Ahuv Sheli

One of the most difficult tasks  perhaps, is cleaning up one's room. I remember transferring to my brother's in 2014 to give way to my youngest sister who stayed with us for a while. My former room was assigned later on to my teenage niece when my sister got married and settled outside the country. I looked at my closet and I have bags and shoes which I could use until 2025. I have donated a huge amount of good clothes to a temple nearby but my things kept on growing... (me and the Diderot effect ).  I surmised I have given away but I have also doubled what I bought. The priest in an earlier homily challenged us to take a closer look on what we keep and challenged us to a life of interiority vs. superficiality.  It is a life that continuously chooses to 'create' space and give birth to Jesus...a life that seeks the 'needs' rather than the demands of this world... a life that gives rather than keeps. source: National Catholic Regi...

Is forever only a question of the heart? I have always related it to a promise… or to a love relationship… but then I guess, I have to dig deeper into that… " Sorting through memories means holding painful recollections in a certain way. But memory never copies the past,  it brings the past into the potentially healing present ." ~an excerpt from Turn My Mourning Into Dancing by Henri J.M. Nouwen -----0------ I discovered that when my dad had our house rebuilt, it only had four rooms.  He didn't have me in my mind because we both thought I'll stay inside the walls 'for all eternity.' After a decade, I landed back home and stayed in my sister's room. She was residing in another country and, like me, the thought of coming back home was not part of her plan. However, months before Christmas, she decided to take a ticket and spend time here for a while.  I had a self-check and I knew that part of my stress (apart from MRT work ...

"Quello che mi accadra oggi, mio Dio, non lo so. Tutto quello che so e che nulla mi accadra che tu non abbia provveduto e disposto per il mio maggior bene. QUESTO SOLO MI BASTA." - Beato G. Alberione Translation: That which happens to me, my God, I don't know. All that I know is that nothing happens to me that You have not envisioned and disposed for my betterment. ONLY THIS IS ENOUGH. - reflections feb. 2011- I made several reflections on this passage... One day, I ask about freedom... the next, my itinerary... I see it growing day by day with the arrival of new experiences... thoughts... insights... even mistakes made...  Answers come at the right moment... when I see myself calm and ready to listen...like my most recent experience... An earlier discussion with someone very dear to me led me to delete all my male friends in my list and to rest from social networking for a while ... it broke my heart at first... I have grown into the habit of opening my ...