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One human being, one heart, one love? Our heart is bigger than having one love. But it is Love. For love is boundless. He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts Rest assured this … Continue reading
In Cuba, Che Guevara is bigger than life. The Cuban artistically erected a monument for him even though he is not Cuban. Che revolutionized Cuba. No doubt, he is their hero. “Silence is argument carried out by other means.” The … Continue reading
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To keep the younger generations interested what was ‘Then’, we hanged our dirty laundry for show and tell. Now, they are so tickled to see what was then. Good times, good times. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/now
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I posted this game of spinning here that only adults were silly enough to play. This is the result. DON’T, I repeat, don’t try when you are wearing tight long johns OR too much to drink. Oopsey Daisy.
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It’s raining. What do I do now For a Saturday morning. Standing behind the lattice I could see everyone They could not see me What do I do? Eye spy. What a lovely sight to behold. A mother and child.
So friends… Every day do something that can’t compute. (Live off the grid.) Love the Lord. (Love Yourself.) Love the World. (Love all things great … Continue reading
When it comes to birthday, we do not wait for anyone to remember our birthdays. We make sure that everyone knows it. This is a Filipino tradition. Traditionally speaking, we throw our own party, invite as many people as we … Continue reading
Today, someone sent me this note: “Think happy thoughts and good things will happen.”
It came at a time when the world around me is crumbling down. I am fine but not the people who I care about. I wish I can share the value of thinking positively that nothing is over until the fat lady sings.
It does take a lot of imagination to think happy thoughts. In order for me to see it vividly in my mind, there are several wallpaper on my computer to ignite and to tickle my funny brain.
I can still remember the lady who took this photo. She has a very warm heart in doing volunteer work for SPCA.
The color of the hummingbird is effervescent and glitters as I hurriedly took a shot of it before it flew away.
And I am throwing this in to make everyone smile.
“Vivid is limited only by your imagination.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”
So, what’s wrong with this picture?
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Red, white and blue Stars over you Mama said Papa said You will make it through. So proud that he finished his degree carrying his newborn son on the podium and holding his diploma. “Enveloped” with pride? Who wouldn’t be?
Earth, Wind, Fire and Water are the quintessential natural forces of nature.
We can see the earth, fire and water but not the Wind.
Do we have to see it to believe it?
Who Has Seen the Wind?
BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
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.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.”
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“Intricate.” lifestyle? Got too much stuff? No worries. Donate! Intricate no more.
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Spring brings fresh promises. The first day of spring marks the arrival of greenhouse vegetables and last year Vancouver celebrated it with a party at the heart of the city that I did not miss. The fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, lettuce and more greens … Continue reading
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
While I was drinking a cup of coffee, a couple of birds were reluctant to go closer to a pool of water because of my presence. I stood still and kept quite in order not to disturb them since I want their company. Slowly they took the courage to dip their feet on the water while peering at me. When they realized that I will remain motionless, they took the plunge.
This is my reward, a memory of my stay at Kochi, Kerala, India. In addition, I am learning how to use the power of computer photography. My very first GIF, perseverance has its own rewards.
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The symmetry of the peacock’s tail has been studied, researched and calculated by mathematicians, photographers, doctors, artist and many find it fascinating with its perfect beauty. I am unsure what’s the point of measuring the tail and feathers of the peacock. They are missing out … Continue reading
Give me a Y
Give me an H
Give me an A
Give me an S
The colour of her skin is not yellow. This is my colleague and an activist that deals on issues about races.
Seeing her this morning sitting beside a yellow rose bush still blooming in winter made me smile. Last night when she walked into our Christmas party, she immediately sat down and I can’t peel her off the chair to socialize until I left the party.
Too funny to see her again sitting down. Her job as a law enforcer being on her feet most days is just gruesome. But, she always has this smile on her face.
Doesn’t she look good in her yellow uniform?
The heart of the matter
Love is like a banana
Or be like an Ape
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”
There is no escaping the traffic. One has to learn to be an aggressive and defensive driver. It seems to be the louder and longer you blow your horn, drivers will allow you to converge.
As I look out from the comfort of the bus, I asked Padre what is this area? “Is this the flea market.” The short response was that this is the slum area.
On the other side of the coin, this is what most people prefer to see, an illusion of history past. This area did not bring any emotional sensation from me in comparison to the traffic and the slum area.
At the end of the day, our group, all 20 of us from Canada, Philippines and Austria gather for a meal to give thanks to India for opening their doors and converge with them.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Converge.”
Look up north, look down south
Look west and look east
The street is lined with colour
The City of Vancouver created a permanent rainbow-coloured crosswalk in Davie Street village to cover all angles in celebrating city’s gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and queer communities. This area is LGBTQ friendly.
