:
Hello to the People of Republic China
I am thinking of you from Vancouver, BC, CANADA.
I understand that China is a beautiful country.
How are you?
Where are you from?
Thank you.

Photo Credit: National Geographic

Revelation

candle lights

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that something deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.  ~ e.e. cummings”

Spare a change

Spare a change

Last day of work for 10-month employees working at the school.  Summer break begins. But, this is a big BUT, should the teachers’ strike continues for the summer, I will be still be unemployed. I work 12-months at the head office.  Needless to say, I have to respect the picket line and will not cross it.

I will be joining Abby panhandling instead.

Passers by are just begging to touch Abby. I’m pretty sure, it’s a lucrative job since no one can resist touching this soft little fur ball for a buck.

Bonus: tax free !

Finding Meaning In Between Times

Sakura at Burrard Station
Find meaning.
Distinguish melancholy from sadness.
Go out for a walk.

It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park,
spring at its most spectacular moment,
flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery
smoothly transferring you into another world.

It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have
multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings
no other brain ever managed to encounter.

Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself.

Find meaning or don’t find meaning
but steal some time and give it freely
and exclusively to your own self.

Opt for privacy and solitude.

That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause
you to reject the rest of the world.

But you need to breathe.
And you need to be.”

― Albert Camus

Doing Love

Man on a wheel chair

Often we speak about love as if it is a feeling.
But if we wait for a feeling of love before loving,
we may never learn to love well.

The feeling of love is beautiful and life-giving,
but our loving cannot be based in that feeling.

To love is to think, speak, and act according
to the spiritual knowledge that we are infinitely
loved by God and called to make that love
visible in this world.

Mostly we know what the loving thing to do is.
When we “do” love, even if others are not able
to respond with love, we will discover that
our feelings catch up with our acts.

~ Henri Nouwen

The in between is About Now.

My life is full of in between times. What I do with the in between times is the most important aspect of my life, for without it, life is meaningless.  The in between is ABOUT NOW.

between

In between reminds me of a good friend that I questioned ” what do you do in between”? That is load full of questions that has so many meanings and can be answered in many ways.  Surely, there is so much I can do in between.  It is mostly waiting  filled with wonders:

  • waiting in line
  • waiting for the next meal
  • waiting for the next vacation
  • waiting for the next pay check
  • waiting for the sun, moon, rain, snow
  • waiting for faith, hope, charity, health, joy
  • waiting for answers to my prayers, signs and miracles

The list is long.  While I wait, so much have happened or not happened, in between.

I just realized that my life is full of miracles from the day of my conception, birth, growing, adding years to my age until the time of my departure on earth is all in between times.  During this time, I experienced plenty and filled with gratitude.

As I defined myself:
Servant of the Lord, first and foremost. Lover of all sentient beings. Maurice and Lucy are my cats. I plant my own garden to decorate my soul, nurtures and keeps me grounded. Hummingbird  connects me to an awesome wonders and makes me feel at home. I am a pilgrim on this earth.

So I created this space to share with you my “In Between Times.” It is a continuous series of:

  • from one moment to the next,
  • from one thought to the next,
  • from one action to the next.

“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering. ~ St. Augustine of Hippo.”

“Often people demand a great deal from themselves and their lives and are despondent when reality does not measure up. Milton has long been understood as having offered consolation for this affliction, reminding us that we do not always have a say in the role that we play in the world and that sometimes we must learn to see the service we are giving when we are doing nothing but waiting.”

Making the most out of it.

Morning Story and Dilbert

“Life will only come once, so make the most out of it.”  via Words to Live By.

Suffer?  I refuse.

Being out of job for the past few days due to teachers’ job action, I am enjoying the four hours of being in the public supporting the teachers during their strike.  Meeting people on the street, getting to know teachers and peers, more time to exchange words , playing with dogs at the park, watching all the feathered creatures and enjoying the garden across the office are just a few pleasures that embrace during this tumultuous period.

As part of being in a unionized job, we respect the picket line.  We do not cross the line to support the teachers in solidarity.

I have so much respect and admiration for the teachers. They are like the second parent of the child.  As a matter of fact, most children spend more time at school than spending time with their parents.

It appears school ended prematurely for the children but the graduating class are still required to take their final exams with or without the teachers.

In the meantime, I will continue to count my steps as I pound the sidewalk walking side by side with the teachers and still have a few laughs along the way.

