tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276912926580433332012-02-16T06:41:16.329-08:00In the Flowhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnraOiQwFrA&feature=fvstMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-21965446703822058252012-01-13T05:11:00.000-08:002012-01-13T05:11:23.982-08:00The Joys of the Orient:Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself. ~John Dewey
Dear Friends,
It has been a while since I blogged
about my going ons. The flow is finally here and I wish to let all my
readers know that I'm well and very happy teaching in Taiwan at a
local/rural elementary school (Shimen Elementary School). It has been
quite the adventure.
I started off staying in a motel
that was so invested with mold and this got me quite ill but I overcame
Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0Shímén Elementary School, No. 188號 Wénhuà Rd, Longtan Township, Taoyuan County, Taiwan 32524.84158 121.241766524.8271705 121.2220255 24.8559895 121.2615075tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-48049863182041192692011-09-18T22:02:00.000-07:002011-09-18T22:02:25.985-07:00A Tablet of Plea: It Is Time and It Is a Precious Cause
My Dearest Brothers and Sisters,
I write this tablet with great apprehension and trepidation for I lack the wisdom, knowledge, and language to articulate that which aches my soul so deeply with the sensitivity and tact it should be articulated in. Hopefully the sincerity with which it is written suffices. One thing I know for sure is that I have hugged many sisters and a few brothers whose Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-74768249233303529092011-08-06T16:10:00.000-07:002011-08-06T16:10:09.084-07:00Bliss Is ..... Believers, he added, must show their belief in their daily lives, so that the world might see the light shining in their faces. A bright and happy face cheers people on their way. If you are sad, and pass a child who is laughing, the child, seeing your sad face, will cease to laugh, not knowing why. If the day be dark, how much a gleam of sunshine is prized; so let believers wear smiling happy Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-62408325826382801872011-05-25T11:14:00.000-07:002011-05-26T08:41:09.998-07:00LET THEM GO!!!LET IT GO!!!
For those of us, men and women, who find it difficult to purge, unhealthy people, addictions, stuff, our pasts...etc.
Let Them Go by T.D. Jakes
There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caringMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-24458322014806484292011-01-25T23:29:00.000-08:002011-08-07T17:06:57.367-07:00Follow Your Hearthttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8t7oK92_Cc
Ahhhh what a topic? This could go so many ways but for me it is a reminder to follow my heart. No matter how prestigious, lucrative, destitute,etc. if it appears in my path and a yes resonates within my heart, then this is indeed my heart's purpose. For a yes, resonates with every fiber of my soul while uncertainty rings in the endless or if questions.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-1500123795086322232011-01-02T17:11:00.000-08:002011-08-07T16:58:43.863-07:00Victoria
This last year has been one of running at break neck speed to finish my dissertation, start my school, bury a dear and loved friend and so much more. I felt like I had enhanced my ability to discern circumstances and persons who do not contribute to the well being of my life. I have learned that if I am around something,someone, or place, where I feel exhausted, I need to let go of this Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-13890750670616786162010-08-28T19:13:00.000-07:002010-08-28T19:18:26.907-07:00Self Care: Why is it so difficult to do?
The outward freedom that we shall attain will only be in exact proportion to the inward freedom to which we may have grown at a given moment. And if this is a correct view of freedom, our chief energy must be concentrated on achieving reform from within.Gandhi
These last few months I have pondered the concept of self-care and how to do it well without feeling guilty, complacent, lazy, or Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-1810816970416556822010-02-25T09:26:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:11:29.306-08:00Growth Spurt
One Upper
An annoying person who responds to hearing someone else’s experience or problem by immediately telling a similar story about themselves with a much more fantastic (or terrible) outcome.(Urban Dict)
It just hit me that I am a one upper, which is quite shocking as I consider myself to be a nice, kind, compassionate, person who has nothing but the highest and best intention towards herMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-58319837704255335352010-02-17T20:42:00.000-08:002010-02-17T20:42:11.987-08:00The Mystery of Spiritual Relationships"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" Yeats
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I first read this poem Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-39344322447305261242010-01-14T15:35:00.000-08:002010-01-15T11:53:21.491-08:00Making Peace With Days Gone ByWoman Before a Mirror: Picasso
“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title”
Virginia Woolf
The Lord's rod and staff have guided me through every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every month, and every year of my life...!!
