St. Michael the Archangel

He’s got a big open chest, and giant wings. He’s got a lance ready to pierce in his hand while his foot is trampling over Satan’s head. He’s got power to kill the evil and to protect justice. He is not afraid. Instead, he is on the front line as a warrior, going wherever those…

A Vision to Save

I think it was about this time last year that I was sitting on my parent’s front porch suppressing my suicidal urge. It was especially intense that morning, and the scary thing was that I was home alone. Well, to the human eyes, I was alone. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew I had…

Love the Best

The face of bipolar disorder is black and white. It is double faced. You either live or die(by suicide) . You either feast or starve. Up to 50% of the bipolar population attempts suicide. In 2006, 33,300 people died by suicide in the U.S and 90% of the them were suffering from mental illness*. A day…

Mother of God

  Cinderella had a Fairy Godmother who gave her a beautiful dress and a nice carriage ride to the ball. Me? I have a Mother of God who will get my soul ready to meet her Son in heaven.  

On This Day Five Years Ago…

Inside me, there lived a sad little puppy for a long, long time. Like a homeless little puppy in the rain, I spent many, many days, months, years, suffering from what they simply called “depression”. Such a simple word for something so indescribable… Exactly five years ago from today, I stood on my front porch…

God is Love

“The Lord loves us so dearly that it passes all description. Through the Holy Spirit alone can the soul know His love, of which she is inexpressibly aware. The Lord is all goodness and mercy. He is meek and gentle, and we have no words to tell of His goodness; but the soul without words…

White Rose

An arrangement of white roses drew my attention. I got sucked into the world of the white rose. Its symbols and meanings came alive and started speaking to my heart. The white rose said, “Your sins are forgiven. You are as white as a white rose, the queen of the flowers. White lilies have nothing…

I Promise…

Before my head does a crazy thing again, I must try to remember this wonderful morning. My brief 20 minute power run to the cafe, and lively conversations with my regular customers, reading stories in the Washington Post, watching the Monday morning breaking through, the sun rising up higher and higher, cars gathering in the…

Hold on tight

I re-read my old post last night to reexamine how far I have come from the inception of my sudden idea planted by myself or by God of which I am still not perfectly sure. It was written on March 12 2013 inspired by Van Gogh-I was reading The Yellow House by Martin Gayford at…

A Stormy Moment in the Rain

I wish I were a photographer. I would take my waterproof camera out on the stormy night, and lie down on the green field. I would aim the camera lens to the sky, and photograph the falling rain against the pitch dark tornado sky in the background. And no one would know what brought me…

Clear Morning

The clouds rolled in and it suddenly turned dark. Wind was going 60mps, tornado and flood warning were on, and my new photographer friend called me worried. The creek near my gallery was sure to be flooded, and he was worried that I won’t be able to make my way home. But I wasn’t even…

Gratitude

What am I thankful for today? I am thankful for a day off on this carless day. I suddenly found myself without a car, and in the urgent need of purchasing one to commute to my work and to my gallery. I’ve got no money to buy one, but for now, I am just going…