And it’s not all that bad, actually.  The professional staffs are still working to step on the plate that we left behind at the office.  On top of that, they come out to converse with us bringing  a  box of donuts and muffins to fuel our energy.

Success

 

tulips“To laugh often and much,

to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children,

to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends,

to appreciate beauty,

to find the best in others,

to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;

to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!”

source: Ralph Waldo Emerson. poets for justice

Transparency

elephant

“We had better share our bewilderments. By hiding them from each other we should not hide them from ourselves.”
― C.S. Lewis,

Artist Pascal Chesneau won the David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation 2014 Wildlife Artist of the Year award for his stunning Transparence Elephant sculpture.

Three ways I interpret this art work:

  • An elephant in the room
  • The vanishing animal
  • Endangered species

It’s no big surprise that he won the award not just his artistic ability and it’s an excellent conversational piece with so many meanings.

What does this mean to you?
What emotions arises from you?
What are you hiding?

Update: National Geographic News June 16, 2014 ~ Elephant Satao: Monumental Lost

Proud to be

Philippines_flag

The highlight of my mornings going to school in the Philippines is singing the national anthem.  Then we all can start our day of studying.

We all go out in the courtyard, dress up in our uniforms, with our right hand on our left chest, eyes fixed on the flag, a conductor moving her hand the three-quarters beat,  and we sing with feelings and gusto. In doing so, this is how we learn patriotism to the country and flag of the Philippines.

Even the lyrics alone makes me feel the freedom and pride how my ancestors fought hard to gain our independence.

Land of the morning
Child of the sun returning
With fervor burning
Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy,
Cradle of noble heroes,
Ne’er shall invaders
Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds
And o’er thy hills and seas;
Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb
Of glorious liberty.

Thy banner dear to all hearts
Its sun and stars alight,
Oh, never shall its shining fields
Be dimmed by tyrant’s might.

I must say, I love the Philippine National Anthem. It was first written in Spanish, then translated in Filipino, and finally in English, a total of three versions versions you can listen here.

Symbols on the Flag of the Republic of the Philippines:

  •  Blue – peace, truth, and justice.
  •  Red – patriotism and valor.
  •  White triangle – equality and brotherhood.
  •  Three stars on the corners of the triangle – the three main geographical regions of the country namely Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao.
  •  Sun at the center of the triangle – eight rays representing the eight Philippine provinces that started the revolt against Spain that symbolize unity, freedom, people’s democracy and sovereignty.

Very brief background:

  •  Spain ruled the Philippine for 300 years. Magellan discovered the Philippines. Catholicism is the main religion due to the Spanish Rule.
  •  America came to the Philippines.  An outbreak of war ensued between Spain and America.
  •  Spain surrendered the Philippines to the America.
  •  Philippines revolted against America.
  •  America proclaimed that Philippines’  independence is the 4th of July.

Just a minute now, Philippines does not want the America’s national day of holiday. They wanted their own date to fall on June 12.  Finally, America approved it  on August 4, 1964 that the Philippines’ National Independence is June 12.

I am a Canadian now but deep in my heart, I am still a proud Filipino.

In death you see the heavens

Video

Lyric from this post

Death

Everything you know is gone away
Your soul so small and cold
It’s gone with winter snow
Never to return

And your friends so lively now
They’ll all be with you deep in the ground
They’ll be right next to you
You’ll strain but you’ll never hear a sound

So you begin to cry

Your tears water the ground
and forests spring up all green and proud
Your body so tired and worn
A tree trunk takes form within you

And your hair flames like the sun
Your feet become the animals that run
Your arms reach wide and high
In death you want to embrace all of life

But there’s a thorn in your side

All your stupid jokes
and all your misplaced notes and
all those ugly feelings
and all of that deceiving it
never quite existed it
robbed you of the present
alive your arm was twisted
in death you see the heavens

Product of Enlightenment

walk away
“What kind of a person does Enlightenment produce?”

Said the Master:

“To be public-spirited and belong to no party,
to move without being bound to any given course,
to take things as they come,
have no remorse for the past,
no anxiety for the future,
to move when pushed,
to come when dragged,
to be like a mighty gale,
like a feather in the wind,
like weeds floating on a river,
like a mill stone meekly grinding,
to love all creation equally
as heaven and earth are equal to all
—such is the product of Enlightenment.”

 

On hearing these words, one of the younger disciples cried, “This sort of teaching is not for the living but for the dead,” and walked away, never to return.  ~ Anthony de Mello, SJ

MORSEL: All Spiritual being is in man. A wise old proverb says, “God comes to see us without bell,” that is, as there is no screen or ceiling between our heads and the infinite heavens, so is there no bar or wall in the soul where man, the effect, ceases, and God, the cause, begins.  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays “The Over-Soul”

This is just a ride.

