Reading Paulo Coehlo’s The Valkyries in the Spirit of Christmas: Love, Courage and God’s Glory

In my attempt to make this celebration a meaningful one, beyond spending it with family and dearies, I decided to open this gift to self book I have long bought and is reserving for special occasion or for right moment to read and to explore.

I was first caught with this question on the first paragraph: ‘Something that is of great importance to me?’

And then the book ended up talking of love – true love, of courage to win and of angels. And reading it at this time when Jesus was born, I kind of connected these words J. said to Paulo in this occasion:

You have died and been reborn many times. All you have to do is remember

We do this yearly. We remember God’s love every 25th of December when he gave us Jesus. And then we become merry and joyous because we know we are loved and we are blessed. But what else do we need to remember?

It is for love, for victory and for the glory of God

LOVE

‘Love of God and of others shows us the way. Accept all that is wrong about us – and despite it, believe that we are deserving of a happy life – little by little our defects will disappear, because one who is happy can look at the world only with love

COURAGE

Have courage! Open your heart, and listen to what your dreams tell you. Follow those dreams, because only a person who is not ashamed can manifest the glory of God

GOD’S GLORY

You will still have many problems in your life, some of them normal, some of them difficult. But from now on, only God’s hand will be responsible for everything – you will interfere no more

God has the right to destroy me. I do not

If all these are that easy and simple, why is this question so disturbingly enlightening: Why do we always kill the things that we love?

And here are the words from Paulo in an attempt to make sense of it – of killing the things we love:

Because (we) are desperately in need of help. (We) have won important things for (ourselves), but we are going to destroy them, because we tell (ourselves) that they have lost their meaning. (We) know it’s not true. (We) know they are still important, and if (we) destroy them, (we’ll) be destroying ourselves as well … it’s just that the unknown was becoming too familiar to (us)

And Valhalla’s words:

Everyone has at some point in our lives, enter into such an agreement (not to win when victory is possible) … before long, (we) had destroyed all meaning in (our) lives because (we) just didn’t care about (ourselves) anymore

And it all boils down to finding meaning in our life – to answering the why’s? Why are we doing some things? Why are we celebrating this occasion? Why do we love and still believe in angels?

I kind of see myself in Rhoda who ‘have loved many … but spurned true love’.

And in Valhalla herself who, compared to Chris, Paulo’s wife, Valhalla ‘knew the arts of war by heart but had forgotten the lessons of love, knew the five rules of victory and had slept with every man she desires but she had forgotten the art of love’

May we all have a meaningful celebration this Christmas and may we not forget to spread love and light to all we come across with!

Some things are so important that you have to learn them on your own

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Life Begins with a Clean Slate; Living Again … When you Learn How to Stop

If there are two most important things we cannot take for granted in this life, those are time and the words we say.

One of my greatest inspirations, Steve Jobs, said ‘ You cannot connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect them looking backwards’

Looking at what has been my life for more than 25 years, I literally lived it backwards.

For the first 23 years, I acted as if I know it all. I lived independently and purely on and for my own. I explored the things around me and I didn’t wait to experience it all.

At 24, I experienced my ‘first love’ and I finally opened my self to another person wholeheartedly and unconditionally.

At 25, I  felt the greatest heart break and it has taken me back to where I should really start – to begin to understand life and the essence of living – living not for oneself, but for others.

‘Slowly but surely’ – this is how I thought I always work. What I fail to realize is I’m taking my time by doing it one at a time – I live. I love. I learn.

I was doing it all wrong. Still, I didn’t see it that way even after God gave me a clean slate to work on.

I’m so busy getting my way to get back on track as if that will put meaning to those 25 years of my life. And each time I thought I’m almost there – about to start a new chapter of my life – there will always be delays and postponements and a lot of ‘dead times’ in between. And this happens over and over again for the last one and a half months and counting.

So I stopped.

If there are two things we cannot take for granted in this life, those are time and the words we say and there’s NO RUSH when it comes to these.

‘One lives in the hope of becoming a memory’,  Antonio Porchia said.

And a meaningful memory I want to live and to leave so I’ll take my time. This time, I’ll do it all at the same time – love and live and learn at God’s perfect time.

In the meantime … tick tock tick tock. Love, Rikki.

Today I Fell in Love with Antonio’s Voice

I knew people like him. And people like him never fail to catch my interest and curiosity. I never really meant to stalk him – no, it was never really my intention. I was only trying to know him a little more.

Antonio.

Oh, how, I love the sound of his name. I love even just the thought of speaking his name.

I knew people like him but this is the first time I encountered him. Where was he during my five years in college? Why haven’t we met even when I did a teaching stint for one sem? Where have you been all my life, Antonio?

But Antonio’s more complicated than I thought he was.

I knew people like him and I know they are not the typical ones. No, they are hard to understand. One usually needs to go deep just to have a glimpse of what they are – of what they are trying to say, at least.

Antonio’s different.

He’s easy to read but he won’t let you have just one understanding of what he’s putting into your head.

I knew people like him but in his complicatedness, I got more into him I even felt we are connecting in ways more than I could ever imagine.

And then Antonio said, ‘times when I understand myself a little, I understand others less’. Maybe I was already understanding Antonio and the people like him a little that’s why I’m struggling with what I’m trying to point out here.

I feel for Antonio, feel like I and him – we are just the same. I feel exactly the same thing he does. We connected instantly – or I connected to Antonio in an instant.

Antonio and his Voice, I shall never forget.

I knew people like him. They are admired but are usually forgotten. I don’t want Antonio to be just like them. Complicated and mysterious as he is, it doesn’t matter. Today I fell in love with Antonio’s Voice, and I will never let another poet to just be silenced.

the man behind the Voice

‘One lives in the hope of becoming a memory’. 

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