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Gratefulness
I love being here.
When I put my hand ou7t and I say STOP!
Give thanks for the food that I have each moment, each day.
Love would not fear. Love would not get angry. Love would not isolate or judge or be prejudiced. Love knows God.
My holy Catholic Faith and my family.
God speaks to us in countless ways. A little flower that was blooming very close to a drainpipe once reminded me that God kept me and gave me a place to make a stand and to bloom in the difficult situation that I found myself in.
The mountains around Queenstown.
My fears. I want to let my fears go into the wind and I can see this in my mind’s eye. I can see God touching the ball of fear like a hand touching a Dandelion and the ball of fear splitting open and drifting away in the wind. Fear of Coronavirus, fear of getting old and sickly,, fear of not being able to walk, fear of losing my husband, fear of loneliness, fear of not being good enough, fear of attacks by colleagues, students, parents … all those fears drifting away.
I have inherited great faith in God from my ancestors. I saw my father pray many, many times in my life. MY father’s prayers saved me.
The morning the doctor said we could go home after a night in the hospital with my son Benjamin. God is good … all the time … all the time.
The global movement towards a more sustainable future and the many actions all over the world of people standing together and demanding more accountability from their governments give me HOPE.
A while ago I went on a retreat with my husband. The task at the retreat was to go outside and to take photos in nature of the way God speaks to us in nature. I took a photo of a tiny little flower that is blooming on the edge of a drainpipe. I thought that God spoke to me through this little flower. As an immigrant in a strange land, I could so easily have been washed down the difficulties of life as an immigrant but God kept me and my family safe. God gave us a tiny safe place to stand...
A while ago I went on a retreat with my husband. The task at the retreat was to go outside and to take photos in nature of the way God speaks to us in nature. I took a photo of a tiny little flower that is blooming on the edge of a drainpipe. I thought that God spoke to me through this little flower. As an immigrant in a strange land, I could so easily have been washed down the difficulties of life as an immigrant but God kept me and my family safe. God gave us a tiny safe place to stand and to bloom. How wonderful is that I thought to myself.
Filmmaking and editing. Working with InDesign and designing feature articles. That is pretty special.
I am rich beyond measure because of my faith and the rich heritage of my holy Catholic faith traditions, the Holy Mass, the blessed sacrament of the Eucharist, the rich heritage of the saints and holy people gone before me. I am rich beyond measure becaue I love and have been loved by my husband of almost forty years, loved by my two beautiful grown-up children, by my beautiful granddaughter, by my friends and students. I am rich beyond measure because I live in a peaceful country free of h...
I am rich beyond measure because of my faith and the rich heritage of my holy Catholic faith traditions, the Holy Mass, the blessed sacrament of the Eucharist, the rich heritage of the saints and holy people gone before me. I am rich beyond measure becaue I love and have been loved by my husband of almost forty years, loved by my two beautiful grown-up children, by my beautiful granddaughter, by my friends and students. I am rich beyond measure because I live in a peaceful country free of harm and strife. How good is GOD!
Getting older is offering me a new perspective on life. I want to talk less and less. I am more conscious of the time and the time that I have left and how important it is to spend the time wisely.
I can encourage other immigrants. I can visit those who are sick and I can write letters to those who are lonely.
Be there for them. support them by listening, contacting them and encouraging them.
Preserve means to pickle, maintain (something) in its original or existing state.” all records of the past were zealously preserved”. I first have to identify what is sacred to me. What is sacred to me is prayer, reading the Bible and other books that nurture my faith, speaking about my faith, attending Mass, fasting and other sacred rituals. That means that I must do everything in my power to maintain these sacred rituals and traditions. I must keep on doing what I am doing s...
Preserve means to pickle, maintain (something) in its original or existing state.” all records of the past were zealously preserved”. I first have to identify what is sacred to me. What is sacred to me is prayer, reading the Bible and other books that nurture my faith, speaking about my faith, attending Mass, fasting and other sacred rituals. That means that I must do everything in my power to maintain these sacred rituals and traditions. I must keep on doing what I am doing steadfastly.
Cultivating gratefulness is an antidote to the incessant toxic consumerism. When I look around my small apartment overlooking the bay I am grateful for the simplicity and I think to myself that I am blessed, that I have enough, that I do not have to compare myself to others and that all is well.
Not to judge. To eat a plant-based diet, to exercise, to avoid stress at all costs, to avoid loud and aggressive people, to pray.
I can stay with God for the whole day. Juliana of Norwich has said: At the start of the day put your head in your heart and stand before God the whole day. That is what I will do today.
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