Sunday 24 July 2011

Beautiful Sunday


Today's weather forecast was cold, raining and grey. As usual, world news was also full of sadness, conflicts and loss. And tonight, it is freezing! It’s easy for our mood to be brought down by it all, including by events in our daily lives. So it is important to always try to focus on the good things in life. Some time back I wrote in my social networking profile's status update:
 
"Be thankful. There are so many things to be thankful for. Quit taking things for granted and be thankful, it makes it special. People are special, what you do is special, what happens to you is special, what you have in your life is special. You have to make things special or you’ll get into a traditional humdrum blah feeling and then really, it is your own fault."

With this ideology, allow me to illustrate by using today.

I woke up knowing today was going to be a horrible day. Not a good time to be outside, easier to cancel plans instead, and hibernate. I was also quite physically tired, even fatigued. I logged in to a social networking site and behold, status updates showed lots of sad news. Aware that our actions and mindframe has a strong effect on our mental state and how well/badly our daily lives pan out, I refused to let myself feel down. I was cheerful despite of the negativity and problems I faced. I posted the song that popped in my head, which seemed suitable enough for a Sunday and stated:

“Lotsa sad news worldwide as status updates are showing me…. I’m off to church… and this chirpy song is playing in my head… a reminder to not take life (now) and love (when you find it) for granted…. Do good and be good, love and accept love. Lovelots! Xx :-)”.

Click here if interested to listen to the song while reading this blog :-).... I followed my update with:

"by the way, it's very cold, wet, and grey outside. But I'm walking in that rain with a smile on my face, enjoying today!! :-)))”.

And I did! My huge umbrella wide open, listening to gospel songs in my music player while also singing "Beautiful Sunday" in my head (I don't know how that was possible, but that was how it was), enjoying the cold air - I walked smirking/smiling with a little skip to my steps. I even did a little dance in the rain, like I was softly kicking imaginary puddles or doing a low cancan, hahahah! It made the guy walking past me smile and he did what looked like a Greek dance where he crisscrossed his legs moving sideways with his hands outstretched. We both laughed and nodded goodbye to each other, not stopping to continue our journeys. A moment shared, our good humour infectious!

The looong walk to church in dismal weather became bearable (no trams passed by!). After attending the service, a meeting (where I received good news, thank you!) and a nice cheap lunch (I’m on a tight budget, so this was appreciated), I walked out to a glorious sunny day! I was so surprised, so unexpected! Immediately my good mood level went higher some more. I needed to move more of my belongings to my new place today. A dry day was exactly what I needed! Thank you!

I missed the tram so I had to walk (home) again. My body felt too tired to chase after the tram I could see ahead. While walking I saw an older woman who seemed stressed. The map in her hand a giveaway, she wanted to go back to her hotel which was not too far off where I was heading. We walked together laughing and exchanging stories. I dropped her off, she was very appreciative. We had such a good time that when I looked back after crossing the street, she was still smiling and waving goodbye to me! Sweet! I smiled and waved back and continued on. Our chance meeting made the walk feel shorter and more fun – I was thankful for that too.

I was running out of energy. I knew I could only do one trip. So I filled my backpack and 2 other bags full and loaded myself up like a mule. I think altogether I was carrying between 30 to 40 kilograms. Food stuff is always packed small yet heavy, so my hand-carry felt like it it was more than 10kg. The other bag I carried across my body, lighter but very bulky. The backpack behind me felt like another person.

I walked out still surprised and thankful it was sunny. There was no way I could foot travel the 20+ minutes (without baggage) to my new place, I would probably faint from exhaustion halfway to it! I dreaded the long wait for the 2 trams I had to catch (up to 20 minutes each, which felt like eternity in my condition at the time). I walked to the stop for the second tram (a short distance), where the tram arrived pretty much as soon as I got to it. We were packed in like sheep but I got in. Woohoo! Thank you.

