I took a break from posting my reflections. Mistake, as writing about what I learn from homilies is my lifeline to God, my own encounter of Him, that a livestreamed mass gets me sobbing, realizing the depths of God”s love for mankind. 

We now can see the snow-covered Himalayas as skies in India are without pollution. 

The ozone hole in the Northern Hemisphere has healed, where before the sun’s rays could penetrate to fry us all. Imagine that!

We now have more billionaires contributing their wealth: Facebook donated to help frontliners’ fatigue by housing them near hospitals, and FB created a multimillion fund for local newspapers. We have wealthy folks participating in keeping guardians of local democracy alive and for the common good.

Oil that peaked to $140 per barrel in 2005, before the recession in 2007, is now at -$40 per barrel, cheaper than prices since 1870. 

Hands are actively serving others.

Squads of aunties are sewing masks, hundreds and thousands of them to protect the Navajos and the prisoners to be released in Adelanto. I wanted to help so I donated a meal to one of them, which she split into meals. That was the best expenditure I made that day. 

Folks are mostly awake to help others. Cafe Dulce, owned by James Choi buys meals from restaurants in Little Tokyo and Arts District, starting w/ $1,000donation now at $20,000 and twice a week, folks come to pick up dinners. What a treat for seniors!

Our profession of our faith is foreever. Our faith is tested by fires, even by this #CoronaVirus. 

I woke up weary, sad and tired. Still, I cleaned the bathroom, baked banana bread, and prepared dinner. Hubby made his bread and did the laundry. 

(1) Banana bread made with chocolate chips and walnuts (2) Avocado with butter mochi also known as bibingka, my breakfast.

After attending mass twice, one with Vatican’s Pope Francis and with Holy Family Artesia, a walk in the backyard, I am energized again.

I am happy that New Zealand is opening up their economy, construction & manufacturing. Signs of more recovery perhaps?

Do we emerge better people, consciously caring and serving others or do we become hoarders of wealth, stuff, and complainers?