Tracy remained. The shadow returned.

Tracy's shadow

At 6:55 am, it’s dark and foggy. The day is slowly waking up and I can only see shadows in the dark.

Waiting at the bus stop, across the street, I could see a silhouette of a person I know who too well. Her name is Tracy.

Tracy is a pretty young lady. Highly intelligent, came from up north to the city to pursue her career as an X-ray technician. She enrolled at British Columbia of Institute of Technology. However, life happened.

Sex, drugs and addiction.

She was living with a man I can only think is using her or maybe she was using him. Who knows? I can only imagine what goes behind the curtain. I can see their apartment from my building. I can see Tracy running away from him naked. Police cars came and go. Ambulance and fire trucks came to the rescue as well. Other unsavory characters, the runners, the pimps, the fight, are just a few of the drama that goes around my neighbourhood.

I was happy there for a while when I saw her moved out. Tracy was gone until she showed up again, all clean, ready to embark a better life. But she has a mission: to clean up the life of the man that she lived with before.

Mistake, I thought. That is one big mistake, Tracy. Run for your life and never return.

Tracy remained. The shadow returned.

We Are Light For Each Other

I am thinking of a glorious first light that will grab me, take a shot of the fleeting beauty, make it special and submit it to Your Shot: National Geographic.

First Light is the new assignment.

But light is not limited to sun rising on the west. It could be a flicker of a firefly in the dark, the freshly lit candle during brown out as my nephews and nieces experiencing during their sojourn in the Philippines, or it could be the 10,000 lux of light I turn on first thing in the morning.

None of these lights brighten my body, mind and heart. These are so ephemeral. I ended up submitting old photos.

How can I share an ordinary light that left a glow in my soul? Who would believe me? Who would understand it? It’s impossible to communicate it fully.

Ian Thomas hopes that they invent “A Small Golden Light” that follows you everywhere as posted by Live and Learn .

My comment to this is that we are light for each other.

I do believe on this.

Yesterday, I received a personal mail at work. When I opened it, the images on the card made a profound impact on my psyche. It made me teary.

This is it! This is the light that I unknowingly needed. Someone sent the light that I long for the true spirit of Christmas. Thank you!

Don’t get me wrong, I received plenty of cards written Happy Holidays but this is the only one that speaks to me.  Just like I said, it’s difficult to explain.

When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.

As this year ends, I would like to impart to all that we are all wise beings to still seek faith, hope and charity; and be the light for each other.

Pax Tecum, Seeker.

Poem by Howard Thurman  “The Work of Christmas” posted by David Lose.

The making of a snowman

First you have to find a cute child like Baby Jimmy. Wrap him up in a plastic bag, stuff it with toilet paper, use colorful ribbons for a bow tie and paste a round black paper for buttons. Skip the carrot for a nose. For finishing touches, a Santa hat.

snowman jimmy

BEWARE, don’t let the adults get involved!

snowman adults

Snowmen gone wrong when these adolts (I mean adults) want to have fun, too. They become mummified and scared the living daylight of Baby Jimmy.

Oh the warmth of Christmas will melt the snowmen away.