white lotus

I chose this white lotus for my facebook timeline background. I thought of a butterfly but it did not give me the right feel.  I as looking for an angel but to my frustration the angel looked more like a bird.  So I looked around for a flower.  This came to my attention effortlessly...it looks good in my profile..maybe this is it...

only later  that I looked for the symbolism of this flower.

Lotuses are symbols of purity and 'spontaneous' generation and hence symbolize divine birth. According  to the Lalitavistara, 'the spirit of the best of men is spotless, like the new lotus in the [muddy] water which  does not adhere to it', and, according to esoteric Buddhism, the heart of the beings is like an unopened lotus:  when the virtues of the Buddha develop therein the lotus blossoms. This is why the Buddha sits on a lotus  in bloom. In Tantrism, it is the symbol of the feminine principle. The lotuses are usually differentiated by  their colour and grouping, in three or five flowers, which may or may not be combined with leaves. White lotusThis symbolizes Bodhi, the state of total mental purity and spiritual perfection, and the  pacification of our nature. It generally has eight petals corresponding to the Noble Eightfold Path of the  Good Law. It is the lotus found at the heart of the Garbhadhatu Mandala, being the womb or embryo of the world. It is characteristic of the esoteric sects, and the lotus of the Buddhas

half-me,half-horse

it was good friday when we went to a friend's hacienda...

good way to reflect because of the deafening silence up there.  with a friend and my kids it was truly a blessed day only that I was a bit guilty for having fun while some kind of sorting out my spiritual self.

I told my children, our Lord will never forsake us for being happy on this day.  Getting a skill on horsemanship on Good Friday is "not normal" though.

There I am posing with Stone.  As I glide with her through the wind, I sensed being with nature.  And reminded me again to hold on to the ground before coming back to the office and face "work".

Thank you Lord!

my joy, my pain

my week was a mixture of joy and pain and  I might have missed out on many things...


have not been able to txt or call my husband


have not appreciated the kisses and hugs of angelo and karl


was not able to hear from Zak...


but was able to beat deadline on sales


was able to hold on to my temper


and  again was not able to greet a staff on her birthday


but was able to finally go and eat my favorite noodles


and so on and so forth

my journey