Ahuv Sheli

"I know that every soul cannot be alike. There must be different kinds so that each of the perfections of God can be specially honored. To me, he has revealed his  infinite mercy , and I see all his other attributes in the light of that. Thus they all seem glowing with love: His justice , perhaps, even more than the others, is clothed with love, for how sweet a joy it is to think that God is just ; that on other words,  he make allowances for our weaknesses and understands perfectly the frailty of our humanity... " The Authobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux:Story of a Soul , translated by John Beevers (Manila:Sinag-tala Publisheres,Inc.) copyright 1957,135. _____________________________________ "Tita, I think you should start catechizing kids again," whispered my seven-year-old niece one day while I was preparing to go for work...  "We were talking about you yesterday..." I knew it was coming. It was my mom's turn ..

Gratitude  is not a simple emotion or an obvious attitude.  It is a difficult discipline to consantly reclaim my whole past as the concrete way in which God has led me to this moment and is sending me into the future.  It is hard precisely because it challenges me to face the painful moments---experiences of rejection and abandonment,feelings of loss and failure---and gradually to discover in them the pruning hands of God purifying my heart for deeper love,stronger hope,and broader faith. . by Henri Nouwen,In My Own Words:compiled by Robert Durback, Chapter 3:Response (Ligouri,Missouri:Ligouri Publications,2001), 72. __________________________________ “ Tita, we badly need a break, we’ve been working too hard, ” cried my two nieces the other day. I wouldn’t have missed a day at work for nothing…but I did for two days…  My mother originally thought of it as repose… but the kids were tagging along all day… They whispered, “ We’ll s

Somewhere in a place I've never travelled ... in the abyss of infinity lies that great wealth which I was searching for.  I looked for solace in the arms of a friend and He took me there...  gently...                         patiently...                                                                       leading me the way... I awoke at the sound of my alarm at 5… hmmm… it seems that I’ve been dreaming of Romeo and Juliet again… I replayed this scene over and over in my mind... but everything went hazy afterwards… I must've slept again... I got up a few minutes after and quietly greeted the day with a prayer… my heart was led to reflect on Jessica’s Enjoying the Dance It reminded me of a prayer I used in my Ignatian retreat ________________________________ It has been an unusual day. I have been keeping to myself lately. My colleague must have felt that so she brought her little daughter at work. God knows

  I’ve forgotten how it felt like… I had frozen every emotion at work to evade it  but here it comes knocking again...    like a sting that sensitizes me endlessly… It has been a month that I’ve been contemplating on my moods.  My Irish art mentor Kevin taught me that emotions and creativity have nothing to do with each other… I could draw and paint well… make music and dance regardless of what I feel… those are talents embedded in me…. and I keep on looking back at what my friend Jim wrote on ABS…  the more I feel like not doing something…the more I should exert effort on doing it... How do I keep on putting my heart out there.?

I wrote this for my friend, I hope you get to read this... thank you for giving me something to ponder on. .. I just came back from Italy when three younglings approached me (in separate occasions) and asked me if I wanted to "make out" with them...  I raised my eyebrow in disbelief  ( nobody dared ask me about this when I was younger )...  but I laughed instead of being enraged for they asked me frivolously (like asking me what my name was)... I never saw myself a cougar... so my reaction surprised them as I slapped them with the words, "No, I don't go for PMS." I thought that ended there... but one backfired and told me to stop hypocrisy and the "Virgin Mary effect"... I thanked God for that insult hurled on me... I knew that he was angry I declined his overnight in vitation but I wouldn't mind being called "fusty" either. I know I've made graver mistakes in the past... I will not wash h

I’ve worked in HD for four years... was always assigned in Hepa B patients...had my finger pricked while injecting hemopoetin to a Hepatitis C infected patient… then I saw through my Intravenous Training handling BT cases two years ago...  no wonder an STD :P Come to think of it, I’ve contracted STD on the eve of the International Nurses Day… oh and ... laugh laugh dear friends…   I caught the infection through my ‘eyes’... reading   Rimly   perhaps… whose pathophysiology traces back from   Lady Estrogen   .  and  Jessica Brant .  ______________________________________________________ To you Rimly, thank you for this STD... __________________________________________________ Along with the STD is the deal: 1. Make up ONE totally ridiculous story about yourself that is   a complete rip-off from a movie.  It can be as long or short as you want; clean or crass as you want. 2. Pass it on to whomever you feel is deserving of this STD