Psalm 139
A David Psalm
1-6 God, investigate my life; get all the factsMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-30845071588171308072009-12-31T08:03:00.000-08:002009-12-31T08:10:46.112-08:00Gratitude
To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to put off the word or action for the expression of gratitude.Albert Schweitzer
I have Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-35808919189414492902009-12-24T04:28:00.000-08:002009-12-24T04:29:13.875-08:00Merry Christmas: May the Christmas Spirit Persist all YearCarol of the Brown King
Of the three Wise Men
Who came to the King,
One was a brown man,
So they sing.
Of the three Wise Men
Who followed the Star,
One was a brown king
From afar.
They brought fine gifts
Of spices and gold
In jeweled boxes
Of beauty untold.
Unto His humble
Manger they came
And bowed their heads
In Jesus' name.
Three Wise Men,
One dark like me--
Part of His
Nativity.
By LangstonMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-79198787867424587282009-12-19T15:18:00.000-08:002010-01-18T14:39:09.957-08:00Generosity: Gift of The Tongue and Pen
The Gift of a Throat
‘Mouthfuls of food are the gift of every tree bearing fruit,
but the gift of a throat comes from God alone.
He bestows a throat on the body and the spirit;
He gives an appropriate throat to every part of you’(Masnavi, 3.17-18, trans. Shaykh Kabir Helminski)
The last few weeks have afforded me the time and opportunity to meditate on the nature of generosity. In this Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-32537818741262434292009-11-21T16:51:00.000-08:002009-11-21T16:54:40.108-08:00Dearest Kelu
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” Washington Irving
It's with much reluctance that I accept your untimely departure from this three dimensional universe. I know how it was for you. You fought a good fight and did well. Many Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-959353517370051692009-10-01T23:29:00.000-07:002009-10-01T23:29:23.529-07:00 PHENOMENAL WOMANby Maya AngelouPretty women wonder where my secret liesI'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell themThey think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-65645449554580162072009-09-11T20:56:00.000-07:002009-09-13T10:31:05.203-07:00Sacred Places
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.Joseph Campbell
A while ago, randomly inspired by the artwork of a beautiful soul, who captures so beautifully and intricately the minutiae of natural beauty great and small, I commissioned a painting of my childhood safe haven. This is the place I would day dream, make peace with my heart aches, envision the life I wished to Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-72888964609442341812009-09-08T14:34:00.001-07:002009-09-08T14:34:02.878-07:00Know ThyselfMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-18801549048731863082009-09-04T19:20:00.000-07:002009-09-04T19:58:28.772-07:00From the past to the future: The race, gender, sexual orientation, environment and all other 'isms' dialogueFreedom from racial prejudice, in any of its forms, should, at such a time as this when an increasingly large section of the human race is falling a victim to its devastating ferocity, be adopted as the watchword of the entire body of the...believers, in whichever state they reside, in whatever circles they move, whatever their age, traditions, tastes, and habits
[Freedom from racial prejudice] Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-62027150368009025042009-08-29T02:27:00.000-07:002009-08-29T02:27:34.884-07:00When the past visitsThere is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou
A dear and beautiful friend of mine, after having listened to my attempts at articulating a painful moment in my past, gifted me with a book that spoke of a time that would come when I would not only be able to speak of my experience but this process would be an important marker of progress in my healing process. I Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-90548189685924760732009-08-27T12:54:00.000-07:002009-08-27T12:54:21.883-07:00The language and thoughts of change“If language is not correct, then what is said is not what is meant; if what is said is not what is meant, then what must be done remains undone; if this remains undone, morals and art will deteriorate; if justice goes astray, the people will stand about in helpless confusion. Hence there must be no arbitrariness in what is said. This matters above everything.” Confucius
I have been mauling overMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427691292658043333.post-26729931395952800402009-08-25T15:58:00.000-07:002009-08-25T16:04:41.778-07:00Some sort of a beginningI'm not much of a blogger and I haven't quite come to terms with putting my life out there for the world to see. I guess this where technology and an ever expanding global community has led us. Instead of coffee or tea at so and so's house, we go to so and so's blog. I have resisted blogging but I feel like I'm in a good place to start seeing just what it is I do not want to tell. There are a Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055754296744342566noreply@blogger.com0