F A M I N E

Yesterday, while I was busy closing the pool... bye summer!.. My boss called for me after he is done with his bible reading. If this reading is inspired with the arising conflict between Canada and Iran, that I do not know. But the verse that he was reading to me this time is about, war against nation, kingdom vs kingdom and so on and so forth.

And I listened to him attentively. I really cannot remember vividly how the conversation went, but I do remember telling him, that as I was growing up, attending a Catholic high school and having a seminarian brother at that time and now a very loving and caring Priest. I have tried to interpret the words and verses in the bible, in the deepest meaning of it, in my own little way. and so we talk about it.

And in one part, I told him that famine could be interpreted in many ways. That is my understanding. I even remember my brother in one of his sermon, he said, that when Jesus raised the loaves of bread and pieces of fish and pray, He really did not multiply it. But the people listening to Him was touched, and so they started to put out whatever they have brought and start sharing. He touched their hearts to be generous, loving and caring.

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979
by Francesca Woodman 

Share vs Famine

Share love, 

it is free and amazing,

it can create wonders and miracles...

Share your food,

as it is not only nourishing

you and his body

but also his soul.

Knowing that someone cares.

Share peace,

as it is everyone's need.

a peaceful mind 

desires happiness for everyone.

Share your smile

to everyone 

no exemptions

as it develop a loving

and peaceful environment.

Share your being,
it is only by sharing yourself
that you will understand
how people live.
and understanding them
is the key to help.

Share your blessings

and abundance,

as you cannot bring these to

life after death.

It is when we stop sharing 

love, peace, blessings and abundance

that chaos, conflicts, 

and wars will arise. 

posted for Magpie Tales

photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

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how dreams change?

at five,

what do i dream of?

being a doctor?

or a lawyer?

or a teacher?

i do not even remember.

but i know i dream of something.

anyways, that is what

parents and elders

would always ask little children.

but after the worst incident happen,

my father died when i was ten.

something that a little boy or a child

does not dream of.

a lot of things have changed.

i simply dream of surviving

without him.

conquering the fear of living without him.

the what if's and but's

of living just with your mother

and seven other siblings...

then, come in high school at thirteen.

i learned that i can do it by myself.

yes! i am young but i learned it.

work after school 

to have the wants that my mother cannot afford
to give me,

having eight children.

so the dream changed to

i want to be rich.

what do i have to do to be rich.

school, work and dream.

after high school came college,

sudden change of dream.

success does not mean money anymore.

i just want to be known for whatever.

joined glee club in school

dancing which became a passion.

you bet! not any single occasion

that i will not be on stage performing.

and dreams changed from one thing

to another...
on and on and on...

and now,

at forty-two.
on the other side of the planet
where i am originally from...

i have one simple dream
the dream of everyone,
of being with someone

who would love me

with no if's and but's.

eat good food not necessarily expensive.

have a humble comfy home,

not necessarily huge and grand.

and have fun every single minute

with my family and myself.

dreams! oh dreams!

a thing that keep me going...

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