The morning of hope
Was born yesterday.
That’s why I am still
Here today, working-
for a better tomorrow!
In the midst of the darkness of this long night… my heart is filled with uncertainty and my soul is restless. Yearning and anticipation are taking me on a roller coaster ride. It has been like this every night for as long as I can remember. But this feeling is getting intensified lately. I have learned to heed my intuition, and it never fails me. Now, I feel like something is going to happen. Never have we, as the people of this age, lived in such a contradiction since Charles Dickens wrote these words of wisdom:
” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest seeing aies insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ” Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, Book the First, Chapter I.
It’s a time that we’re seeing all the evil of humanity awaken like vampires spreading through the land. Those who want to divide us and take us back to the darkest of ages where a man was void of his human rights and measured by the color of his skin instead of the merits of his deeds and the substance of his character.
On the other side, never we have gotten together, unified under a sense of comradery , as this time, for humanity, civil rights, equality, freedom, kindness… all the best of humane traits, transcending race, religion, nationality, and all other bars and walls of division.
I found myself, this night, waiting for the dawn of day and yearning for the sea! Such a great urge to be looking at my beloved Pacific Ocean on the Oregon Coast. You, the reader, may wonder what is the relevance?!! At times like this, when I am restless and filled with anxiety, I think of the sea. He is my best friend. The only being that can listen and understand. The only friend on this beautiful and sad Earth who can fill me with hope in spite of pain and despair. The sea is wise yet playful, vast enough to contain the world yet can be contained in my gaze and my heart, mighty yet gentle… and most importantly- the sea is a generator of hope.
Waves live all around the shores, living a life filled with stories; yet as soon as one wave reaches its final destination, resting at last in the shore’s embrace- a new wave will immediately be born in its wake, back to the sea, to live a new life, a brand new life of its own. An endless story of life-infinite.
Yes, here I am, in the middle of the darkness of this restless night, I find myself yearning for the sea. Dreaming to stand by its shores, where earth meets the sky, as if standing by the edge of humanity, at the age when we are tested and trialed if we, as the people, are deserving of it!
Oh, here is a droplet on my face..a mist, a sea breeze. I am refreshed and filled with hope. ©2017Gainperspectiveblog
Little Children coloring and making cards for Aidan and Ella-Full Time Islamic School
Fellowship of Goodness
Somewhere in a valley in California, women from different faith groups, United Methodists, Catholics, Mormons, Jewish, and Muslims all got together to help each other in a very dynamic and unique fellowship-to spread love, care, and understanding in our communities. The group cares for refugees, victims of cancer and their families, needy members of the community, widows and widowers group, make a wish for terminally ill seniors, and much more. Every time we meet at the Interfaith meetings, or at the Kaleidoscope group, or to one of the sisters’ houses for shared dinner-there is enough love, compassion, and humanity to fill the whole world.
I am so proud to be one of them. I pray that many communities around the nation and the whole world would follow our example.
One of the projects was caring for Aidan and his little sister Ella. He is a little boy undergoing a prolonged stay in the hospital for cancer treatment and needs a cheer. We cannot forget about his little sister, lest she feels neglected. I have asked you, my dear readers around the world in my last post to join in.
Aidan’s mom reported that Aidan was so happy receiving all those cards, and it really cheered him up and eased his agonizing long hospital stay.
Just because the world is full of chaos and perils, this doesn’t mean that goodness and cheerfulness cease to exist. As long as we strive to be good and fair and just.. as long as we continue to seek the truth, as long as we believe in God and certain of His Justice and Compassion-Humanity is still good and there is still hope.
These are not words to say
By lips, it’s a statement
I affirm to make it happen
By deeds and toiled actions-
A claimant. In a country
Where citizens have rights
Things may go wrong, but
Eventually, it’s going to be
Alright. After all, it was
said that : “the most important
Office in a democracy: Citizen.
On a hill, there is a tree
Extending its boughs towards the sea
The agony sculpted her tortured
New beginnings are always hopeful and optimistic. It means you have been through a lot to reach where you are now. It means new energy, new opportunities, well earned position, and a new born hope for a better future. New beginnings means life is showing you its smiley face, its sunny warmth, and its embrace. I pray and hope, Amen!
