Social media enables a verbal ‘reunion’ Old faded pictures emerge from old albums… Excitingly and childishly, baby boomers reminisce the good and carefree days…
That’s me, is that you? Who is this pretty girl, and this handsome boy? Can’t remember, … we need more walnuts. (for our brain cells)
In the background, was a class monitor, and he still ‘is’. So he gathers his flock all over this village globe for a fiftieth anniversary. But some sheep were lost Where have they gone to? (some had passed on, some have disappeared… untraceable).
Hard knocks shaped the lives of many, yet gratitude prevails. One survives an operation on a brain tumour And another, uterine cancer, Two mothers are blessed with children with mental disorders. One PDP is undergoing knee operation, while our teacher is still climbing hills!
Some weathered the Great Recession triumphantly, One survives a divorce gracefully!
Yet together, and hopefully, most will reunite in a coming physical meet.
It is important to remember that other people are not responsible for our happiness or fulfilment and that we each have our own needs, desires, and limitations.
Starry Night Over the Rhone. VERSE 1 Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer’s day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land […]
Little Mimi walks to school every morning. She enjoys being chaperoned by dear Cumulus clouds above.
Mimi wonders at their whiteness and fluffiness like woolly candy sweets. Whichever road she takes they are sure to follow!
So dear clouds, are you following me to school today?
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The clouds high above gently coaxes the little girl as Mama has to look after the other brothers and sisters at home.
On days when dear clouds are not around, Mimi walks with her head to the ground. Very often she picks up a coin or two. Why do some people have holes in their pockets?
Walking to school can be such a joy, if only dear clouds are around, always!
I used to meet him around the corner, walking alone, deep in his thoughts, I have never seen him smile. His feature frown leaves many wondering, setting permanent, a crease between his brows.
... is life knocking hard on him?
Many poor children born with defective hearts, had theirs repaired complimentarily by this one without a smile; a saviour hand lent by God.
'...but who will heal my child of his ailing mind?'
Yet he is entrusted to care for many other sheep because he is the chosen one, capable of doing so.
Lina, Anna and Rosnah sat waiting for their child at the mental rehabilitation centre. These single mothers, too, have forsaken their smiles,
...for 'who will mend their broken hearts?'
“A simple smile. That’s the start of opening your heart and being compassionate to others.” – Dalai Lama
It sounds morbid when Geoff Stamper (I think) jokes that he would try to be friendly to ghosts (in my article on hungry ghost festival) as he may become one himself! Hmmm… let me narrate a possible case here.
Ghosts?
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“…mum, a motorist just hit me on my head with his helmet and tried to snatch away my laptop. He had driven away after failing to get my bag. I am bleeding a lot from my head, mum. Someone said he had called the ambulance. I am feeling thirsty and tired… very tired…” The boy, a one-week old college student, was lying on the roadside. He managed to make his last call to his mother who was in another state. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it.
His parents narrated his last call in the news. That was a decade ago.
Every time I drive past that same spot, and when I notice the shops nearby holding huge offerings and prayers during this festival, it reminds me of him.
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Taoists believe that hungry ghosts can arise from people whose deaths have been violent or unhappy. So does the beliefs in Buddhism. Both assert that hungry ghosts can also emerge from neglect or desertion of ancestors.