My class on DEVELOPMENTAL PSYCHOLOGY AND SPIRITUAL GROWTH started last Thursday and is a twice a week class on every Monday and Thursday. I have successfully coaxed my little boy to enjoy the extra hour in his kindie because my Thursday class finished late. On every Thursdays, he will finish kindie at 12 noon, have his lunch with his friends and then, spend the rest of the minutes with his friends, doing homework.
So there is no more worry on my part about leaving him there for the extra hour. As my class only starts at 10.40 am on Thursday (compare to Monday which starts at 9.40 am), I have 1 hour 40 minutes to kill.
This morning, I took a long drive along Vale of Temp to seek inspirations on how to tackle the issue of dangerous hillslopes development. I am glad I took that drive because I see how beautiful the estates are. There are many housing settlements that seem such a lovely place to live. Sadly, many of these laidback lifestyles are going to be uprooted, making way for densely populated high rise.
After that drive, I went to have breakfast somewhere in Fettes Park. I found that I still have plenty of time in CG. So, I took my video camera and walked the grounds the saints walked. I went up to the Old Mariophile. It was so peaceful there. Birds are chirping, shady trees, flowers…such lovely place to stop and read some books.
I stopped at the grotto and asked Mother Mary to guide me where I am going. I really do not know where I am heading. When I stood at the higher most location on CG’s grounds, I could see Mt. Miriam. I missed the sweet, old lady who is probably still there in the hospital. The one who has the softest brown eyes which seem to say a lot to me, yet she can’t talk. I recalled how many times I have talked to her, telling her I wonder what’s up there with the canon and all. When I was in Mt. Miriam, I always stare at the building with the canon. When I am lost for words and not sure what to talk to the patients, I will make small talk about the building with the canon.
Now, I am no longer doing what I love doing in Mt. Miriam. And suddenly, I am on the hillock with the building and canon. It is like I have changed scene. One minute I was there, this minute I am here, looking at different side of things. I no longer do whatever I did in Mt. Miriam. And yet, for some strange reasons, I am not exactly not doing anything either.
Father Huan often mentioned that life is about change. Life is a flux. Nothing is constant. So, I guess I shall take comfort that I could still serve the Lord in different ways. And serving the Lord in my own way, inconspicuous as it is, will be the priority. And that’s what I asked Mother Mary to pray for me. That no matter which direction I go, I have Jesus with me.
As for my video, I think I am going to bring my tripod next week and make better quality video so that I can put it on College General’s blog (with Fr. EP’s approval) . The grounds the saints walked….
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