TRUST HONEY

I trust bees to be as sweet as honey…  I still stroll the garden among them  to hear the hum of secrets Sue Monk Kidd must have heard.  By the time I finished reading her novel, The Secret Life of Bees, there was no doubt in my mind, we stand on the ground we are supposed to be unfolding.  The wisdom in that novel pours like liquid gold.  I respect the work of bees and suspect kissing flowers makes the honey sweet.  The tone we hear in life is a given to receive and vice versa; forget the video games, get to know the labor productive love of bees.

The blessing of the ultimate flavor imbued with the scent anew in a mug of tea, is the free elixir in life to cover and uncover every insidious hurt.  It is a secret nevermore.  The choice is in picking the right hand waving and asking to be heard.  The soul of the worker bee is pure.  Her delicacy never spoils.  It is an eternal nourishment to behold like a candle flaming its tender brush heaven ward.

Fennel grew wild on the hillside and after the dew whisked the sparkling blooms by noon time, the invitation opened its door.  Pockets filled with thoughts spread like the wings of eagles here, and that is how anyone comes into the knowing.  The bees no more wished to harm anyone than it would sting a breeze; the wind need not our arms and hands to fling about to create unseen waves and disturb the air that be.  Bees must be respected that way.  I think anyone needing to know a thing or two about these matters would do well to trust, as I did, and get the lessons.  Respect is a willful act of patience to fully encompass the vista. Keep Reading

FAITH, HOPE, and LOVE

Isn’t it funny how we meet people seemingly accidentally and then discover life would never have been the same without them ?  Jeannette sat alone in church, and one Sunday, I made it a point to join her.  We sang out of tune at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Keokea on Maui.  We chatted and I invited her for tea and lunch to be company for my Mom.  The two cocooned on the couch and spoke one or the other always smiling and nodding.  I wasn’t quite sure they understood any words as Jeannette tried to remember the French and my Mom would slide into Romanian yet they still cordially carried on like two birds in flight from tree to shrub and twig to fence.  The household seemed livelier as Jeannette came along in rides to the stores, and stayed to help me in the kitchen.  She insisted on holding my cutting board as I chopped peppers, onions, and carrots galore.  We meshed in stirring, mashing, and pouring while doting on my Mom with a little of this and that.  We found laughter in the fridge, on the stove, and over the table.  Little by little we said it all and she was there to dry my tears and understood what I could not.  She was the HOPE I wished in life for a friend.  She said I was the FAITH she needed to hear from a friend.  Her story carved a statue in marble.  Her strength dissolved iron.  Her gentleness feathered a breeze.

Even now that she departed, I wish to be nearer—she was a lady of poise galore.  Sometimes, I stop and sense her presence, perhaps it’s just the memory.  Ours was a friendship born in prayer.  I HOPE as she hoped.

Alike I had become friends with Cindy whom I visited at Upcountry Legends, her store.  She called my little guys “the group” and somehow from the start we cinched a friendship in conversation about God.  Yeah, the island attracts all kinds of people.  We met to talk about everything God related.  She gave me  a book that sits on my shelf A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY, by JOEL S. GOLDSTEIN.  Of its entire content which I love, her note on the cover is best and filled with her LOVE …and that is Cindy’s story.  Petit and smart even as a child, she still walks on clouds as her mother appropriately reminded the family.  She was born and raised in New York City, and used her daughter’s name for the shoe store: Taryn.  I honestly don’t know how she sold anything as she mostly spoke to everyone of God.  We cannot exhaust the topic and this is where Jeannette joined the party.  We three nested our lives in resolving the craters of sadness by refusing to stay stuck in the “mucks.”  We mastered the art of finding the best in the moment.  Our dearest Cindy was the one among us who as a child prayed to God for wisdom.  I was stumped and ashamed as I prayed for pretty knees.   Keep Reading

A NOTE TO GOD

I am apart from the part of me

yearning to be complete.

I embrace the longing for the fullness of grace–

as I am yet still hurt by the memories of beauty.

Love fills every crevice from the crib to the casket;

it is in You I trust to understand the confusion therein.

Scraps of papers embedded in thoughts with scribbles

donned star dreams deserted to serve You these nibbles.

I look up and down and around and see all that is to be–

a classroom empty of students but me, mindfully learning.

I reach for the pen and the paper to write to You for all–

I see books on my desk standing tall to beckon attention.

How can I find the letters to compose any essential clue?

The royal paints have dried on the canvas out of the blue.

It is as a blade of grass surging to be its best green foliage,

we humans breathe wherever air moves us to be a continuum …

Like the stars that step forth even in the bright moonlight,

I hope to return to the rhythm in concert sung by the birds.