Think like a child. Chasing bubbles is more fun that having all the toys in the world.
Think like a dog. A red ball is his priceless possession. Don’t even take that ball away from him if you know what’s good for you. Hands off!
Share your love of reading with your neighbourhood. Have an outdoor library. Recycle your books.This will give you more space at home. You’ll get to know the people in your area. It’s more enjoyable to know them and chin wag not just about books. You’ll never know this might be the beginning of a lasting friendship.
These are some basics steps of being a minimalist.
I know, you are just dying to read what I am about to share with you this weekend.
On a pilgrimage, we learnt the rise and fall of empires, religions and people. One particular site that we visited was the graveyard of Lazarus. He descended into the dead. His burial site is way deep down in a Muslim section. The Muslim’s rise in power took over many areas where Christianity thrived. The joke was, as we ascend, we are called the “rising of Lazarus.”
It’s a tiring journey. The minute we hit the bus, we are just dead to the world, visiting the dream land.
To go down further into the Dead Sea, it’s a long descent below sea level according to this demarcation line.
This is a brief history of pilgrimage to Holy Land.
In current time and in the spirit of Halloween, here’s a macabre version of today’s challenge. The Descent of Ebola.
How many people did you send rainbow colours and refracted your own light back to you?
I am a dreamer of dreams
Wandering around from the periphery
Quiet to remain unnoticed.
A bench is waiting at the end
As I can see it’s already taken
By someone dreaming my dreams.
Nightime is when the real action starts wrote Ben Huberman. He’s right but not the night when it was a snowing heavily and I was the only person walking the street.
When it snows, ain’t it thrillin’?
Tho’ your nose, gets a chillin’
We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walkin’ in a Winter Wonderland.
A post dedicated to a person who cannot wait for snow. I promised Joanne of Mum how much longer that I will send her a snow flake in the mail.
Coming from a big family, in part, I would think that I can get away from people during a pilgrimage. Wrong. What I experience is a sea of humanity. We all have this desire to belong and to connect.
After pouring our heart and soul to our devotion, we also have something in common that is totally different. Guess what? SHOPPING!
and this is my family, in part.
After all of these events, I spend a great deal of “me” time.
Labour day may have arrived, some children are back to school and it may have rained just for one day on the first day of school, it is still summer. As soon as the rain is over, we need an umbrella to protect ourselves from the sun. We just don’t want to ruin our milky skin tone complexion. Using an umbrella is one the best way to prevent skin cancer.
Oh, the adventures of summer is never-ending. Having tea party and enjoying the cool drink under the canopy of red grapes is a delightful way to pass the warm humid days. Women talking about the latest fashion, men discussing how to solve the world’s program and the children running around the gazebo chasing each other.
As for the children, they need cooling, too. The water park is their favorite spot to get wet, wild and weary. They could never run out of ideas and imagination playing with their much-loved toys the dinosaurs.
Summer will continue until September 21. With the blue skies and no clouds on sight, who needs the weatherman? The garden will keep on blooming, the apple tree is thick with little green apple fruit, the figs and plums are in abundance, laundry will still hang outside to dry. I will carry on with my walks down the lake to enjoy the people canoeing, dragonflies hovering around, turtles sunbathing, bees feasting on the fuchsia flowers and enjoy the farmers market.
When I see the fat lady sings at farmers market, then I can say, Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner.
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.
Shhh…. look, just look and listen to what I am showing you. What thoughts and emotion are starting to form in you?
Can you hear? Can you hear your own thoughts? Your own prejudice?
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?
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?
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.
In the beginning of a concert, on the stage, all we see is an outline.
The Mystery of Silhouette
It’s open to interpretation
It makes me wonder
Lights, Camera, Action!
Philippines Historama Dance Troupe
Spirit Alive Choir Group
This must be one of my favourite photos of the children.
It was a fun-filed-beach day for the whole family. As the sun starts setting, the effect of taking a photo created a silhouette effect. Being an amateur photographer, it’s always fun to see the outcome of photo.
I think this is not bad at all.
Live, Laugh, Love to the fullest!
‘Worms have played a more important part in the history of the world than most persons would at first suppose.” Charles Darwin
Have you ever felt the texture of the best friend of a gardener? I DARE YOU!