It was a huge relief to drop down my bags at my new place (and doing the trip only once). While unpacking I looked out my window/balcony and realised aside from the building in front of my apartment, I actually have a nice unblocked view of the city! I believed I would only see other buildings; through people’s apartment windows; and an unattractive landscape. The view is not as good as my other city apartments, but it is still attractive. Awesome! Thank you.

I was getting ready to leave when my housemate’s friend arrived. She mentioned they were going to the gym. Though I thought I saw a sign saying “gym” at the reception foyer when I was inspecting the apartment, I did not know we had a gym! I must have been so focused on finding a “long term” nest, which was stressful at the time. Another nice surprise. We also have a pool, yaaahhoo! A few days ago I felt sad thinking I would lose the pool. My current place has a nice heated lap pool and gym, but I could only use them outside business hours. Tenants use was restricted as both facilities were connected to a private gym business. I loved the fact I still had the option, but I actually gave up using the pool as the restriction was a huge hindrance for me. I was usually too lazy or dressed comfortably for bed by the time it was open to tenants.... I still haven’t seen my new apartment’s gym and swimming pool. The pool may be a quarter of the size of a lap pool but it is accessible all the time until closing times. My gratefulness finding my new place increased - seeming to have good housemates; a very clean home; perfect location; easy access to a gym and a pool; cheaper costs long term; feeling safe and stable; and being chosen to live there by my landlord. It became the best “home sweet home”! Thank you God. I trusted you and again you provided, beyond my expectations.

Outside, the sun was setting and it was still clear weather. I was tired but beaming with happiness and gratitude, just the right “perk me up” I needed, ready to walk back to my old place again. I was hopeful but already expecting to not see a tram. There it was 3 stops away, giving me ample time to walk slowly to the next stop. Nice.

I alighted one stop past my usual (my place could be reached between the two), was about to walk back towards my apartment, when I noticed… in front of me was a clear enough view of my old apartment and my workplace. I wanted to have a photograph of the two together but I didn’t know how I could fit them in and still be distinguishable. There it was in front of me hahahah! With a sufficient enough phone camera and just enough daylight left, I took the memorable/sentimental photos. A few passers-by could not understand why I was so happy snapping into a direction “without a landmark nor an interesting view” - “bloody tourists”, they probably thought, hahahah!

I reached home, hungry, and in my fridge was the beef stew cooked for me by a friend who visited a few days ago. He intentionally cooked extra so I could put it aside to eat properly for a day like today (too tired, home-delivered meals or microwave-ready food only please!). Delicious dinner, with cake for dessert, was served.

A day that started with very little promise, ended up with overwhelming and generous reminders of goodness and kindness!

Life is good. Blessings are continuous and abundant. Appreciate what you have, especially the little things, even if you personally think they are random or circumstantial.

My earlier post "Spiritual" gave a glimpse of my relationship with God. So I will also say, thank you Lord for taking care of me, and giving me what I need plus more, surrounding me with good people, and showing me the wonders and joys of life from basic things. I feel so blessed. You are an awesome God.

Wednesday 13 July 2011

10 Things I Love and Miss - Middle of Winter's List

Ten Things I Love This Winter
  1. Sunny breaks
  2. Random acts of kindness from strangers
  3. New kindhearted friends
  4. Acts of kindness by friends
  5. Finally finding “long-term” accommodation where I can really settle in to concentrate on other pursuits
  6. My mom, niece and nephew together at last (mom to spend time with another nephew soon I hope!)
  7. Spiritual growth
  8. International home-cooked meals made for me by friends, yum!
  9. Quality time with my family
  10. Having the means and ability to properly take care of myself - not being helpless

