Walk

We went back to Via Dolorosa where our LORD walked on His way to Calvary; being where JESUS walked before He died was indescribable. I am in awe.

Jerusalem, Israel

Crab Cravings

Charleston, Oregon

Early morning run for coffee and crabs. Locals say getting live crabs in the area has been challenging for individual buyers nowadays so I got me some freshly cooked crabs this morning from the restaurant. Steam rice plus crab dipped in vinegar… cravings/crab fix satisfied! Yay!👍👍👍

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Incredible Sunset

Beautiful sunset by Face Rock in Bandon, Oregon

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Which One, Red or Green Chile Sauce?

Our 3 hour guided tour of the downtown Santa Fe Plaza area with Victor got us a glimpse of its historic storied past, undoubtedly a vibrant town with myriad of galleries from end to end, stopping by several neighborhoods including visits to San Miguel Catholic Church, the oldest Church structure in the US (1610), and the miraculous Loretto chapel staircase.
And the food? It’s primarily traditional Mexican dishes recreated with New Mexican spices: lots of red and green chile peppers sauce, posole, and slow-cooked beans. We had lunch at The Shed recommended by our guide… I had the Poblano Relleno Plate, roasted poblanos stuffed with Muenster cheese on tomato sauce and sautéed onions with pinto beans and Spanish rice; Ernie had the Carne Adovada Plate, lean pork slow-roasted in a marinade of Shed red chile, garlic & oregano, with blue corn enchilada with cheddar cheese & onion, covered with red chile, with pinto beans & posole. So delicious! We couldn’t resist their French apple pie topped with ice cream end whipped cream. (We waked 4 miles to offset the extra carbs😜).

Santa Fe, New Mexico

Hideout in Santa Fe…

Stayed at this lovely inn located in the downtown Santa Fe, a few blocks from the Cathedral.

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I’ll Take the Wheat Beer!

Austin, TX

Walked 8.5 miles in different neighborhoods… not bad for our first half a day in Austin. The city has beautiful outdoor spaces with diverse cuisines. I know for certain that Austin takes eating and drinking seriously 😀 One sausage/beer garden we went to had more that 200 kegs for 200 plus beers! That’s a lot of beer! Ended the night with a dinner at Lenoir… their crab fingers were the best. I look forward to eating breakfast tacos in Austin.

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The best pizza pot pie!

Finally had the pizza pot pie! So delicious! Carb/fats overload continues😜. Well, we did a 6.5 mile walk today so that should be taken into consideration.. 😜😜😜

Chicago, IL

#pizzapotpie #travel #chicagopozzaandovengrindercompany

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~ A Letter From A Blob of Cells ~

(Reblogged from my original post on March 2, 2013)

“There have been 56,662,169 abortions (and counting) in America since Roe vs. Wade, and Doe vs. Bolton in 1973, the two most destructive and disastrous decisions of the United States Supreme Court, which legalized abortion throughout pregnancy.”

Today is the 41st anniversary of these decisions. As followers of Christ, we are called to respectfully advance the right to life and protect the vulnerable unborn. Let us offer our prayers for these aborted babies and for babies who will be aborted.

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I have been called a lot of names
A zygote, an embryo, a fetus
A blob of cells but never a human being.
I forbid you to give in to the absurdity of the ‘pro-choice’
Hearing their point you might lose your poise.
Let the laissez-faire minds make some noise, and
Allow not the man-made imposed body of rules trick you into thinking it’s all about women’s rights
What they don’t know is you’re in it for the long run in protecting the lump of cells fight
Dare not listen to the main-stream media
For you might end up getting more of a trivia.

Allow me to tell you a little bit about myself
I have a human DNA from Day 1
A heartbeat at 18 days
Brainwaves at 6 weeks
I suck my thumb at 9 weeks
My own unique set of fingerprints at 14 weeks
I don’t get it. I’m not a person? Pardon my asking.

Although the feeling of pain is still uncertain
Let me tell you this so you can decide if the pain is real or imagined
In most cases, an instrument is used to reach into my mom’s uterus
To grasp and pull my feet into the cervix, limbs ripped off my body
Scissors are then forced into the base of my tiny skull
And my brains are sucked out
You tell me if I feel pain or not.

(I say to you then)
I’ll rise up for you, my little fella
I’ll be your voice, my tiny Ella,
When you scream and no one seems to hear yah.
You’ll get the chance to grow up shooting hoops or play hula hoops
Cinderella, Woody the Sheriff and Joe the Builder
How Dory and Nemo reunited underwater
And maybe fall in love with Edward in the Zone,
The list of what you can do goes on and on and on.

