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Sincerely Yours

 

Once or twice this side of life, we come across a beautiful scene, an unforgettable person, an unexplainable bliss filled moment, and/or the sinking into the life of another being’s sorrow in total empathy.  Each are defining moments that we revisit when time slides into memories.

I searched for so many self-help methods, I remember being admonished for doing so.  I don’t know if I was more surprised that it should have been a bad thing, or if I felt shyly embarrassed; in retrospect, maybe both.  Ironically, the process served me well.

At a group therapy session, we were asked to close our eyes and visualize a place we would like to be in for a half an hour, preferably one that delighted us in some way.  I still go there to fall asleep in prayer.

My God parents visited us in Sao Paulo just before we moved to Niteroi. It was then that we went to Araruama. My father must have taken the photo. My mother is to the left in white.

The pure white sand beach glistened even below the clear emerald and aquamarine water.

The see-through colors at the Araruama beach in Brazil was empty except for tall bales of wind swept salt foams.

I ran through them and heard their soft cracking like chimes and felt enveloped as if inside a translucent bubble.

I ran into the water and floated so easily as the salt held me up me like a feather.

With eyes open below the water, I found a few treasured shells, and I still have them.

Somewhere behind me stood my parents and Godparents.   Keep Reading

His Mercy

To be merciful is to know compassion one step higher.  It beckons an act of doing, answering, and feeling to embrace as even in forgiving the needy.

From my dearest cousin’s daughter Stela Galben from Romania.

I often rely on The Jesus Prayer: “Lord Jesus, Son of God, please have mercy on me, a sinner.”  I have also used it as an intercessory prayer for others.

To be merciful brings memories and I suppose we could sit in a circle as friends and find a story to relate.  Each one of us can begin by remembering a time when we extended our hearts to the max because it was the most we could do, and innately, naturally so.  The woe of loved ones hurt us as parents like no other yet mercy abounds to family, friends, and all.  Mercy is a mindful response of kindness, and ultimately, of love.

Photograph taken last weekend by Stela Galben in Cluj, Romania.

 

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d;

It drouth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;

It blest him that gives and him that takes:

‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it become

The throned monarch better than his crown;

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And earthly power doth them show likest God’s

When mercy seasons justice. “

Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, IV, 1

“Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.” Matthew 5:7

I like the lightheartedness Shakespeare so skillfully plucked in using these words, and I hope the seriousness of being merciful is welcomed as he suggests.  The analogy of mercy being like the gentle, heavenly rain upon the earth is brilliant.  It is not strained.  The quality of being merciful yields a two fold blessing as both the merciful and the recipient are graced as we all will be by God’s merciful justice.

To” be merciful” is the call for the letter M in the blog Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy…   I hope you enjoyed this short one…

 

 

 

 

Docile Hearts and Education in Four Languages

The assignment suggested in Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy, has taken wings.  When I chose the word “docile” for the letter D, I also considered the word “dependable.”  These two characteristics have allowed me to navigate the skies like migrating birds that find their way to survive the seasons.  The difference is I just kept moving forward and did not return.

A couple of open composition notebooks called EDUCATOR, educator, with handwritten lessons in Spanish.

I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, to parents who fled their native country of Romania.  I learned their language at home and once in kindergarten, Portuguese became my second language.  The desire to learn and belong were in my fabric.  The Catholic nuns at Nossa Señora D’Assuncao kept an orderly classroom where everyone spoke when spoken to in order to respond, and standing up. There were no disciplinary problems.  We must have been a bunch of docile youngsters eager to be in school with paper and pencils neatly stacked on our desks.  The nuns could depend on us to obey the rules and pay attention.

A language is learned word by word and one after the other like putting on socks, then shoes, learning to make the knot and bow, and then taking one step at a time.  That is all there is to it, literally.  Having an ear for words and the ability to mimic the sounds, I found Portuguese to be as fun as the kids, the nuns, all whom I met and heard speaking at school, in the neighborhood, or at the beach.  The simplicity in my first nine years of life primed me for the education that would follow in two other countries. Keep Reading

Calm Surrender

Calmly surrendered to serve our Lord…

Magic awes the spirit to be calm, and Rae Whitney has this quality, perhaps a real touch of the divine.

She has a direct line to the heavenly Father above, inspired by the Book of Common Prayer, by the King James Bible, and the outreach instilled by God as a mission for an inner circle of the faithful who sing praises in hymns.

Her faith is noble.

Rae has delivered her gifts in teaching by listening with an open mind always willing to extend a word of understanding.

I remember the first and last time I saw her and we conversed an hour ago.  I called to respectfully forewarn her before sending this out into the Universe.  She merely said it is good to have this outlet, and invited me to another blog by a remarkable, spiritual friend.  Her website is Aprilfiet, and it must be worthy of attention, or Rae would not have mentioned it.

Well, the calm risen in having met Rae Whitney was imbedded in my heart with the ultimate gift anyone can ever give or receive, time.  Those hours in minutes with seconds by days, months, and years counted by God’s precision, lifted me time and time again.  She said we recognized the friendship in each other; it is an honor to behold from her like an Oscar made of stars.  Her light hearted optimism crosses her lips with a smile. Keep Reading