To uncover how they play this role Darwin threw himself at his worm studies with as much childlike enthusiasm as he could muster; he was, until the day he died, eager to learn and full of ideas to help him do so. He set about a series of experiments to test the senses of worms; he had his children play instruments to them, his wife (who was trained by Chopin) played the piano to an audience of worms, a light was shone on them, and they were vibrated, blown on and tickled. His conclusions:
‘Worms do not possess any sense of hearing. They took not the least notice of the shrill notes from a metal whistle, which was repeatedly sounded near them: nor did they of the deepest and loudest tones of a bassoon. They were indifferent to shouts if care was taken that breath did not strike them. When placed on a table close to the keys of a piano, which was played as loudly as possible, they remained perfectly quiet.’
Source: Charles Darwin and Evolution
A wall full of containers called urns. They contain the remains of dearly departed in a form of ashes and maybe a few fragments of bones. For some, they are relics.
There is one container that I treasure in a form of box, 2 x 3 x 2. A very small box given to me by a friend. I don’t think my relics will fit into this.
What I keep in the box are small memories of pilgrimages. The first thing that went in the box is my left toe nail that I lost during my first pilgrim process following the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi.
Relics are mementos. It could be a piece of rock or objects of personal nature that was left behind. There are plenty of these souvenirs at work.
A brick from the demolished old building and replaced with a more elegant structure.
A century old brick used on roads.
What I enjoyed looking at is the old school chair and a rock because they are a work of art. These are relics converted to art.
The artist stands beside these artifacts and I work with her.
Please Read Important Notice
I posted “Extra Ordinary Bonds“ (EOB), the photo of a Sadhu and Monkey, taken by Sirish BC for National Geographic assignment “The Animals that We Love” recently. Subsequent to this, I posted “Is it love or we just see what we want to see?” another photo of a Sadhu taken by VJ Photography with his comments to EOB.
What made me do it, you asked? I did it out of respect for Sirish BC and because words get in the way. Sirish did not ask me to delete my post but he deleted his assignment at National Geographic. I want to support him.
It was based on his in reply to VJPhotograpy at EOB:
Sirish B.C. Jul 8, 9:50 am “Nanda, This was your observation as a tourist…but I don’t want to debate as I am not a very very very wise, intellectual and big shot like you, so deleted my picture on NG…”
I am aware that the photo of the Sadhu and the Monkey was shared to another form of social media and it was reblogged thousand times over, not enough to have gone viral.
By deleting the source, Sirish and mine, I am hoping the that we can maintain a spirit of peace and harmony in this celluloid word. I am asking you all who have shared this if you all can support Sirish BC by deleting it from your site.
Perpetua aka The Seeker
谢谢你 (xièxienǐ )
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?
Photo Credit: National Geographic
I could post photos of nature, scenery or travels but somehow I just don`t feel like digging into folders upon folders of photos.
This photo is still fresh and I feel so lucky about a purchase of brand new pair of jeans yesterday. Look at the contrast on prices from $50 to $5, a savings of $45.
I wear glasses in all styles and colours. In order for me to find what what style of frames suit my face, I have to know the shape of my face. Trying the frames first to find the contrast on my face is the deciding factor.
What shape is your face and what style of frame do you use?
I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like.
Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that?
Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone.
Only a mythical being has a range greater than man’s. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself? ~ Carl Gustav Jung
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.
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:
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:
“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.”
Between Mon and Dad is Abby.
Abby is a rabbit. In the eyes of these homeless couple coming from Toronto, Abby is their baby. Having Abby in their life brings out their humanity to extend their love to take care of an animal even though they are homeless.
I took this photo in between times on my way home carrying with me a Canon PowerShot SD1000. It’s just an ordinary camera that helps me get out of my head and self. Having a camera focuses my thoughts outward rather than inward. Photography is a beautiful technique to relieve mental illness.
Just for fun, I submitted it to National Geographic’s assignment “The Animals We Love” titled Mom, Dad and Baby Abby.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail stating “a National Geographic editor favorited your photo, Mom, Dad and Baby Abby, on Your Shot. Robin Schwartz added your photo Mom, Dad and Baby Abby as a favorite.”
Needless to say, I am elated.
Out of 14,953 submissions, this is one of her 1,401 favorites. Thank you, Robin!
A colleague dropped a newspaper in my in tray stating that one of our peers wants me to have it. Oh? Thank you. What a special treatment I received that day. I hardly read the newspaper since it’s mostly bad news anyway. This will just end up in the recycle box.
Front page pictures can really be upsetting when it focuses on local news about commuting. There are so many extra people during peak hours and we could use an extra cars of train to accommodate the growing population in Vancouver. Not just that, we need extra officers to patrol the trains and the stations for the safety of commuters. Officers that serve and protect.
Of course, I did not read the paper; after all, I was working. Then the In Box of my e-mail became busy. My family has sent me e-mails first thing in the morning. What could it be possibly be that I am getting their attention as well. My sister wrote:
Am here @dentist reading ::: then I see this ha ha
Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry
With an attachment:
This was a surprise. I was just having an animated conversation with a lady gathering information on how I deal with danger during my commute. I did not expect that my conversation and name will appear on the paper.
