❤Shoes

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Good shoes takes you to good places… that I believe to be true. That’s probably why, when people say that “diamonds are a girl’s best friend”—I flinch…because I’d rather go for shoes! Yes. Shoes. Sometimes, it doesn’t have to be expensive or ostentatious. All it takes is a good fit…a comfortable one. Something on which you can walk with: strutting your grace, jumping with joy, and walking on grounds of beautiful places.

When we dream, we dream high… we dream big… with our feet on the ground. Isn’t marvelous to have your feet on the ground with good shoes in it?! After all, you have your dreams underway… better work in it with class.

This is just me, a girl talking… a girl who loves shoes!

HE WHO CALMS THE SEA

Oct. 09, 2011

I’ve never been afraid of the sea…never been afraid of the shore… but this time, it’s haunted.

The sky is dark, the winds are harsh…and the waves are frighteningly strong… trying to suck me in to its cold and dark deep waters. I was so scared. I’m in the middle of it, but it can’t reach me… it can’t touch me. Then, there’s a hand…pulling me out of the water on to the shore. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s a man—with strong arms, and fast legs. We ran…and ran…really fast…out of the water…away from the tides…my legs are weak but I fought it back and kept on running. The ebbs almost reached me…sending a message that if it did, I could never go back again. So I ran…ran hard…with someone…whose hands are strong and legs are fast…I can’t see his face, but he’s leading me out to safety. I know he is, because the farther we got away from the shore, slowly, I feel warmed. Then, as I turned away from the monstrous sight of the ocean, I saw the sun…the clear blue skies…the green fields…I felt the warm breeze…but I’m still running…I was still following the boy…yes, I see him now—a boy. We were climbing up a very steep hill. I thought for a second to stop, because I was scared…because it was too steep. But he held out his hands…I reached for it…together, we climbed the steepness of the hill…then we reached the top. He looked over the hill…his face calm…innocent, smiling. There was no trace of fear, or tiredness…after all we went through…I looked back to where we came: the steep way up where we climbed…the green fields where I felt the warm breeze…then the atrocious waves of the ocean. I got scared once more…then I hid behind the tree where the boy was leaning…he’s taking a rest now, while still looking at the sight ahead of him. Then finally, I looked at the direction of his eyes—then I saw it: another ocean, but a different one this time—calmer. No strong winds, dark skies, clod breeze, and frightening waves. This ocean beyond the steep hill is calmer, bluer, and warmer. It wasn’t scary at all. It’s in fact, peaceful. That makes it odd…because despite the ocean’s calmness…I still feel scared. Then I turned to the boy…he’s gone. The tree where he was once standing, I realized, was actually the same spot where I was standing at the moment. It was me—it was just me. I looked at the calmer ocean once more: my eyes sting…I closed it…still remembering the boy who led me out of the harsh ocean…the boy whom I thought was a man because of his strength. I was holding his hands, and I was looking at the strong waves of the ocean…but whenever I look ahead where he was leading me, I felt different: I felt—safe.

I opened my eyes now. It is 10:00 in the morning. It was all a dream…just a dream.

POSTSCRIPT:

I’ve never been afraid of waters…I love the sight of the ocean—it’s peace and calm. Whenever the sun rises or sets, it’s reflection on the sea is beautiful…it’s always beautiful. But after that dream, though, I realized that even the calmest of seas, when a storm surges in…it’s always frightening…drowning it’s beauty by the dark clouds hovering above it. Then there was the boy…he reached out to me…leading me out of the storm. He wasn’t trying to calm the seas…he was protecting me: finding a safer place for me…calming the fear inside me instead.

I remembered that story in the Bible, when Jesus stills the storm: He was sleeping, when the rest of the disciples where scared to be toppled by the strong winds that surround them…and the swamping of the waves against their boat. The disciples called unto Him, “Lord, save us!” (Mt. 8:25), and He woke up and said to them, “Why are you afraid, you of little faith?” then He calm the storm…then there was dead calmness (Mt. 8:26). They were all amazed, that even the winds and the sea obey Him.

I don’t want to interpret my own dreams. but deep down, I know what it meant. Jesus—He who stills the storm and calms the sea—can save us through anything…we just need to call out to Him…and have faith.