Ten Things I Miss This Winter
  1. Hot chocolate drink with marshmallows
  2. Full body massage
  3. Summertime spent in North Coast, Egypt (or Dahab)
  4. Travelling, learning and experiencing a new country and it’s people/culture
  5. My brain or specifically my memory – I can't seem to keep what I learn in nowadays, eg languages…. I take longer to understand technical knowledge lately too. Hope it’s not because I am getting old, hahahah!
  6. My little Delight’s purrs, meows, nudges, hugs and affection (my cat, she passed away while I was overseas, broke my heart)
  7. Lying down in the park – it’s too cold and wet at the moment!
  8. Really engaging conversations
  9. Salsa, or learning a new dance (I’ve been interested in learning tango for 3 years now, but my dance partners are overseas!)
  10. Active outdoors fun – hiking, camping, snorkelling, sailing, abseiling, hide and seek, tag, kite flying, etc - anything active really, done with nature or outside

 

Saturday 9 July 2011

Spiritual

Many people have heard me describe myself as "spiritual". I deemed this term closest to my feelings and faith towards God. I also always hesitated to call myself "religious". The main reasons for my past silence and hesitance were:

1. I liked the privacy (with regards my relationship with God);
2. I had disappointing experiences from other Christians; and
3. I felt I was not always setting a "perfect" example, so I did not want non-Christians to be able to use me as an example of a "bad Christian".

I learnt about God just like most children, when we got taught to recite "Our Father" and do the sign of the cross. However, my family was not devout, or rarely practiced. I did not grow up within a family that disciplined me and instilled in me religious values. They did not even know I attended church. I could have easily been an agnostic by default.

My relationship with God blossomed on its own. I always felt Him caring for me, nurturing me, protecting me, and guiding me - even when I didn't know who He was. From 6 years old I already did not agree to praying to other saints and did not understand why I was being told I could not speak directly to God (as I was unclean so I had to go through priests and confess my sins to them). The God I knew/felt was more loving and welcoming. Of course I was too young to voice out my understanding, so I was confused until I attended a Christian school for 2 years when I was about 9 years old. I later moved to another school where I became more exposed to my family's other religion, but I continued to attend a Christian fellowship until I left school to move overseas. Unfortunately it was then, overseas (now home), where I had disappointing experiences from other Christians. Circumstances and relationship then fostered my "private worship" for more than a decade.

In my years of private worship I thought I stayed close to God. I poured my heart out to Him and He knew me inside out. I just talked to Him everywhere, and did not concern myself with practices or structures. He continued to care for me. He nurtured me, forgave me, loved me, protected me, provided for me, inspired me, pushed me, encouraged me, soothed me and guided me - but this time I knew who He was. I was not living life exactly as written in the Bible (hence my hesitation to call myself a "practicing/religious Christian"), but everything I was - my achievements and my various growths - I owed to God. I was who I became because He brought me up. I always felt His love and presence. I was confident and capable because of God, and I thanked Him constantly, albeit silently.

I was confident and capable, to a fault. I once got told by a colleague I should never stop asking God for things. I mentioned to my Bible study group at work that I already felt very blessed. Other people had stronger needs, so I was thanking Him for my blessings, but only asked for very simple things (eg "please make my train late or my feet run fast", when I was running late for work). It felt selfish to ask for more. God always gave me what I needed (though not all I wanted), or He gave me the ability/means to get what I wanted on my own. So all I asked for were strength, courage, wisdom, serenity and humour to deal with life crises He would throw at me.

The glass was mostly "more than half full". Problems were tackled quickly and dreams were confidently chased (okay, maybe with some nervous crying). But I forgot about Satan affecting my life coz when bad situations arose I dealt with them immediately with the skills and wisdom I learned with God's help; or I toughened them out. I always thought there were far worse problems in the world; and God would not have given me the problems I faced if He thought I would not have been able to survive them. So I guess, I knew I would feel pain, but I was still invincible...? That was how much I loved God and trusted God.

During my walkabout (long travels) I started searching for a church (which I found in Notting Hill Gate, London. I'm so grateful Kensington Temple does webcast). I had spiritual questions that baffled me and I knew I wouldn't find the answers on my own. It took a while for me to understand (and I am still learning, with the help of my new church here at home). Life stayed good, even when it was not perfect, I was still grateful for many things.

