"When the sun
is in its zenith, half the day is gone, half of the work done, half of life's
stirrings over, yet the joy of living, its challenges and rewards are
whole and forever." avr
Dr Abe V Rotor
When things seem to be overwhelming, the road long
and rough, the horizon far and dim, and you feel powerless under this
situation, give yourself time to meditate;
When the wind stops to blow, the treetops still, birds no longer fly, the
fields lay bare after harvest time, summer creeps in, and you feel the false
calm of doldrums, meditate;
When the first rain is but a shower, shy and naive over the parched landscape
and the dry riverbed, listen to the distant thunder, watch the gathering cloud,
meditate;
When the mountains are blue in the distance, as blue as the azure sky and the
sea resting after tempest, the valley deep and green, be part of the scenery,
meditate;
When the birds migrate to the south before winter sets in and return in
springtime, imagine the magnificence of the view from above, the adventure of
travel, meditate;
When the trees proudly stand together to form a living fort, bastion against the
vagaries of nature, abode and domicile of creation to which you are a part,
meditate;
When the habagat is in its peak with days and days of rain,
the fields now a huge lake, joining the rivers and lakes, it's nature's
process of dynamic balance, meditate;
When the amihan sets in, cold wind from the north sweeps over
the ripening grains, golden in the sun, undulating, lilting with kids
flying kites - you're with them, meditate;
When the world seems to be moving too fast, on a chartless path, you feel you
are adrift and part of a bandwagon, move out before it's too late, meditate;
When the trees come alive with music at dawn, mists settle into dewdrops,
sparkling like diamonds as the sun rises, the curtain opens a new day - awake,
meditate;
When the sun is in its zenith, half the day is gone, half of the work done,
half of life's stirrings over, yet the joy of living, its challenges and
rewards are whole, meditate;
When the sun sets, dusk the prelude to rest, Angelus prayer itself in silence,
peace and harmony set in, be at the center of Home, Family and Creator,
meditate. ~
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