“The world is just like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are.  And the ride goes up and down and round and round; it has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun … for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: “is this real, or is this just a ride?”  And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, “Hey — don’t worry, don’t be afraid — EVER — because this is just a ride.”

A life lived on a twirling, whirling planet near the edge of a spinning galaxy makes for a hell of a ride.

If we’re lucky, it’s sometimes like a ride on a bus with a wisecracking bus driver.  But from crib to coffin, it’s mostly a trip into the Unknown.

 

by Geoff Olson ~ Reflections on light and darkness” Just a Ride”
Quote from: Bill Hicks ~ a fairground metaphor for existence
Image: Tumblr

Poultry Philosophers

chicken crossing

Photo: Simon Blackley/ Flickr

I like to contemplate deep thoughts such as What is the meaning of life? Why is the sky blue? Why did the chicken cross the road? Searching for answers via Google, these are some responses from the great thinkers.

Plato: For the greater good.

Karl Marx: It was an historical inevitability.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Albert Einstein: Did the chicken cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.

Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death. Epicurus: For fun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.

Johann Friedrich von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.

David Hume: Out of custom and habit.

Sappho: Due to the loveliness of the hen on the other side, more fair than all of Hellas’ fine armies.

Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately … and suck all the marrow out of life.

Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Joseph Stalin: I don’t care. Catch it. Crack its eggs to make my omelette.

Captain James T. Kirk: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

Fox Mulder: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?

Bill Clinton: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken, please?

The Bible:  And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, “Thou shalt cross the road.”  And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross the toad? Yes! The chicken cross the road, but why it crossed the road, I’ve not been told!

Colonel Sanders:  I missed one?

In your opinion, why did the chicken cross the road?

The Woodpecker

The sound of the rattling call of wuk, wuk, wuk, I can tell that the woodpecker is in the neighborhood.  The call starts slow and short; then it progresses to a rapid tone and louder.  As it turned out, the Woodpecker is either up on the roof or down below in the garden.

Between the Seagulls, Robins and Crows, the Woodpecker has to compete with these birds.  Small as it is and alone, it can scare the competitors just by its territorial call.

I was hoping that it would stay longer so I can enjoy this elusive bird but it stays only for a short while.

Last night, my neighbor reported to me that we have to have a funeral service.

Of course, I don’t particularly become surprised with her mellow dramatic character; I’m used to her performance. When there is death in the building, it’s either a cat, rat, mouse or a dead plant.  I normally volunteer to do the service.

“So… what died and where will I find the body? “ I asked.

With so much preamble from her, I basically have to pull it out from her lips what I need to hear.  First she has to make an assumption that somebody killed it.  Maybe the raccoon did it or maybe a gigantic sewer rat or etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

As it turned out, her and her husband found the Woodpecker dead underneath the umbrella tree.  They are aware that I am very fond of this bird better than their pet crows that they feed every day.

Damn, double damn; not the beautiful bird.

Armed with a spade and hand gloves, I started the service without them.  I wanted to be alone with the  Woodpecker. I did not to give it a name because once I do, I will become personally attached to it.

The bird is still soft to touch and much more beautiful closer. With its long beak, black and orange color, polka dot speck on white fluff of feathers are stunning.  Lifting its weightless body, I laid it on a bed of flowers. Gradually covering it earth, placed rocks on top and more flowers just like being a cemetery. I buried it in my secret garden.

It was all a matter of fact what I just did.  It was alive, now it’s dead.  Deep down inside, I hope there are no babies somewhere in a hollow of a tree left behind.  Now, I am beginning to become dramatic just like my neighbor and if I don’t stop this whole thing, it will make me miserable just by thinking about it. Enough.
woodpecker fly awaySo long, Woodpecker.  Fly and cross the rainbow. Thank you for being there.

 

I wonder

Baby james reading

As a child becomes aware, he notices that the
world around him is filled with other living things.

There are animals, bugs, birds and creepy
crawlers going about their own lives
that fascinate him.

A caterpillar inches along.
A chickadee sings high in up on a tree.
A bee buzzes from flower to flower.

Suddenly he is filled with wonders.
And a million questions begin.

I wonder why kangaroos have pouches.
I wonder why caterpillars eat so much.
I wonder why camels have humps.
I wonder why horses wear shoes.
I wonder why spiders spin webs.
I wonder why the sun rises.
I wonder why whales sing.

