Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
She supports you as you take your first steps, say your first words and have your first temper tantrum.
On your first day of school she walks you to you classroom and leaves you, holding back tears until she is out of sight.
You become a teenager; learn to drive a car, go out with your friends, stay out past curfew. You tell her to stop being overprotective you when she warns you about drugs, drinking and driving and a world gone mad.
Then one day you get married and have a child of your own and in that exquisite moment; when you look at your baby's face for the first time, you think of her and all the love she felt for you fills your heart and you finally understand the heart of a mother.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Where would we be without our treasured photographs?
Photos capture our happiest memories and immortalize them for all time. They carry us from one joyful moment to the next; leaving out all the hardships that fall in between. They move us, make us laugh and stir our senses.
Weeks before your 5oth birthday you rummage through an old tattered album and come across a photo of yourself as a child.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I made my way through the lively crowd and street side musicians gathered in Campo dei Fiori in Rome.
As I left the hubbub I noticed an unassuming fountain sitting on the outskirts of the piazza; no one paid any attention to it.
I stopped and walked toward it. My sandals were quickly sprayed by water droplets. I looked at the date at the top of the fountain, 1872 and I asked a passing citizen, "Is that the year it was made?"
"Yes, it never stops. Many fountains in Rome have been spraying for hundreds of years." he smiled proudly.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
In the turmoils of life filled with the constant need to be doing and moving, I found a few moments of divine silence.
St Peter's in Rome is perhaps the greatest tribute to the greatness of what human beings can create. Walking through the threshold of the central doors my eyes were blessed with breathtaking visions of sculptures and paintings.
Turning to the immediate right my gaze fell upon Michelangelo's Pieta; the sculpture of Mother Mary holding Jesus in her arms after his Crucifixion. Centuries after his death Michelangelo's statue moves the people around it to tears. His words resonate in the space surrounding his masterpiece, "I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible."
With all this beauty one single stain glassed window at the front of the church, aligned directly with the central doors beckoned me. As I walked toward it I saw rays of sunlight pouring through illuminating the sculpture at its base. A dove, the universal symbol of all that is pure, innocent and good gleamed in the centre. It's message was clear, "Have faith!"