Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
heard today
Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes...your destiny.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes...your destiny.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Winter Cuddles
The last 8 Wednesdays have been so special because I get some quiet time to sit down and paint for 3 hours each time. What a wonderful gift! Each time I'd walk home with a big smile on my face. It feels so good to be painting again after all these years of passive yearning.
Sometimes I feel like I'm baring my soul through my paintings, which makes each one so personal and valuable to me. That's why I wont make a very good professional artist I guess - I love my work too much it would be heartbreaking to part with any. :p
Here's one that I worked on for 12 blissful hours. I took a photo after each 3-hr session. They weren't all taken at the same place though, so you can see some color-distortions from the different lighting conditions.
Incidentally, this is the first painting where I played with certain areas using a pallette knife. Check out this sky detail. I love the element of surprise!
Sometimes I feel like I'm baring my soul through my paintings, which makes each one so personal and valuable to me. That's why I wont make a very good professional artist I guess - I love my work too much it would be heartbreaking to part with any. :p
Here's one that I worked on for 12 blissful hours. I took a photo after each 3-hr session. They weren't all taken at the same place though, so you can see some color-distortions from the different lighting conditions.
Incidentally, this is the first painting where I played with certain areas using a pallette knife. Check out this sky detail. I love the element of surprise!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Monday, May 05, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Prayer of St. Francis
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred, let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in you
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
O Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved, as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving of ourselves that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life
Where there is hatred, let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in you
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
O Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved, as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving of ourselves that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
An Angel in the Post Office
I like to believe this is a true story, and what an touching one at that... it almost made me cry. What a better place this world will be if each one of us remembers to take a moment to spread some kindness in the many ways we can, even to people we don't know.
From Craigslist's best-of page (http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/tus/487665904.html):
Date: 2007-11-23, 10:55PM MST
This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a kind soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
From Craigslist's best-of page (http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/tus/487665904.html):
Date: 2007-11-23, 10:55PM MST
This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a kind soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The world through loving eyes
The world is very beautiful and very wonderful. Life can be very easy when love is your way of life. You can be loving all the time. This is your choice. You may not have a reason to love, but you can love because to love makes you happy. Love in action only produces happiness. Love will give you inner peace. It will change your perception of everything.
You can see everything with the eyes of love. You can be aware that there is love all around you.
...
The only reason you are happy is because you choose to be happy. Happiness is a choice, and so is suffering.
Maybe we cannot escape from the destiny of the human, but we have a choice: to suffer our destiny or to enjoy our destiny. To suffer, or to love and be happy.
~ Don Miguel Ruiz, "The Four Agreements", Amber-Allen Publishing, Inc., California, 1997
You can see everything with the eyes of love. You can be aware that there is love all around you.
...
The only reason you are happy is because you choose to be happy. Happiness is a choice, and so is suffering.
Maybe we cannot escape from the destiny of the human, but we have a choice: to suffer our destiny or to enjoy our destiny. To suffer, or to love and be happy.
~ Don Miguel Ruiz, "The Four Agreements", Amber-Allen Publishing, Inc., California, 1997
Thursday, July 12, 2007
If the sky should ever fall on you...
... take it as a warm & cozy star-studded blanket! Heeheee~~~
~ my own version of Dad's Cantonese idiom
~ my own version of Dad's Cantonese idiom
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