Dying to oneself.

Palm Sunday WalkWalking down from Mount Olives is Palm Sunday road, a road that Jesus took riding a donkey. It’s downhill and I saw this man and his donkey. They must be exhausted doing business with pilgrims like me to experience where Jesus walked.

Lent can be exhausting especially when I don’t want to give up something that I ‘like’. It’s a similar feeling to making New Year’s resolution. Knowing quite well that I detest doing it and I set myself up for failure.

I do it anyway to remember that I need discipline in my life. Should I have failed, there’s always a do over.

The awareness of fear awakens and alerts my senses in what I can do in the ordinary life I live so that I experience how extraordinary it is. I think this is one of the pointers of Lent even though I am particularly unprepared.

Being a seeker and a believer, I know my personal God will direct me. My ego has no place for Lenten practice, thus I abandoned it.

I abandoned Facebook at the beginning of the year. It wasn’t a New Year’s resolution, it’s because I can and have no need for being ‘liked’.

Feeling more courageous, I removed the ‘like’ button in this blog. That is much harder to take when the scene of Sally Fields acceptance speech as the best actress of the year keep playing in mind “You like me, you really like me!”

Death to the Ego! Die! Die! Die…

Such an ordinary method that created an extraordinary awareness. I got it.

I suppose this is what Lent really means. Dying to oneself.

If I were to remove myself from Facebook, would anyone notice that I was gone?

Social Media

I used to get phone calls all the time and talk forever
I would pride myself as a conversationalist
I still am.

Phone conversations are now limited to volunteer work
Without them there would be none
Calling the older generation to keep in touch
But not the younger ones
Because I don’t know how to hold a conversation through texting.

The world of social networking has taken over the art of conversation
Texting has taken over the original use of what a phone does
I often wonder if I were to call someone if they would recognize my voice
If I were to remove myself from the world of Facebook
Would anyone even notice I was gone?

If they are my Facebook friends
Would they know how to reach me
Call me at work or at home
Find out how I was doing?

You think they would, most likely they don’t
So who deems worthy of being your “friend” on Facebook
If they don’t even know how to get a hold of me aside from FB?

So in retrospect, am I worthy?

I have to move with the times of social networking
Facebook is a great place for it
To find out and ‘know’ what is going on with family and friends.

Who got married? Who graduated? Who’s who?
Who’s going on vacation to where? Who got a new job?
Who had a baby? Who is sick? Who just died?
Who needs a prayer? Who said the prayer?

But when I think about it, how did I ever manage to do it before?

So much has changed
I truly miss having what I had before
I want to see you in person. I want to touch you. I want to hear your voice.
I want to receive a hug. I want to give you a hug. I want a good laugh until it hurts.
I want to see you smile, I want to see you cry. I miss my friends, I miss my family.
I miss human interactions.

Facebook fills a void
It’s sad that I cannot reach through the screen
I am grateful for modern technology
It’s thrilling to have instant gratification
But I keep going back the time when the phone rings
And it’s not someone soliciting
A friend calling “Hey! What’s up? I’ve been thinking about you.”

Facebook is like a room full of people
Everyone is talking, no one is listening
Full of selfies, look at me, you really like me
I’m tired of all the likes
I don’t like to be like anymore
I’m tired of those emoticons.

So I left Facebook. Nobody noticed that I was gone.

Image source: Anonymous Art of Revolution via Carolinafrica

Lost and Found: Restoring the faith of humanity

I lost my nephew’s teddy bear and he was inconsolable.  Until now he remembers the episode and still makes me feel guilty about it.  There is no such thing as forgiveness when I scared him for life. This is just a great story to be had during our round table dinner conversation.

Lalalalala….  I sing loud enough and stick my fingers in my ears so I won’t hear a never-ending-story.

Too bad, there were no smart phones, no texting, no tweeting, no selfies at the time. Lost is lost. There’s nothing I can do. Accept it, grow up and live with it.

We have come a long way, news travel fast due to social media and some people use it wisely to help save a lost teddy bear and find its owner.


