Going Home – Thoughts of In between

My thoughts are collections of other people’s thoughts. There is no need for me to rewrite the story. They are good as they are. The following writings are thoughts from ordinary people who do extraordinary work that help shape my faith. The photos are mine.

Entering Jerusalem on Palm Sunday Walk: Kidron Valey

Entering Jerusalem on Palm Sunday Walk: Kidron Valley

Passion is a kind of waiting – waiting for what other people are going to do. Jesus went to Jerusalem to announce the good news to the people of that city. And Jesus knew that he was going to put a choice before them: Will you be my disciple, or will you be my executioner? There is no middle ground here. Jesus went to Jerusalem to put people in a situation where they had to say “Yes” or “No”. That is the great drama of Jesus’ passion: he had to wait for their response. What would they do? Betray him or follow him?

In a way, his agony is not simply the agony of approaching death. It is also the agony of being out of control and of having to wait. It is the agony of a God who depends on us to decide how to live out the divine presence among us. It is the agony of the God who, in a very mysterious way, allows us to decide how God will be God. Here we glimpse the mystery of God’s incarnation. God became human not only to act among us but also to be the recipient of our responses. ~ Henri Nouwen

As we entered Jerusalem, these are the steps where Jesus walked.

As we entered Jerusalem, these are the steps where Jesus walked.

The intention to be in the presence of God and attention on our prayer leads to awareness, conscious awareness of our true self. A preoccupation with the material world has clouded our perception: we are what we are aware of. To be able to ‘know’ God presupposes a deep connection between humanity and the Divine. We can only truly ‘know’ something, when we have something in common. The beauty is that this commonality does not depend on belief, it can be experienced. Through meditation we become aware of our Divine connection and hence our essential goodness, which changes our whole perception of ourselves and others, and thus our life. That is why John Main saw meditation as “a process of liberation, we must set these truths free in our lives.” ~ Brother Lawrence Freeman

It's a long way home. Destination the black dome called Holy Sepucher

It’s a long way home. Destination the black dome called Holy Sepulcher faintly visible.

 We pray… when in the very ‘chamber’ of our soul we harbour just one thought and ‘with sighs too deep for words’ invoke the Father, who is already present while we are still speaking. ~ Clement of Alexandria

This the hole where Jesus was lowered down as a holding cell.

This is the chamber hole where they lowered Jesus down as a holding cell.

So welcome mystical experience when/if it comes, but don’t measure your life by it, judging yourself neither as a spiritual hero nor loser. What matters is letting the awareness of your inherent union with God flow into every part of your life. The only way to do this is to die to self, as Jesus did, though for us it happens slowly, steadily, day-by-day through contemplation and letting go. ~  Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation

Going Home: My shadow walking the Palm Sunday Walk

Going Home: My shadow walking the Palm Sunday Walk

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” Why didn’t Glinda tell Dorothy that at the very beginning? Of course, if Glinda did there would be no story, no journey – and the journey is the very point of the story. At the beginning of the story Dorothy is not ready to move into the next stage of her life until she has discovered that she already has the virtues her three companions on the journey seem to lack: courage, intelligence, and love. The journey becomes the venue to reveal to herself that she is ready for what lays ahead. It is only possible because she took the long way home.

Dorothy discovered that the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche got at least one thing right: that which does not kill us makes us stronger. She had lots of setbacks, any one of which might have led her to toss in the towel. I think each one of us can take a longer perspective on our lives and recount the setbacks: the loves lost, that-thing-we-wish-we-hadn’t-said, the road we should have taken, the moment that passed by, the days, the nights, all stirred together in the cauldron called life. And yet like Dorothy we found a reason to continue on, even if it was simply the momentum of the moment. The older I become, the more I appreciate the struggles, failures, successes, and all that lays between the milestones on the long journey of this life. ~ Fr. George Corrigan, OFM

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.

Serene and ephemeral as a little smiling sunshine

As quietly as the hummingbird came to visit for a drink, the fog slowly rolled in and transformed the view into mysterious scenery.

Soon the fog enveloped the whole city and only the reflection of the sun is glistening from the windows of the tall building.

ephemeral (40)The ephemeral nature of fog, lasted for half an hour as it quickly descended, it evaporated when the sun suddenly starts to appear.

This ephemeral moments are precious that will remain in my memory for a lifetime.

 

The Hidden Meaning of My Name

Question MarkMost Filipino’s first name is Maria. Thank goodness we have second name and that is what I go by: Perpetua. I like it since it’s unique.

With an aide of this this site, there’s more meaning to my name. It’s so much fun. Try it here and do share the meaning of your name in the comment box. Have fun! :D

This is the meaning of my name and I am blushing.

You are influential and persuasive.
You tend to have a lot of power over people.
Generally, you use your powers for good.
You excel at solving other people’s problems.

You are friendly, charming, and warm.
You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat.
You are easy-going attitude brings people together.

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel.
You’re always up to something.
You’re very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you’re likely to get in trouble.
But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You are a seeker.
You have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations.
You’re most comfortable when you’re far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted.
Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are a very lucky person.
You just hope for the best in life.
You’re sometimes a little guilty of being greedy.

Quiz source: 

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