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What Happened to Sunday

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

Today our life and work rarely feel light, pleasant or healing. Instead, the whole experience of being alive begins to melt into the one enormous obligation. It becomes the standard greeting everywhere;”I am so busy.”

We say this to one another with no small degree of pride. The busier we are, the more important we seem to ourselves and, we imagine, to others. To be unavailable to our friends and family, to be unable to find time for the sunnset, to whiz through our obligations without time for a single mindful breath-this has become the model of a successful life.

Because we do not rest, we lose our way. We lose the nourishment that gives us help. We miss the quiet that gives us wisdom. Poisoned by the belief that good things come only through tireless effort, we never truly rest.

This is not the world we dreamed of when we were young. How did we get to terribly rushed in a world saturated with work and responsibility, yet somehow bereft of joy and delight?

We have forgotten the Sabbath. Sabbath is the time to enjoy and celebrate what is beautiful and good-time to light candles, sing songs, worship, tell stories, bless our children and loved ones, give  thanks, share meals, nap, and walk. It is time to be nourished and refreshed as we let our work, our chores and our important projects like fallow, trusting that there are larger forces at work taking care of the world when we are at rest.

The World As I See It

Saturday, February 2nd, 2008

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving. I am strongly drawn to a frugal life and am often oppressively aware that I am engrossing an undue amount of labor of my fellow-men. I regard class distinctions as unjustified and, in the last resort, based on force. I also believe that a simple and unassuming life is good for everybody, physically and mentally.

To inquire after the meaning or object of one’s own existence or that of all creatures has always seemed to me absurd from an objective point of view. And you everybody has certain ideals which determine the direction of his endeavors and his judgments. In this sense I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves-this ethical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been kindness, beauty, and truth. Without the sense of kinship was men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed to me empty. The trite objects of human efforts-possessions, outward success, luxury-have always seemed to me contemptible.

三口之家

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

柔和的燈光,我抱著她那嬌小的身體,滿腦子和內心充滿著無法用言語表達的激動。一個多麽脆弱的小生命啊!從懷她出生的那一刻起,我們一個三口之家正式成立了。woman.jpg

原來一個小生命竟是如此的神奇,因為它的存在,我和他開始才真正領悟到責任、信任、付出和愛的關連性。早在大約十個月以前,我們已是一對分分合合,聚散無常的有著五年婚姻的夫妻,我們各自的覺得乏味而毫無情趣的情感生活歸咎於工作忙。顯然這只是一個借口,真正的原因其實大家心裏都清楚,那就是覺得兩個人的家不是一個真正的家。通常人們都會把婚姻中的兩個人稱之為小兩口,而三個人的稱之為一家。看來社會在無形中存在這種對家的概念定位,所以我們也不例外。

自從我發現自己有懷孕的一些徵兆時,他就開始激動的像個手足無措小孩。當晚他就立馬到樓下超市一次就買了五個測孕棒,我注意到他遞給我測孕棒時,手是發抖的,我感受到一個急切想要當父親的興奮。關上門,我在洗手問裏測試時,他在門外急燥不安的來回走動,還不時的問情況怎麽樣。當結果出來時,我並沒急著拿給他看,而是冷靜的找開門拿著顯示為陽性的測試棒給他我喜歡看他驚喜那的樣子,他迫不及待地拿起來看,並對了對說明書。當他知道我已懷孕時,興奮的抱起我,把我放在床上,他在我的臉頰和額頭上親吻了數分鍾,然後,用臉輕輕的貼在我的肚子上,那種溫柔和纏綿還是第一次我所體會到的。

他變了,變得越來越像一個居家好男人。每天一下班就准時回家,爭著做家務活。他變成了真正的一家之主,時常會打電話回來提醒我多穿件衣服、開暖氣、問我有什麽不舒服或是今晚我想要吃什麽。我從沒想到他的改變,會令我感受到如此的溫馨,或許這就是一個家的溫馨吧。

The Circus Tickets

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

s-circu4.jpgOnce, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy ticket for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and ticket counter.

This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn’t have a lot of money.

Their garments were not expensive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing inline, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night.

One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack, standing proud as could be.

 The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

He was smiling and basking in pride, looking back at her if to reply, “You got that right.”