Here’s the story:

On December 13, 2013, a woman named Lauren Bishop Vranch found a small stuffed animal, lost and forlorn at Kings Cross Station. The little thing was completely threadbare and had obviously been some child’s close companion for years – and now he was all alone. Determined to help out a child in need, Lauren picked up the stuffed animal (which she guessed was a teddy bear) and took to the internet. She was determined to save it.

Found this well-loved little dude on an East Coast Train at Kings Cross – let’s find the owner, Twitter! (6,400 times retweets)

Tried to hand #lostbear to train staff but was advised he’d be dropped off at Inverness, when his owner travelled York-Kings Cross. (10 retweets)

Little bear has found a cosy pub with a fire and Christmas tree. Think he misses home tho. (50 retweets)

With all these tweets, Lauren includes a photo of the little bear and its surrounding. Isn’t that sweet?

Waiting for the show to start #lostbear (37 retweets)

Bear has found his way backstage at Northern Stage Newcastle. he’s going to see some panto. Lucky Bear (35 retweets)

Little bear has found a nice hotel to stay in. Tho’ the more I look at him, the more he looks like a dog (37 retweets)

#Lostbear’s morning walk on the quayside. Beautiful day.(90 retweets with a photo of the bear by the water and beautiful scenery.)

Sad #lostbear. Not out of the (metaphorical) woods yet. Someone must know him. (226 retweets. I think this is serious now. The photo of the bear looks very sad.)

#lostbear’s journey back to London. Lost property awaits. (197 retweets. The bear is sitting by the window sill on a train ride.)

Thank goodness, when she arrived London, the Lost Property Department was closed as it was the weekend. So, little bear stayed longer with Lauren and watched television.

Then something miraculous happened. The family that little bear belonged to saw Lauren’s post on a Facebook page. A little girl named Phoebe lost the little (as it turns out) lion named Roar when she was on a family trip to London.

By now, it was December 15, 2013.

Well done, internet!! It looks like the owner of #lostbear has been found. Bear is actually a lion – oops! :) Thanks everyone!! (353 retweets)

Ben Simpson, the father, posted: WOW the power of the internet and kind folk – that’s my daughter Phoebe’s bear – she has been in tears all weekend and I’ve just show her the picture and she is over the moon. Thank you all so much!

Ben made a special trip to London to claim Roar.

Dec 16, 2013: I spoke to Phoebe’s dad this morning and Roar is now on his way to Yorkshire to be reunited. Thanks everyone who retweet and shared. (60 retweets)

And they lived happily ever after and Lauren restored the faith of humanity.

Source: Sunny Skyz

Old is inspiring. Old is beautiful. Old is character. Old isn’t dead.

Old Faithful Project by Pete Thorne

Old Faithful Project by Pete Thorne

Notice how distinct older dog’s faces are compared to more youthful ones. All the telltale signs: lumps and bumps, gray hair, chipped and missing teeth. Some had loss their eyesight, some were missing their eyes altogether – evidence of both a struggle with old age and of a life well lived.

In the pictures in Old Faithful, their lives are written all over their faces. Lifetimes of digging, barking, licking and loving. They’re the kinds of dogs who have comforted you, frustrated you, peed on you, and been your friend through it all.

This is a project of Pete Thorne photographing old dogs. The older the better.

Visit his website to see more photos of Old Faithful at Pete Thorne Photo as well as read the back stories of these old doggies on Facebook.

Old Faithful Photo Project by Pete Thorne

Old Faithful Photo Project by Pete Thorne

If you’re interested in having your pet photographed while he’s in Vancouver contact pete@petethornephoto.com.

* Source: Pete Thorne Photo website and Facebook


Unhappily Married: An Indian Humour

These photos were taken from a shopping bag “Unhappily Married” and should explain the title.

Cows, boat and huge family

Cows, boat and huge family: Only in India!

Black sheep and Kama Sutra

Black sheep and Kama Sūtra

Drinking beer is cheaper than being married

Drinking beer is cheaper than being married

Check out their Facebook, it’s hilarious. Go ahead, it’s pure and clean.