Why do birds sing?
Why can’t penguins fly?
Why do plants have flowers?
Why do leopards have spots?
Why does it get dark at night?
Why are bees busy in summer?
Why do kangaroos have pouches?

Too many questions.

I wonder myself, too.
I cannot seem to remember for
my thoughts have been placed
by useless mundane stuff of
everyday busyness of life.

I’m in the garden

garden

“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~ e.e. cummings

How much nature do you need?  For me, I need it!

When I am not working, I spend most of my time in nature.  Being in nature makes me happier, healthier and peaceful. Nature can be just our backyard.  One can spend the entire weekend gardening getting my hands dirty.  And that’s exactly what I did this past long weekend.

David Suzuki suggests that we take the nature challenge by going outside to:

  • smell the flowers
  • find the bug
  • fly a kite
  • write and sketch in the park
  • identify the trees
  • birding
  • listen to the wind
  • skip some stones
  • get my feet wet
  • take photos

And much more.

More than likely, I will be spending more time outside and it will take me away from WordPress.  So my friends, if you don’t hear from me, I’m in the garden.

Two is better than none

poster two

I love
My two dads
I love
My two moms

Love!

Imagine that these are adopted
children  and brought into
a loving home. They were given
food, shelter, education,
plenty of love to be had and
grew up happily.  The only difference
is that their parents are in the same
sex relationship.
Moms, Dads, daughter, son.

Diversity!

Imagine that these two children have no
parents, unwanted, grew up on the street
and became a statistics.

Imagine!

“Heterosexism refers to the assumption that
all people are heterosexual and that
heterosexuality is superior and more
desirable than homosexuality.”

“Homophobia is the irrational fear and hatred
of homosexuals.  Both of these are
perpetuated by negative stereotypes and are
dangerous to people and communities.”

Definition!

 

Say it with flowers

Joanne

What a beautiful thing, a bouquet of tulips for me.  Thank you.

Knowing that Mum, how much longer will be in town for a couple of days in Vancouver waiting for the cruise ship to take her and her family to Alaska, I immediately said: Coffee is on me!  The last time she was here, we didn’t even know that we were in the same place when there was free hugs for hunger.

When meeting someone for the first time, we gave each other a clue so we can find one another.

Mum said that she will be the person with two heavy bags under her eyes on the hotel lobby waiting. Me, I will be that silver fox with  long hair. Well, I did not see any woman with heavy bags.  Mum found me first.  It’s so easy to spot a long silver hair but not the fox. Who am I kidding.

It was a real pleasure to meet a blogger in person.

We chatted animatedly as if we were long-lost friend over coffee and dinner by the Waterfront of Vancouver.  Thank goodness, the weather cooperated and not a drop of precipitation.

Mum and family must be in the middle of the ocean by now and have passed the narrow inside passage of Vancouver Island.

Thank you again for the flowers, Mum, and for taking the time to meet with me.  Safe journey.

I am not alone

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Right now,
there are people all over the world
who are just like you.

They’re lonely.
They’re missing somebody.
They’re in love with someone
they probably shouldn’t be in love with.

They have secrets you wouldn’t believe.
They wish and they dream and they hope,
and they look out the window whenever they’re
in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch people
on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through.
They wonder if there are people out there like them.

They’re like you,
and you could tell them everything
and they would understand.

And right now,
they’re sitting here reading these words,
and I’m writing this for you
so you don’t feel alone anymore.

Source: Lessons Learned In Life

Leave your “i” behind.

Canada’s renowned scientist David Suzuki received an Award for Science from the U.S. National Wildlife Federation DrSuzuki-computerSmcalling him “one of our strongest allies north of the border.” 

“Our highest priorities must be the air we breathe, the water we drink, the soil that provides food and the biodiversity that keeps us alive and healthy.”   – Dr. David Suzuki

He is also a nature enthusiast that makes use realize that nature is good for all of us. It’s a known fact that we benefit by spending more time outdoors than spending more face time. I can attest to that.

Being at work 7 hours a day in front of the computer contributes very little for my well-being.  The minute I take coffee and lunch breaks that means green time for me. A walk around the block can depressurized me and calms me down.  Spending time in nature reduces the negative results of automatic thoughts and redirects my mind to being playful and extrovert.

This is plain science and all I need is me as the guinea pig.

