Happy Meal.....

Nothing better than a delicious meal together with the family......

And I enjoy my happy meals every once a week..... sometimes more than once.....

I have my entire extended family together.... and the meal is a celebration...

It fills me up to the brim.... refreshes me, energizes me, and I get to spend time with my loved ones.... and dine with them.

We all sing too, at the feast..... and express our joys..... everyone brings something to offer and we all unite in one accord...

And the Hosts of this Feast always sends out such loving invitations, its hard to resist

"Truly, truly, I say to you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven; my Father gives you the true bread from heaven.  For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven, and gives life to the world."Jn6:32

Try saying no to that.....

And having all the family together in such busy times.....

"And they continued steadfastly in the apostles' doctrine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and in prayers." "And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart."Acts 2:42 and 46

The Holy Mass is indeed a Happy Meal... a royal celebration, a loving sacrifice.

I cannot do without my Happy Meal, can you?

Days

The day was bright
As if the first day of the earth
The sky clear, with not a cloud to speckle it
The breeze was merry and so was I

The next day dawned
All bleary and grey
With only clouds and no sky
The wind grew chiller, and my mind dark


The third day arrived, or did it?
I could not tell
so dark, so cold, it rained
I wept...


I thought, all days would be bright and warm
all nights clear and cool;
The changes in seasons
I could not bear

Then I met someone
who taught me to
be warm in heart
cheery and bright

No matter what the day
I shall always arise
bright and clear in heart and mind
Filled with love and glory divine....

Floaty Boat

I was walking down the longily long road that did not turn left as it was turning right. And up came the fightorators, carrying bullet-shooters under their arms, looking for the robbery-doer on the run.

I stopped one of them, to ask, "Sir, where do you go? To the river, to the park, or to the tavern on the road?"

"Kid,",he answered, "We go neither to the river, nor to the park, nor to the tavern on the road. We hunt for the robbery-doer, a man with a large nose, and with blue timpy boots, a hat on the head and a gold chain around the neck. He hides in the forested jungle, says so our source."

"So you go there", said I, "to capture him and take back the chain. But what if he is armed, in similar fashion like you, with a bullet-shooter under his arm?"

"Nay, we know, he carries no arms. We took his swiglly sword and his ficklye bow, and now we shall the gold chain too. So move on kid, we need to go."


And so he left, with other fightorators, and I came back home, I did not know whether I should have told them, that I had seen a man with a large nose, and with blue timpy boots, a hat on the head and a gold chain around the neck, just crossing the river in a floaty-boat!

Lost, but not Forgotten

People who know me, know that I am simply 'wonderful' when it comes to sense of direction, and remembering ways and paths and destinations. I just cannot know, understand, perceive the directions, the nitty-gritties  of finding a route and also the simple right and left!

I call myself,  geographically challenged.





There have been multiple occasions when I've lost my way, and landed in unknown territories..... The worst cases are when I am lost inside a building because I cannot remember which direction the exit doors lie.


I've been in nightmarish situations, not knowing where I am. Completely lost.


I know, all this can sometimes be pretty embarrassing, and it also causes a lot of trouble for others. But then, after a lot of panic and frustration, I've always found my way back home.

The trick is, that I know where my home is, the address, the streets, the near by areas.... I may have lost my way, but I haven't forgotten where I belong.


So, I just ask for directions, take help from others, always managing to come back, running, relieved.


So, losing way isn't the end of the world, if you know where you belong, you will surely reach there by taking help from others.

PS: Any cure for geographically challenged people????

I wonder...

I wonder why people talk about silence

I wonder why wars are necessary to establish peace

I wonder why we value only the things we do not possess

I wonder why sky does not exist

I wonder what makes the difference between living and non-living

I wonder why regilions are worth fighting for, but not worth living by

I wonder does craving for order, deprive us from the chaotic beauty

I wonder why am I different to different people......