In order to make room in the garden, I have to give away these
to plant these.
Between the cats and me, there’s just no room for me in the living room
or the bedroom.
The Impossible Adventure
Took a swim through the sea
In search of what could not be
Yet there within the waves
A whale with a friendly gaze
How does one chase a dream?
It’s not an easy as it seems
Keep your eyes on the prize
Relax and enjoy the ride
I felt a long pull
To go where the whale might go
Followed it in a haze
And if I should fall behind
I focus right and fix my stride
After a while the going gets rough
As I try to keep my head above
My lungs on fire, my legs grow weak
Just as my chances are looking bleak
The waves turn grey like the sky
I know that I’m going to cry
My eyes well up
And through the tears
I see the whale crystal clear
And in the distance I see a shore
It seems like something I’ve seen before
Then and there I realize
The beach before my very eyes
Is the one I left behind
There are several exhibits (again) on display at work created by the students. Of all the exhibits, I admire this musical composition. Making a mental note, I must take a photo for show and tell. Of course, I know very well not to rely on my memory; it likes to procrastinate.
Yesterday afternoon, when I returned from my break, I was ready to take a picture but when I arrived the board was empty. I was so disappointed and I was muttering to myself. A couple of men and a girl must have heard me and they turned around. Told them my disappointment that the song I was admiring is gone!
“Are you looking for this?” One of the men said.
“OMG! That’s it! Do you mind if I take a photo and share it in my blog?” I was so ecstatic that all is well.
Forgetting my manners dues to excitement, I really should be speaking to the girl because it’s her composition. Regaining my composure, I addressed the man and the young lady at the same time, if it’s alright.
“Of course.” They gladly allowed me to take some shots.
Filled with gratitude with their kindness, I promised that I will send them a link of this post.
What an Impossible Adventure I had. I am pretty sure as Annelies matures, there will be room for improvement in her creative mind.
When April comes, rest assure that it will be a bumpy ride. Budget season falls in April and all school districts have to balance their books. It’s never been easy to balance the books when the funds are coming from the Provincial Government. When there is no funds; programs are cut, head rolls and the students suffer.
A particular program was under threat, Strings program, an instrumental music program that is an international language for all students. One doesn’t have to speak their native tongue in order to be part of this and children have an ingrained talent to play a music instrument.
Needless to say, there were so many heartbroken teachers, parents and students. The sound of violin “death“ score is playing in the air.
Some psychology and gifted-education program were also in the chopping board. This is another very important program for students that are “challenged”.
The public has spoken to express their concerns about the effect of these cuts to their children.
Music aids the cognitive development of a child. According to scientific study that exposure to music makes kids of all ages smarter in math especially classical music. The practice lessons are helpful for the students to have structured time rather than face time. Further musical training enhances the brain structure of the child in language and reasoning.
As for therapy sessions, parents need help how to educate a child with behavior, speech, attention deficit or high functioning. Without these vital resources, it’s impossible for the child to learn and fit into the norm of school structure.
The month of April is over and these services are spared for now. Problem solved? Not really.
May is a power struggle between the Teachers and BC Public School Employers. The teachers are on a rotating strike this week and will continue until next week should there be no resolution in terms of bargaining on class sizes and remuneration.
Field trips, camping trips, sports practice and others are cancelled. Graduation is coming and will the teachers be there for the graduating class?
As you are aware, the BCTF is now in phase 2 of job action, as well as an imposed partial lock-out by BCPSEA. This directly impacts the level in which teachers are able to be involved in field trips, including our regional track meet.
And while we exercised every reasonable option to carry on with this event, unfortunately, we have had to make the decision to cancel our District Zone Track and Field meet that was scheduled for May 30th. We realize this is very disappointing for the students who have been working very hard in their gym classes to qualify for the events at the Track meet as well as parents who enjoy being a part of the day.
We encourage the children to continue with their personal fitness training to support their future endeavors in track and field events.
This is a challenging time for all those involved in BC schools. Thank you for your understanding and support in this matter. Please contact the school if you have any questions.
On a personal level, Lucy my niece is in three of these events and she is really looking forward to it. It’s a very sad time for Lucy and my family.
My feelings are split between the teachers, education, children, parents, the whole British Columbia, my colleagues, and me. Of course, the bottom line for most is no ticky, no laundry. Meaning, no pay.
The children, have mercy on these children. They are the one’s suffering.
Nelson Mandela said that education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. Weapon? Heaven forbid, not at the cost of the children.