Caribbean Garden of Eden

I woke early, before the direct rays of the sun kissed my garden. I sat on the steps of the kitchen door, absorbing the early morning activities of the garden – small and medium-size iguana lizards moving slow like molasses in winter, birds behaving like persons with attention deficit disorder, bees flying gracefully making pitContinue reading “Caribbean Garden of Eden”

Chaos and Order

There’s order in chaos . . .It’s about being in the eye of the storm” – Ohad Naharin. From childhood, I am programmed to befriend order and reject chaos. I was diligently taught that it’s impossible for chaos and order to mix, like water and oil. This military-like programming excluded friendships with perceived chaotic people.Continue reading “Chaos and Order”

Universalism

Saturday night  During a WhatsApp conversation, a friend laments his utter disgust with group work assignment for an academic course. There are the procrastinators, free riders, minimalistic contributors, the talkers, the lazy ones, and others having a combination of at least two of these traits. Let’s not forget the saviour of the group who ensuresContinue reading “Universalism”

Listening to the Heartbeat of Jesus

On the feast of St. John Vianney (August 4), the priests of the Archdiocese of Port of Spain celebrated a virtual day of recollection. There was a video presentation by Archbishop Socrates Buenaventura Villegas of the Archdiocese of Lingayen-Dagupan, Philippines. He reflected on the meaning of our priesthood in COVID-19 times. Creatively, he used theContinue reading “Listening to the Heartbeat of Jesus”

Climate

Travelling in my carbon-producing motor car, the British Broadcasting Corporation news grabbed my attention. Italy records its highest temperature, 48 degrees Celsius. Algeria mourns the death of 65 persons due to summer wildfires. An island off the coast of Greece is a burning furnace.  Thousands evacuated. California battling major forest fires. Severe flooding on theContinue reading “Climate”

Listening to the Body

In the mornings, my body is like an old locomotive steam-driven train creeping like molasses in winter. In the evenings, prior to my body’s starting gun firing to begin my exercise routine, my body sluggishly goes to the starting spot. Sometimes, my “Things To Do” lists remain incomplete because of an infection of the virusContinue reading “Listening to the Body”