The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, “Please let me buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus.”

The ticket lady quoted the price. The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, and his lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked,”How much did you say?’

The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn’t have enough money.

How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn’t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. ( We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)

Relative links about Garment

My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell over of your pocket.”

The man knew what was going on. He wasn’t begging for a handout certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the$20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear running down his cheek, he replied, “Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.”

May father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn’t go the circus that night, but didn’t go without.

Relative links about Garment

Sai Kai Solutions

Leading Industry in Vietnam

What Happens to Garment in 2007?

WTO Agreement on Textile

沏茶的啟示

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

tea.jpg一個屢屢失意的年輕人千裏迢迢來到普濟寺,慕名尋到老僧釋圓,沮喪地對他說:“人生總不如意,活著也是苟且,有什麽意思?”

釋圓靜靜聽著年輕人的歎息和絮叨,末了才吩咐小和尚說:“施主遠道而來,燒一壺溫水送過來。”

不一會兒,小和尚送來了一壺溫水,釋圓抓了茶葉放進杯子,然後用溫水沏了,放在茶幾上,微笑著請年輕人喝茶。杯子冒出微微的水汽,茶葉靜靜浮著。年輕人不解地詢問;“寶刹怎麽溫茶?”

釋圓笑而不語。年輕人喝一口細品,不由搖搖頭:“一點茶香都沒有呢。”

釋圓說:“這可是閩地名茶鐵觀音啊。”

年輕人又端起杯子品嘗,然後肯定地說:“真的沒有一絲茶香。”

釋圓又吩咐小和尚:“再去燒一壺沸水過來。”

又過了一會兒,小和尚便提了一壺冒著濃濃白汽的沸水進來。釋圓起身,又取過一個杯子,放茶葉,倒沸水,再放在茶幾上。年輕人俯首看去,茶葉在杯子裏上下沉浮,絲絲清香不絕如縷,望而生津。

年輕人欲去端杯,釋圓作勢擋開,又提起水壺注入一線沸水。茶葉翻騰得更厲害了,一縷更醇厚更醉人的茶香嫋嫋了升騰,在禪房彌漫開來。釋圓這樣注了五次水,端在手上清香撲鼻,入口沁人心脾。

釋圓笑著問:“施主可知道,同是鐵觀音,為什麽茶味迥異嗎?”

年輕人思忖著說:“一杯用溫水,一杯用沸水,沖沏的水不同。”

釋圓點頭:“用水不同,則茶葉的沉浮就不一樣。溫水沏茶,茶葉輕浮水上,怎會散發清香?沸水沏茶,反複幾次,茶葉沉沉浮浮,終釋放出四季的風韻:既有春的幽靜夏的熾熱,又有秋的豐盈和冬的清冽。世間蕓蕓眾生,也和沏茶是同一個道理。也就相當於沏茶的水溫度不夠,想要沏出散發誘人香味的茶水不可能;你自己的能力不足,要想處處得力、事事順心自然很難。要想擺脫失意,最有效有方法就是苦練內功,提高自己的能力。”

年輕人茅塞頓開,回去後刻苦學習,虛心向人求教,不久就引起了單位領導的重視。       

The Symbol of A Kiss

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

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I was a virgin kisser as a fresher. A few years after turned twenty, I vowed to keep my ”vow( my first kiss will be given to my husband)” tied until a man appeared and promises to commit himself to the whole package. That’s quite a level from an in novice kisser at the altar to consummate unwrapping of the wedding.Physical experiment never be engagement period to be a time by God.— which quickly turns passionate when you are in love — carries a current intended to light a fire. In the ancient time, the Hebrew word for “kiss” is derived from the primary root meaning “to kindle.” I don’t want to open the matchbox. “Why preheat the oven when you can’t cook the roast?” as Doug Wilson puts it in Her Hand in Marriage. We see this truth reflected in places ranging from scripture to literature that has endured for centuries. Song of Solomon 8:4 says not to arouse love until the right time. The fairy tales of Sleeping Beauty and Snow White Princess hold a deeper symbolism: a kiss is (and should be) an awakening. I want to guard my fiancé; I want him to be asleep to me until we are one before God. There will be other ways of showing affection without arousing passion