May my gratefulness be showered in blossoms of dewdrops

aside alike souls in Your Kingdom in heaven and on earth…

I thank You my Lord in front of all these Friends, Your people,

Afar and close in thought and heart, entirely yours from birth…

Despite the chaos, the sun has risen to draw shadow shades;

we contemporaries live to sway the wave that flings a ripple…

Please help us see when we cannot fathom all there is for us to grasp,

Forgive our judgments from present and the past, have mercy, I ask.

 

I would love to know if you have ever written a note to God…Please leave a comment.  Thank you.

OUR WORDS

Our Words…

They are indeed good

For they feed us

Mentally…

Emotionally… Spiritually…

They make all the difference…

In how we perceive…

How we relate…

They express us…

I can’t get enough of the words that

Heal… Inspire… Engage…

Inspire…

Engage…Heal…

I recognize the difference they make.

I search for words that cleanse

My mind, my heart, my soul, and yours…

Words attract or dispel.

They connect and disconnect…us…

Hurtful phrases flung leave a mark.

Loving ones do too.

I know the marks.

I wish to give you only

The ones that spark a joy

In you, and yours…

Words bear their ware.

We freely gather, compare, and share.

We are the carriers of the serving trays…

The celebrants arrive to a feast that beckons response.

Will you respond ?  I too must choose the ones

with you in mind,from my heart,

in God’s Holy Spirit, always first, and

name them our words.

 

(The photographed labyrinth was constructed by a father and son just passed Lahaina on Maui…

It is designed to be walked on serenely as an exercise of becoming centered in prayer.)

Sometimes poems …emerge…  Have you written poems ?  Please let me read your comment…Thank you…

A CLOSER WALK WITH GOD

Down a mile and a half dirt road is the place to go  to think things over.  My youngest son says it’s right up there with Robert Frost who took the road less travelled.  I find it to be a path we take to unload the unspoken silently and let each step sound off instead.  It’s a mental bath to let the tall trees and shrubs do the foliage hula in the breeze, the wind, or rain…The leaves always respond to the senses in the air and give way for the observer to glide along in safe understanding.  There is a simplicity to the natural surroundings that beckons a person to just be less stressed, more relaxed, and overall comfortable.

These walks may have started as strolls in gardens where the bees and butterflies visit by and by to say bye-bye, and the ever concert of birds depending on the hour, still gives me pause as I wonder.  The awakening happens while taking a closer walk with the outdoors; questions give way to answers and answers bring more questions.  As I allude to the inner conversation one has in the process of trying to resolve serious matters, I suggest that to take a walk is to place the truth on the mantle of the altar.

We cannot see things clearly in the noise and confusion of life.  It is in the sought solitude that we become clear and clean about issues of the heart.  I know what it means to let the moving forward peel and carve into shape not just the weight, but also the miseries, the hurts, and the deceptions.  I know how long I was “young” by how long it took me to figure out that caution is extremely important.  Is it a character flaw to plunge forward to embrace all persons fully trusting everyone’s intentions are pure?  Like a child unaware I have touched the hot cookie sheet and saw mistakes in things said many years after the fact, and feel the burn alike.  We are flawed yet we can yearn to walk  a closer walk with our Lord.  It is on a walk that I have seen the resolve in others even if they were listening to music.  I prefer the surprise of the elements because the chirps and whistles invite me into their circles and widens my perspective of things.  We need to watch our thoughts to know where we are going. Keep Reading

PLENTEOUSNESS

In the final analysis, the indisputable truth about our birth begins at the conception of an egg being fertilized by a sperm.  A Rabbi Borg I believe his name to be, wrote a series of books and in one he suggests that the energy of the parents’ souls in that intimate instant is a conduit like the magnet for the soul that chooses to be incarnated through them.  I know, I know this will ruffle feathers.  I thought it so interesting that the hearts and minds come together in a sense connecting souls.  A photographed soul departing the body does appear to be a form of energy.  I saw one such photograph…I think the lightness of the soul lightens the weight of the body as well until it leaves.

The design of our appearance to the formidable workings of the circulatory system pumped by the heart is extraordinary.  The study of muscular components of the body holding the skeletal body is amazing.  The ear, the nose, the eyes have unique functions and they are brilliantly formed by the potter of metaphors.  We have senses that help navigate through this existence.

And the superfluous adjectives I used above, can be labeled unscientific, but the mere suggestion that these building blocks of nature have no meaning beyond functionality, is to deny the importance of us needing one another to survive.  How?  We are physically and emotionally held by the presence of spirit within each human being.  It sounds like kindness.

In fact, I believe animals too carry the light of God in them.

C. S. Lewis so aptly wrote, “In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.”  That ever lasting love is every human being’s greatest longing.  It is the breadth of the soul, love is.  His plenteousness is everywhere in everyone.  How have you discovered it ?

Please write a comment.  Thank you and God bless you.

 

QUANG NGUYEN’S STORY AND AMERICAN VALUES

THE MYSTERIOUS COINCIDENCE

How many significant coincidences can you recall in your life ?  I wish we could pull up a chair at my round table and have some tea to reminisce and maybe get goose bumps.

