The Age of Darkness, the Age of Light-and the Sea.©

The Age of Darkness, the Age of Light-and the Sea.©

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

 

 

 

 

 

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Aidan & the Kaleidoscope 2

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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.

 

©Gainperspectiveblog2/24/2017

New Beginnings©

New Beginnings©

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!

©Gainperspectiveblog12/31/2016

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Falling Men and Cosmic Dust©

Falling Men and Cosmic Dust©

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.”

©Gainperspectiveblog12/29/2016

Delusion©

Delusion©

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The years went by

And my heart was turned away

From feeling the sun rays

And hearing the birds in the sky.

More years gone by and my heart

Was still numb.

It was yet bumping, beating, and

Making me alive but not living.

The only thing I can feel is the pain.

The only memory I have of him

Is of a phantom in my dream

Visiting me one last time

before he was gone.

What was reality is now no more.

Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled

By the delusion of this life.

Soon I will be gone too.

©Gainperspectiveblog11/18/2016

A Remedy of Words!©

A Remedy of Words!©

The words are hammering

Humming loud and persisting

To be let out.  Hauling a heavy

Load of thoughts and feelings.

Say it right.  There is

Doubt?  Will they be misunderstood?

Will they sound appealing?

Come forth, say the truth.

Speak your mind, I say.

How else you would be heard?

Mind your words, say it gently.

Be kind.  Articulate and then,

Those wonderful words you

have carefully said, will be your healing.©

©Gainperspective10/29/2016

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What is a Home?©

What is a Home?©

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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.©

©Gainperspectiveblog10/16/2016

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