For the month of May, David Suzuki launched the 30 x 30 Nature challenge by spending 30 minutes in nature for 30 days. That is doable.  I extend this challenge whoever reads this wherever you are in planet earth.  This is not limited to Canadians.

So I say to you, get off your butt, walk away from the computer, go outside, breath and relax.  Not to mention, unplug yourself from any gadgets and open your ears to the sound around you.  Leave your “I” behind. No iPhone, iPod or iPad.  Can you do that?

Then come back and tell me what you did in 30 minutes and how it fells. See that space below for comment?  That is for you.

The real reason behind this incorrectly attributed article

Recently, I received an e-mail about “Some Rules Kids Won’t Learn in School” and that Bill Gates gave this speech to a group of graduating high school.
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Rule 1: Life is not fair – get used to it!
Rule 2: The world doesn’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will not make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: They called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, So don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to anything in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. (Do that on your own time.)
Rule 10: Television is not real life. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

It sounds really good but I have a hunch it did not come from him, so I snooped around.

As it turned out this list was taken from Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can’t Read, Write, written by Charles J. Sykes with added three more rules.

Rule 12: Smoking does not make you look cool.
Rule 13: You are not immortal. (See Rule No. 12.)
Rule 14: Enjoy this while you can. Sure parents are a pain, school’s a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you’ll realize how wonderful it was to be a kid. Maybe you should start now. You’re welcome.

Actually, the only reason why I am posting this is so that I have a photo of him. He is so darn cute!

Thinking Thresholds

 

threshold door

To find a light streaming through a hole on a door
in a dark room made my outlook brighter.

In the threshold of my thoughts that gives me a
glimpse of hope that life will be bearable
in between these spaces lie a threshold
a passage that will open a door of transformation.

The awareness of the light,
I am grateful for the threshold
for without it, there is no possibility to know
that there is a brighter life behind this door.

 

Feeding the heart

winter bird
Today is  new day.
I am creature of habit
Bird watching weather permitting
Standing at the entrance of the park
With a handful of bird seeds
The seeds will feed the birds
The joy of birds feeding
Will feed my heart.

Image source: Barb Markway

Remember to remember

Henry Miller 1946

Henry Miller 1946

I want to remember as much as possible
the events of my life be it pleasant or
unpleasant as long as I can.  There are
times that I want to remember less.

Someone told me instead of remembering,
remember to forget. And I ponder about this
and what came to mind, sooner or latter
a time will come, it will happen without even
having to remember.

Image of Henry Miller from Flavor Wire

Question: What good shall I do and did today

Three thing I will change on this schedule:

  1. Wake up at 6 am
  2. Change “shall I do” to “I will do”
  3. Sleep at 11 pm


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.”

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Photo credit by: Nick Bilton

Three days: Where did it go?

There is a gremlin in the system!

Did I ever share with you that I hate technology?  I do!  I blamed technology when the first sign of dark night of the soul surfaced.  I am overcoming this aversion to technology by joining Facebook followed by WordPress.  And I am making headways.  I’m still here after over a year of blogging.  That is a success on my part.

To prove that I can do it, I even moved to a dot-com to learn more what’s out there.  It was a challenge and still is.

Today, the challenge is the reader.  Going back to some post that I have neglected to read, I don’t see them.  The reader’s last post was three days ago.  Mind you, some of today’s read is visible.  Where did it go?

I dread of contacting the support forum once again for I have numerous e-mail going back and forth.  I must say they are very helpful.

Oh, the joys of technology.

Photo credit: Jemima’s Journal

My Christmas Thoughts for You

Holy Family
 
The very best of all my thoughts
are those that think of you.
The very best of all my hopes
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.

Merry Christmas

As we think, so we become

The thought manifests as the word;The word manifests as the deed;The deed develops into habit;And habit hardens into character.So watch the thought and its wayswith care,And let it spring from loveBorn out of concern for all beings.As the shadow follows the body,As we think, so we become.—Guatama Buddha, DhammapadaPhoto Credit: H.H. The Dalai Lama from sapru on flickr.http://tmblr.co/ZjYlFytAgM8r
 
The thought manifests as the word;
The word manifests as the deed;
 The deed develops into habit;
 And habit hardens into character.  
So watch the thought and its ways with care,
And let it spring from love
Born out of concern for all beings.
As the shadow follows the body,
As we think, so we become.

—Guatama Buddha, Dhammapada

 

Photo Credit: H.H. The Dalai Lama from sapru on flickr.  http://tmblr.co/ZjYlFytAgM8r
Source:  Parabola Magazine