I have told this story repeatedly.  It’s old.  For those who don’t know me, it will still carry the point.  For those who have heard it, skip it unless you like the detours.  In fact, as I begin to tell it , I know I should write a blog about the essentials in moving because I did so far too many times.  Maybe you wouldn’t want to hear it.  I say to pack a suitcase with books, and one with seven days change of clothes.  I wish I had done just that.  One can be an established minimalist by realizing the freedom of not spending precious time packing and unpacking and making things fit where they don’t, won’t, and shouldn’t.

Let me just say that BEFORE the ninth move, the address number was 1198.  My heart goes there because I actually painted twelve gates in a glorious garden surrounding a pool.  Each entrance then with a panel had two sides.  I felt inspired to paint zany designs coupled with cherished quotes.  Oh, I wished to write a book and could never muster the time t concentrate, to be organized, to fully cross the t’s and dot the i’s…

Coco Chanel muttered one sweet day, “Gentleness doesn’t get work done unless you happen to be a hen laying eggs.”  We actually had three on the path behind this gate…  Though we now have seven hens and one rooster, I’m not certain a hen lays two eggs.  Cocoa Chanel of course must have regarded the value of elbow grease in getting things done…  She had a point.  Moving requires the strength of an ox.  No wonder my mother once said I reminded her of a horse.  She thought she was being complimentary.  I didn’t get it then.  I do now,

I decided both sides of the panel to the gates would be a chapter and thus began my solace in life to finally pursue the unfulfilled dream.  Make plans gingerly in life because the scales may tip delicately off balance.  That is the kindest way I can say our bed and breakfast was shut down along with five hundred others overnight eight years ago.  No matter the details except to avert to the fact that the least predictable twist of fate made the last move feel like an eviction. Keep Reading

WELCOME to Be Star-Shine Daily

This blog as it is called for short articles addressing the writer’s points of interests, is much like an artist’s palette.  Initially I had hoped to have twelve categories to address specific topics readers could tap into and ask questions.  However, it has been designed with a name that does cover my heart’s intent.  I may be tweaking the four categories in time.  This is new to me, and I am literally like a kindergartner in a canvas playground with buckets of colorful paints ready to be used with just a few whispering brushes.

Since there are quotes that have transported me from heart beat to heart beat and from breadth to breadth, I can assure you I am grateful for their sustenance.  We are nurtured in different ways in life, and without brothers and sisters, books seemed to always be there to tell me something written by someone who cared enough to pour out nuggets.  Many of them have helped me keep my chin up and my back straight resolutely sure of how to perceive the mysteries of life.

” There is a pleasure, in the pathless woods.

There is rapture on the shore.

There is society where none intrudes

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

I love not man less.

I love Nature more.”  Woodlands__Lord Byron

We live such fragile lives from the moment we are conceived, and the best in us is the love.  The star light from our soul eagerly shines from birth and somewhere along the way we are the stars that aim to fulfill our ultimate best.  I  thank God for sending us His Son, Jesus, and for my extraordinary good fortune in life to have honored  His wisdom.

I welcome your comments and questions and promise to answer, even if in a story.  God bless you and thank you for visiting my site.

A Prayer for Meadow in Heaven with 16 Other Souls

“This is Andy. His daughter Meadow was murdered in the Douglas HS shooting on 2-14-18. He is being attacked on social media for being a Trump supporter. Please show him your love and support.”  

This was on Facebook tonight, just four days after the massacre.

I wish I could do more.

If you care to hold this family in your prayers, remember their daughter and all sixteen others will hear that you care.

I stand with this gentleman, I stand with Mr. Trump, I stand for the flag and the hymn of our nation, and I am a naturalized citizen.  I stand for the values of the Republican Party.  The despicable are arrogantly uneducated.

As a parent of four young men, I wrote prayers to God on their behalf for years.  I encourage all to write one to let Him hear your words as they appear on paper.  To be in star-shine mode, let your heart be known.

“Dear God,

Meadow is with You and I pray for her Dad and Mom and the Families of all the other sixteen departed to be with You.  The Parkland tragedy on Valentine’s Day weighs heavy on our hearts, and minds, and fragile souls.  Have mercy dear Lord.

I ache to know how many lives could have been spared yet know You in Your mercy have a plan that will unfold.  Please surround these Families with the comfort of Your love as the absence of their loved ones is so hard to bear.

I ask You to light the minds of the people in our nation as You fill their hearts with love.  Please rid us of the evil that has permeated throughout the years and brought us to this point of unwarranted disrespect.

I beg You dear God to stop the ability of the wicked to continue to degrade our 45th President Donald Trump.  Your divine intervention is needed as the malice harms the uneducated, and the blinded by misdirection.

We need your divine attention to get by day by day.  Thank You God.  I pray this in Your Son’s name, Jesus. Amen.”