(The little he/she continues)
I imagine my mom tucking me in the bed
And I beg her for more playtime instead.
I fall asleep with the usual story
Of the Once Upon A Time starters
And the “They Live Happily Ever After.”

Yes this blob of cells after all is quite special
Full of potential,
A gift from up above
Capable of living, loving and yearning to be loved,
That happens to have a heartbeat,
Neat and sweet
To feel mommy’s warmth
And keep me safe from harm
To hear her sing a lullaby
And promise to keep me ‘till it’s time
All I’m asking is to have the same chance to live like she did
And never have to say an early goodbye, heaven forbid.

Be bold, be loud, be unintimidated
Be brave, be fearless and take courage
Bury the filth of the culture of death
Rise up and set aflame all the ways to defend the culture of life.

~ Charmed By My Sweet Beloved ~

I love the Flower early on with a sense of glee
The time to care for It at times escapes me.
Water scanty; drive to pour it almost empty.
The soil and dirt clods unbroken, the will so shaken
Weeds unpulled and the Flower unprunned
Still I wonder why the Flower has not fully bloomed.

Glory and praise seldom raised
Exalting and applauding often delayed
Thinking the grandest blessings deserved all thanksgiving
The littlest ones often set aside, claimed less fulfilling.

You called me
You yelled out for me
You shed tears for me
You pierced through my deafness
And put a halt to my blindness,
In Your hope to witness
A transformation from precipitousness to gentleness.

Your face shed its light upon me
Shining brightly, You ordered fear within me to flee,
You cast out doubt to fade away.
Your closeness has blown me away and inspired me never to go astray.

You looked kindly upon my weakness
And with a stroke of Your hand, the weariness vanishes.
You calmly brought forth and sprout a seed of newness
and hastened to my aid and assured me never to be afraid.

I had a taste of Your sweet love,
And now I desire and yearn for You, my Beloved!
I long for Your sweet embrace, that can get me hyped up, crazed and dazed,
Like a wildfire on a surface
Ablaze with love just the thought of seeing Your face.

~tm~

~ Can You Dig It? Build a PC Wagon Free Zone! ~

(Reblogged from my original post on May 29, 2012)

Got a parcel, fancy stuff of wishful disposition
A “Back to the Future” kinda science fiction ride, a supernatural wand
A sphere made out of the finest stone
No how-to-do-it manual, decrees or injunctions
Ordinances or convictions to maintain.
Script on the carton that reads: BUILD A LIFE TO BE… HOWEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE.
Will you take it as a teachable moment or a case of playing the field for a carefree life wannabe?
Run a risk, jaunt through it and take revel in it.

What kind of life do you want
Perpetual possibilities
Build a classic work of art
A brilliant piece of creative work that sets you apart.
Be on the lookout, ‘coz real wishes do come true
A rare chance of a lifetime exists knocking its way through.

Should there be party, two parties
Or embark on a third-party fantasy?
Greed, social status, massive power grabs
Create dependent, make-believe tribes
By folks who never care, willing to take bribes.
Proliferate the so-called “blob of cells” to the max
Irritate the 41% of pro-choice club who will argue this fact
But don’t worry, the 50% of pro-life crowd will have your back.

Let every man have a chance,
Not every choice to end life to advance.
Be bold, choose your battle that would rattle
Live, fight and carry on without reserve
You are after all the master of this imagined life
You either take the straight path or swerve.
Allow not a heartbeat to be smothered
Can you dig it so far, my brother?

What kind of life do you want
An advantage you’ll only get once
A shot of a lifetime
Boundless choices in abundance.
Build an army of truth with warriors of might
Pull off a fearless Breitbart Is Here kinda act and ignite
Back off the PC wagon and simply speak up for what is right
Applaud those who are bold enough to fight
the dictatorship of relativism
and courage to flee from it with activism.
Start now without an ounce of cynicism.

A fight this crucial is consequential
Anticipate long dark tunnels along your tail
Or maybe even an albatross around your neck,
And on the verge of collapse.
But let loose of the cry of despair and despondency,
For a new day is dawning,
A new start will come forth.
Foresee a silver lining at the end of the tunnel
A light that shines through in the end
By the Mighty Hand who, all along, had it all penned.

What kind of life do you want
Anything goes
Start pointing the crystal magic wand
Muttering something under your breath
Build a masterpiece of a life to be
However you want it to be.

Dig it?