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Thursday, February 21, 2013

New blog...

dear xangans...

I never wanted to move, but it seems everyone else has, so I will be too... 

I'm gradually transitioning to a new blog, and overtime will write on xanga less and less. (Depending on who reads this?)

If you'd like my new blog address, leave a comment or send me a private message and I will reply to you with my new blog URL. 

 

 


Saturday, February 09, 2013

From dusk to dawn

The cityscape twinkled beyond the windows, as the train slowly crossed the bridge.  It was dusk; the darkness looming and the sky scraper lights illuminating.  Peering out, old memories began to flood my mind. I remembered the hundreds of times which I admired this same scene: the river, the buildings, the lights. Except I wasn't on the train those times, I was at the bedside, in the hospital.

 

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react

Each morning, at the break of dawn,More Here...


Friday, November 16, 2012

Drawing Blood and Memories

Four days ago. 

I tied the tourniquet around his arm. 

"Any plans for Veterans Day?" I asked.

"I went to the parade. We always recognize Veterans Day and Memorial Day," he answered.

"Oh really?" I palpated for a vein at his antecubital site, at the bend of his arm.

"Yeah... my brother was drafted in the Vietnam War..."

It was a blind stick. Even though I couldn't see his vein, I could feel it. I aimed and slid the needle into his arm. 

"He More Here...


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Secret

"Once you decide on your occupation...you must immerse yourself in your work.

You have to fall in love with your work. Never complain about your job.

You must dedicate your life to mastering your skill.

That's the secret of success... and is the key to being regarded honorably."

- Jiro Ono

The greatest sushi chef in the world, Jiro, in Jiro Dreams of Sushi, works relentlessly to master his skill.  Everyday, for the past 70 years, he has committed to making sushi that tastes better than the sushi he made the day before. 

How much of my own life have I dedicated to mastering my skill?  More Here...


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Where the wind blows

An excerpt, from my paper journal, that I shared at Mom's memorial service. 

~ ~ ~

I have been wrestling with the concept of death.

I have been struggling with how life is finite, how it stops and ends there, at death.  How it's permanent, how it leaves you with this void, an emptiness that never fills again.  The place in my heart previously filled by Mom and all her wisdom, tenderness, words of affirmation, caring gestures and thoughtful gifts; her stories and memories... that place will be quiet, once she is gone.

During a walk the other day, a strong gust of wind blew right before me, whisking the petals right off blooming flowers of nearby trees.  The wind, seemingly invisible, suddenly became very noticeable, beautifully entrapping white petals and green leaves in its arms, swirling around and around, dancing before me like a Viennese waltz.

Those flowers on the trees, they bloom once then fade away.  The leaves overcome them and the petals fall to the ground.  But those winds carried them in every direction in front and behind me. 

It was then that I realized, though the wind cannot be seen, it is very real.  Though the petals may fall, they still dance.  Though death may come, Mom's spirit will arise, departing for the Kingdom of Heaven to be with God.  Her stories, her memories will be like beautiful flowers waltzing in the wind, accompanying me wherever I go.

 

Knowing that God is the ultimate Healer and life giver, gives me great peace.  Ecclesiastes, chapter 3 says, "to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven."  In this season, we mourn the loss of Mom's life, but for her, death is the end of her suffering, and the beginning of eternity with our all powerful, loving God.

So I pray that this is my comfort and peace, that during our time of grief, I may be firmly rooted in the knowledge of God who is our living Hope.



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