Three Kings in Alt Kladow

There is absolutely no trace of the religious aspect of the Feast of the Three Kings in Berlin whatsoever. Had it not been for the Sunday mass in the morning, I would have overlooked the Feast of the Epiphany, which would have certainly earned me a frown from my parents. As a child in Mexico, Three Kings was a big thing to us, as this was the day all the children received their toys. My parents had no trouble adapting to the local culture back then, not just for my sake, but because it was in tune with their religious…

New Year, New Candles

I have a very good reason for investing in new candles in 2019, especially the battery-operated ones. Those of you who have been to my home know that I am a huge fan of candles in whatever form and operate on the premise, the more the merrier. I use them to accentuate a corner, a dinner table, or during prayer and meditation, and lately, in the bathroom during a nice long soak in the tub. That was 2018. When winter rolled around and I began having candlelit breakfasts, my cats seemed very much at peace with the atmosphere, despite being…

New Year Abundance Bowl

Every year I agonise over my New Year’s Abundance Bowl, hoping that I manage to find my 13 round fruits, as per Feng Shui tradition. For those of you who do not follow Feng Shui, you might be wondering what the big deal is here. Well, the tradition in my family began with my aunt many years ago. As a businesswoman, it was always in her interest to attract money to her home and shop, so she diligently followed the advice of her Chinese colleagues. Since my parents and I lived in Mexico during the early years and were never…

Necessary Decisions

There are certain choices we make in life that are painful, difficult, and often times, undesired. But our human limitations leads us to certain thresholds, at which point we realise that we are no longer able to endure the burden(s). Suicide, self-harm and reclusion is the coward’s way out. What takes real courage is walking away, reaching out for help, and fighting back. The mind of time is hard to read. We can never predict what it will bring. Nor even from all that is already goneCan we say what form it finally takes;For time gathers its moments secretly.Often we…

Lemon Bars Homecoming

There is something magical about Christmas mornings deeply rooted in my childhood. It wasn’t the gifts under the tree, or the sumptuous breakfast that Mommy prepared, but it was the one day of the year when Daddy was not fretting about work, I didn’t have to panic about homework, and Mommy didn’t have to rush to prepare packed lunches. We had time, for each other, time to be. Naturally, Christmas was always very prayer and church-centred, so we dressed our finest to go to mass, in spite of having attended the midnight mass the night before. So I have memories…

A Politically Correct Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck… How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”,“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.And labor conditions at the north poleWere alleged by the union to stifle the soul.Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.And equal employment had made it quite clearThat Santa had better not use just reindeer.So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!The runners had been removed from his sleigh;The ruts were termed dangerous by…

It Takes A Candle

Back in 2013 I began a blog series with the same name as the title that centred around a candle of hope and prayer during dark times of despair. The candle became my faithful prayer companion while my dear brother-in-law fought leukaemia, and my father suffered three strokes – parallel events that were emotionally draining to the entire family on two continents. RH and Daddy have since passed away, but it still takes a candle to centre me before, during, and after prayer, to find my way during my stormy darkness. Christmas 2016 I was in deep mourning and was…