There were two large oceans beyond that hill where I climbed…two uninviting oceans: one with storm, and the other calm. Then there was this tree where I was leaning…then the hill where the waves of any of those oceans cannot reach me…then, I will always remember the boy who saved me…and calmed the storm in me.

THE INVITATION

By: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you could sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I wan to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not to betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even if it’s not pretty every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments…

LISTEN

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I don’t hear the words, but I know how to listen.
Deep within, the ears of my soul are open.
That’s why even without words, I listen…

I listen to the gentle whispers of the breeze—it echoes the tiny voices of angels singing their hymns of praises.
I listen to the birds upon the treetops hum their cheers for the colors of the earth…
I listen to the thunder out in the distance booming its strength and might…they warn you of the storm there is to come…
I listen to the raindrops thumping in the rooftops…they cry drops of wisdom and character…

I listen to the sound of hearts—beating loudly of joy and sorrow, loneliness and comfort…
I listen to sound of little hopes coming from hearts which are broken… hoping to find happiness amidst the darkness…
I listen to the whispers of love and passion, from the lips of the one you love…
I listen to the muffled cries of newborn angels…they emanate God’s gift of life…

I listen to the silence of the night…that amidst this world of chaos, there is peace under the humbled light of stars and moon…

Just Wanna Ask..

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How do you know if it’s real?

Does it matter, to know what the other person feel?

How do you withstand a fight?

Do you know that your instincts might be right?

When can you see the truth that hid behind a lie?

Do you believe that most love stories are tragedies?

Do you believe that sometimes, it’s simply not meant to be?

Do you believe in miracles?

Or would you rather believe that most times, it’s just a mere coincidence?

Who are you behind a mask?

Does it matter if you can’t be beautiful from the outside?

Where were you 5 years ago?

Who would you be ten years from now?

Do you matter in some other’s life?

Are you just by yourself most of the time?

Is life too short to live?

Or you’re just too scared of the real life there is to breathe?

How does your heart beat?

Is love, when it dies, the hardest thing to revive?

Who would you be if you weren’t you?

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Sometimes, I imagine myself being somebody else…to be someone who does other things, live in other place, and be with other people. Someone who has the liberty to be someone she is, other than trying to be someone she’s not. It’s fun living other peoples’ role. A character made up by some infamous author in their novels…or an award-winning scriptwriter in their major film production…or just an ordinary real person walking the streets while humming the last song they’ve heard.

Some people wear masks of their other selves because they’re afraid to reveal their real faces. In this world full of people trying to prove that they’re a lot better than you, it’s a real challenge to step up and find that fuel to be ahead from the race. Sometimes we feel that it’s always not enough…that our efforts always fall short despite the hard work we put into it. And so, the next thing is to take the game to the next level. Try to outsmart them, break some rules, and never be underdogs. It’s a mask of protection—trying to hide the vulnerabilities that would cause our defeats…and protect us from a total meltdown. When people see that Achilles’ heel, shooting an arrow is just as easy as 1 2 3. Wearing that mask would separate us from people trying to pull us down…cause somehow, we are on the same race as they are.

Trying to wear that mask is never that easy. Maybe, being someone else would be a lot easier. Pretending is a habit for some people…to pretend to be strong, to be different, to be good…and to be happy. Living in this world is crazy—being with people who would always ponder on your mistakes, and criticize your every move. It’s always a busy ride trying to prove your worth…it’s a fast pace world, that slowing down would leave you far behind the rest.

Being someone else is easy. You just have to play that game like everybody does. Because being you means playing by the rules…and playing by the rules would mean a defeat…because not everybody plays by the rule…there’s only a few.


I like to be somebody else…because being me is difficult. Nevertheless, being somebody else means playing the game like everybody else does. It’s a game of cheating. It’s difficult to cheat life. It’s scary when it comes back on you. So, I guess, I’ll just stick to being myself…no need to carry that heavy mask and play the role that’s intended for somebody else. No one promised that life would be easy…and nobody said you’d love to be different. It’s fun though, trying to play others’ part, and finding out in the end, that you’re the better cut among the rest. Rules are made to be broken anyway…so why not make your own rules. Have a better game to be played. Everybody does that.