A vagabond stumbled along a monastery deeply nestled in the countryside.  He knocked at the iron gate and was warmly greeted by the porter.  Together they sat on a cold wooden bench overlooking the lake.  While the monk pulled a small loaf of bread from his deep habit pocket to give to him, the stranger asked:  “What do you monks do all day long?”  The porter gently replied:  “We miss the mark, we fall, get up and fail again and start all over tomorrow.”  —said a monk friend of mine.

It seems we cannot know ourselves without first noticing our faults.  Then begins the path of self-knowledge, inner freedom and learning to depend on the mercy of God.

May self knowledge be your constant companion in life.


Sacrifice is the salt of the society.”  –Mother Teresa

A RE-BLOG POST – The Cracked Pot…………

Such a heartwarming story, the best part is “loving our flaws,” and worthy of a re-blog here – Excellent storytelling, Kamal.

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A young woman worked for a merchant who lived on top of a hill. She had to walk down the hill every day to collect water from a stream. She had two pots to carry water, which she hung upon a pole and carried over her shoulders. One of the pots had a crack but she still used it. The woman would fill them to the brim and walk back up the hill. By the time she reached the house, the cracked pot would only be half full.

When the cracked pot saw water filled to the top in the other pot, it began to feel desolate and sad. After a few years, the cracked pot spoke to the lady, “I apologize for my flaws. I spill half of the water, I’m of no good”. The lady replied gently, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to…

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A RE-BLOG POST – The Lonely Man of the Night………..

This is a Truth story and a good reason for praying for strangers and worthy of a re-blog here, thank you for this stark reminder.

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He was a lonely man of the night

A seal of silence upon his lips

He was left lonely and sad

Had lost hope in everybody

Trust, he did not anyone

He was the deserted one

The one without a tomorrow

He was a lonely man of the night

A seal of silence upon his lips

A hundred stories left untold upon his lips

He left the unwelcome city

Without thinking about tomorrows

He was the passenger of the nights

With no baggage in sight

He was a lonely man of the night

A seal of silence upon his lips

Alone and lonely, bitter and infamous

No one seemed interested to talk to Him

He slept in the open streets or gutters

There was no soul ready to listen to Him

A hundred stories left untold upon his lips………….

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RE-BLOG POST – Learning to Be Grateful………

Again, Kamal, thank you for the great gratitude reminder.

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qualification that gave you a job, is the same qualification someone has who
still does not have a job and is going from pillar to post. BE GRATEFUL

The prayer that God answered for you and showered you with his grace, is the same prayer others have been praying but without success for years. BE GRATEFUL

The road you use safely on a daily basis to travel, is the same road where many others have lost their precious lives. BE GRATEFUL

temple in which God blessed you, is the same temple other people too worship
in, yet their lives are still in disharmony. BE GRATEFUL

bed you used in the hospital when you were sick and you got healed and were
discharged, is the same bed many other people breathed their last. BE

rain that made your field produce good crops, is the same rain…

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RE-BLOG POST – Help People & Make them Happy………….

Kamal, thank you for this wonderful life lesson reminder…and worth posting here.

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When a newspaper reporter interviewed a farmer who grew Award-Winning maize each year and entered his maize in the Agricultural show, it was revealed that the farmer shared his seed with his neighbours. Amazed, the reporter asked, “how can you afford to share your best seed with your neighbours when they are entering their maize in competition with yours each year?’

The farmer smiled knowingly and explained in a polite manner, “The wind picks up pollen from the ripening maize and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbours grow inferior maize, Cross-Pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my maize. If I am to grow good maize, I must help my neighbours grow a good crop too.”

So it is with our lives. Those who want to live meaningfully and well, we must help enrich the lives of others. Why must we be selfish and not let others…

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Reflection of Trees in Pond Painting by Greg Storer

Any tree is a splendid gift from God.  We and trees have much in common.  We both have cells to grow.  We need water to develop, the environment affects us and we reproduce and die.  The Cypress trees of Provence, the Acacia of Israel and the mini forest of oak trees surrounding my home all speak to me – awestruck.  Yet, the Dogwood tree that once flourished in the backyard, but was struck by lightning still mesmerizes me.  Its bleached bark and stunned branches shout out ‘don’t cut me down, I am still beautiful, always looking at you with love.”  And so, each morning I greet my Dogwood with a loving prayer.

All the trees in the world are our good neighbors, and if we love all trees rightly, then we are loving God.

I hope you have a certain tree that speaks to you.



A Short Story

Connecting The Dots To Life’s Mysteries

Have you ever asked God to explain something inexplicable, then all of a sudden, your mind begins to connect the dots?  I can’t help but write about this mysterious visitation.  It started years ago on a weekend retreat seeking answers, healing, when I envisioned  “Infant Jesus” sitting on the bed, royally arrayed as in the image above.  We had a delightful long chat in French but since then regret any knowledge of what we shared.  As the chilly morning woke me up, I noticed the door ajar, leapt out to see if anyone was in the hallway; no, not a soul, yet recollecting I had locked the door before going to sleep.  Why was it now opened???

Since that dream I have queried God on and off.  Then yesterday someone gave me a pamphlet with the same image of Infant Jesus.  The image brought me joy to recognize the statue a dear friend had given me a while back.  Might this be a sign for an answer to my conversation with Jesus? I quickly drove to the park to read the booklet.  The story is worth repeating.

Devotion to the Infant Jesus began in the 17th century when a Spanish princess presented this statue to a Carmelite convent in Prague.  Her prophetic words were:  “As long as you venerate this image you will not be in want.”  As this devotion waned the community declined, northern invaders sacked the region and destroyed the convent.  In the mayhem, the statue was thrown behind an altar on a heap of rubbish forgotten for seven years.  Peace eventually returned to the region and the people acquired a new statue, yet their petitions were to no avail.  The Prior searched behind the ruined altar and dug up the original statue, had the hands repaired and the community began to thrive again.

Connecting the dots…here is what startled me…“Both hands were broken off by the fall…OMG, I said to myself, ” Thank You! Infant Jesus, you have just repaired my right hand in these several months!  Just maybe, when we were chatting on that cold morning, were you assuring me that no matter what happens to me, You will protect me?  Today, I shout ‘obviously,’ because I literally survived two prior horrific accidents. Whatever Jesus promised, he has kept his word.  Thrice humbled am I a survivor…because of the Divine Infant Jesus…OMG!

Aren’t we all searching for answers in response to what happens to us?  If you are trying to connect your dots and haven’t yet found them, Infant Jesus is preparing them; they are on the way…patience is key.


…remember…”The more you honor Me, the more I will bless you,” said Jesus.

…If you have a likely story, do share it with us…

…Love shared makes us sacred people…sincerely, your scribe for love…