Fatherly act

Here’s our infamous Fr. Rex. photobombing the group at the Alvastra Abbey in Östergötland.

Memory will grow

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Bringing my identity in foreign lands where these countries oppressed by Germans and Russians, religion is no longer important to them but the survival of the fittest. Some countries regained their independence recently in the 1990’s, They were once Catholic … Continue reading →

Ecstasy at our feet.

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These feet will take us wherever they want to go. Passengers from the hydrofoil are rushing to plant their feet on the ground of Estonia after a two-hour sail from Finland, 2,000 of them more or less. As pilgrims, our feet … Continue reading →

At the heart of the city

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Somewhere in a Nordic nation, a billboard: Come party with us. A perfect place for 45 Canadian pilgrims shepherd by two priest. We searched for the nun but couldn’t find one in the land of the Vikings. Just as well, … Continue reading →

Seeing with new eyes.

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Travelling to new places is to discover how friendship develops by seeing them with new eyes.

Knotted Day

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Two hours at Tivoli, Copenhagen to kill time is not enough, too short. But hey, this is one knotty tale to tell.

Meanwhile, In Canada

When I was younger, I wanted to learn how to drive and own a car. I realized this dream and drove all over British Columbia. I wanted to see places and see many faces. I met First Nations, Doukhobors, Freedomites, … Continue reading →

Border Security

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With heightened awareness on the growing tension crossing the border to USA, we make sure that we bring all proper identification. Canadian passport might not be enough because our passport states our country of origin, Philippines. Should we ever get … Continue reading →

The temple bell

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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers ~ Matsuo Bashō We can tell when Catholic churches in Cuba are no longer use to celebrate mass, tower bells were taken down and displayed beside … Continue reading →

What a good life!

Do we travel in order to be moved or is it that we travel in order to move around?

We check around the surroundings in search for a perfect ambience, our eyes darting from one object to another, our whole body tasting, breathing, feeling, smelling, touching, hearing, listening all in one instance taking it all in.

But…. there is no but. We can only focus on one that will transport us from a lot of movement into our inner world with conscious measure of calmness and clarity.

And then, I could feel the air pulsing and be one with the hummingbird, heart beating as fast its wings yet hovering still to the sweet aroma of the nectar beckoning it, kissing and drinking the elixir of life.