Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Mother,this is how I think of Grand Dad, Serina says.

Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sunday, June 10, 2007


Slowly I'm regaining the feeling of being alive.
Yesterday I went to the grocery store, buying food, for the first time in weeks.
I've been totally worn out from the dramas the last 60 days.

Sitting on the terrace, eating, sipping cautiously white wine, dreaming by the fire with my near and dearest, finally made my blood tingle.

The blond nights of Norway. I don't know if heaven is better than those seldom caught moments.

There's gonna be a new heaven and a new earth, and God self shall live midst amongst us.
My father often talked about the new earth, where the lion and the lamb would grass side by side.
He even prayed for our dead cat Mieuman, bless our cat on the new earth.
How it comforted my brother and me to think that he was not lost forever.

This summer I have hardly worked a week in our garden. Somehow the garden has crept in on our terrace. The flowers embracing us.
I feel so thankful, for my family, for our garden peace and for my beloved blogger friends, with whom I can share joy, sorrow and prayers.

Rose, I'm still resting in psalm 37, especially verse 5.
I'm going down to my prayer room.
Hoping you all will have a blessed Lord's Day, wherever you might be.
I'll have to do like my father name each and everyone, Rose, Terry, Will and his family, Pilot's Mom and Dad, Lil Pilgrim Siblings, Jim, Sioux Sue and her grandchild, Justin, Dad Golden, Jel, Arlene, little Billy, Vivi.

God, bless, encourage, protect and heal.
Thine is the power and glory for ever and ever.