It this world that we live in with all its chaotic disorder, we may feel anxious and have difficulty apprehend a future that is prosperous or safe. The atrocious massacre of civilians in Aleppo, terrorism, racism and nationalism that seems to be on the rise world wide-all are sore bleeding wounds that shatters our sense of equilibrium and threatens our sense of humanity.
The following words came to my mind:
Have you seen the dark shadow?
Numerous reports confirmed,
All over the globe, of a hollow
Dark smoky mass discerned
To be increasing in size and
Weight on the human chest
Upon encounter. Sadness,
Sorrow feelings that grow
Within, whenever this object
Flow upon the horizon.
It continues to cause destruction,
Chaos, and despair. It is in the air,
Polluting our water, deforming our
Spirit, crushing our soul…within and
Wherever it landed. Piercing shrieks
Are heard precede its arrival spreading
Terror. Humans are forced to their knees,
Covering their ears, void of humanity.
Everyone run for dear life, void of intellect
Or rational thinking. Hearing no logic,
Listening not to reason. Feet crushing bodies
As they run away blinded by fear and darkness-
Scattering in horror like wild beasts.
Nations upon nations have succumbed
To defeat-no survivals. Except those
Who flee, leaving behind memories of
Happiness destroyed & crumbled.
Masses have tried to assemble with candles,
Courageous hearts, extended hands, and hope to
Defeat this Dark Hollow Shadow. Their light
Was not strong enough, their hearts were not courageous
Enough,their hands were trembling, and the hope was crushed.
Years and years went by, and the darkness increased and persisted.
Down beneath the ashes, a flicker of light had survived.
A child, an innocent being, not yet corrupted by the Darkness-noticed
It and removed the ashes. Many hearts, souls, and hands were extended
Towards it. As one man, they all moved towards the light to protect it.
They tended to it with unity and love until it grew and grew to resemble the hope
That was crushed long ago. Together they hold the light up towards darkness, Guided and strong they marched.
Their cheers shook the land, their words echoed throughout the globe:
“Divided no more, divided we have fallen and fallen. United
Now and always, we stand.”
Souls, like plants, are revived by the sunlight and care. I was feeling sick today and under the weather. I thought of just calling off going to teach on Monday until I feel better. Then I looked down from my bedroom window to my garden and saw these magnificent oranges and tangerines alluring me to just pick them up.
I thought of my students on Monday and how lovely it would be to share some of these fresh citrus blessings with them. Suddenly I had this surge of energy and pulled myself out of bed and went down to the garden with a big bag to pick some fruits.
Instantly the fresh citrus scent revived my soul and rejuvenated my energy. I felt much better instantly. And then I peeled an orange and took a bite, heaven!
I thought how in the acts of giving that my orange tree had showed me-with it’s extended boughs laden with the gift of fruits to pick, enjoy, and share- now my aching limbs and tired heart had been energized and healed. There is nothing like the act of giving and sharing to uplift the soul. Don’t you all agree?
P.S. Those pictures I just took are as fresh as the fruits they show. Beautiful California citrus…yummy!
What is a home?
Is it a building of woods and stones,
A place you call your own,
and fill it with furniture?
What is a home?
A property you claim?
An address that has your name,
A location on a map, a dwelling
you share with family members?
No, that is simply not a home.
That is merely a resident,
An occupancy, a retreat. That is called
A house with just a number,
A zip code, a building on some street.
But what makes a house a home?
Is it the memory that you keep
In a drawer or on a shelf?
Or is it a trinket, an antique
That ornate a corner? I wonder!
What is a home?
It is that cinnamon smell
From the apple pie that was
just baked fresh and sizzling
Out from the oven. It is the warm hearth
Family and friends all gather
Around, and the air is full of laughter.
A home is a life that we build,
Brick after brick of solid
Dreams, lost and found
And lived as reality.
It is a territory, a privacy
That we own sacred right for,
A sense of belonging.
It is a garden that we tend
With our sweat and love,
Until it grows and bloom.
A home is the roots that run
Deep and strong, anchor and
Shape our lives.©
On a wing of a bird
A twinkle of a star
On a ruffle of a wind
Our life goes by.
No matter how we cling,
No matter how high we reach,
How far we can go,
How much we collect,
Or how hard we try.
The moment will flee,
And there will be only
One print, one dint we left
On the fabric of time.
And then we are gone.