I had a truly amazing experience travelling! And I met many awesome people whom I wonderfully kept in contact with - good friends! Unfortunately though my worst life experiences to date, or "dark moments", also happened then. I dealt with those moments as positively as I could at the start, as I thought God made me "battle ready". I admit that in my trust and love for God, plus because I felt God's protection and love for me my whole life, I thought He would not let me go through those awful events or let wicked people affect me. So I simply asked for my usual top five - strength, courage, wisdom, humour and serenity. Instead I became continuously vulnerable and repeatedly beaten down by an onslaught of events and losses.

I lived a double life - lots of travels, fun, opportunities and friends; but I was crushed and beaten down in other aspects of my life. I suffered almost as much as I enjoyed life. The blessings were followed with griefs and misfortunes. I always travelled with sickness, sorrow, or a heavy burden/heart. Yet I could not disregard being very grateful I was still able to live my dreams!! My lowest breaking point was when my eldest brother passed away. I felt my strength to fight forward leave me. Absolute vulnerability. Life's trials continued but I was numbed. A handful of people were aware of parts of what had been happening, some wanted me to stop travelling and go home. I did go home/give up, but it was the escape of travel and living my dream (or forcing myself to continue travelling) that kept my spirit ignited (or at least kept me busy as I had to survive in foreign countries). So I carried on with all I was given (blessings and griefs); pursued my travels while I tried to heal instead of staying home; and let go of what was not mine or never mine to hold on to.

Years of reflecting later, I still do not understand if there was a purpose to those experiences (according to God's plans). I also cannot fully determine how much of it I should blame solely on myself and my decisions/actions/folly (human responsibility). I do not know how much of my bad experiences were God's doing, if any; and how much were not (e.g spiritual battles). But my faith in God is strong, He brought me up well and I will always have Him as my foundation. In my deepest sorrow I had some moments where I felt alone, God showed me He was with me, or with us. In my lowest points when I had trouble communicating with God He reminded me that He equipped me enough to still pull through. I forgot to just trust Him fully, as I kept trying to understand the situations and fix/deal/survive them on my own. Maybe that was THE lesson I had to learn and remember. Or maybe, God used me to remind others of their lessons. I don't know. I do not have to understand. I'm just glad they are over now :-).

I made a lot of bad decisions and bad reactions. There was a time where I was VERY scared as I saw myself morph into a person I did not like and I never thought I would become (I let God down and I let myself down). I felt powerless to stop it and even felt I needed to be it to survive or to love. I almost convinced myself to believe the warped mentality, a conditioning I found out a lot of women (and some men) accepted. It was the top five characteristics I always asked God to give me that pulled me out of this mess and the other matters I battled - strength, courage, wisdom, serenity and humour.

Now when I feel fragile, I have some learned reactions I cannot shake off. Maybe I need those instinctive reactions to protect myself from harm and dangerous situations/people I could face in my future (mis)adventures, especially if I will be alone. Maybe they made me more human. I was so assured in the past, it even amazes me now how invincible I felt! What I were was unintentionally self-righteous, because I really did not understand, even though I thought I did (looking in from outside). Going through some experiences myself, I feel I have a deeper understanding to humanity. Sympathy about certain situations has turned into empathy, which I know is better and more compassionate towards what others are going through. I also learnt more about unconditional forgiveness; accepting loss (or never owning what I had let go); friendships in spite/despite of; healing; resilience; and truthful/unselfish love.

I am more flawed and faulty, with new bad habits. A part of me wishes for the old me back - I seemed so good, shiny and perfect then compared to me now. I was unknowing but much easier to handle. However, there's something about the way I am developing that is also... interesting.... Like a series of artwork and I've only seen the start. Hopefully a working progress :-). I know it's weird to talk of one's self this way, but I cannot help wonder how I will turn out... :-).

Life is such a curious journey. And I am still a willing student :-).... I will sign off with my favourite scripture from the Bible, which is Proverbs 3:5-6.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight."