Look Down

March 2: Look Down

My 6 year old is looking up at me. This picture was taken from the top of the stairs outside of our front door. Urban and Casey were getting ready for a rubbish dump run and the girls were jumping rope. With camera in the palm of my hands, I stopped her and said, “Hey look up!”

I love looking down at the girls when I get knee hugs and I’m thankful that God chose me to be their mom and that they have someone to look up to. Right now, I look eye to eye with my teenager and my preteen son is getting there. They grow up soooo fast! And I love each and every one of them…

Love and Blessings on this beautiful rainy Sunday,
Mrs Halpern

Butterfly Kisses

During the Thanksgiving break, I babysat an aquarium full of caterpillars. Here is one of the caterpillars that morphed beautifully into a monarch butterfly.

It was so entertaining to observe the busy and very hungry caterpillars devouring their favorite food of crown flower leaves. Casey joked, “You love those caterpillars more than me!” He watching his favorite cooking shows on HULU and I glued to the caterpillar fest. Perfect circles are chewed out of new large leaves and within hours they are limp and few to nothingness. They get all long and chunky but that doesn’t stop them from crawling across flappy leaves and brittle twigs.

Then they find a place to dangle in a j for a day. As they do that, it kind of looks like a carefree child hanging from the playground monkey bars but with head and chest crunching forward with hands formed in prayer. Before it sheds its caterpillar coat to boast a newly formed jade green chrysalis, it looks as though its doing crunches. Does it hurt to morph like that? It almost looks like it is about to explode but it is actually getting ready to rip off its old skin. On the bottom of the aquarium, there are hollow shriveled up caterpillar masks.

The new shiny putty coat is embossed with a 24 karat gold colored line toward the top and specks toward the bottom. Then in about two weeks or less, the jade green casing turns into a black nugget. But when you look and focus close enough, you can see the formation of orange and black wings through a transparent skin. The morphing continues on by the hour then the butterfly breaks and crawls out of its chrysalis. It unfolds its wings and flaps in exaggerated slow-motion to ready itself for its first flight.

Being ever so gentle and patient, it is time to let go and free this beautiful creature of the Universe. It rests on dewy leaves and flutters in between flowers and children waiting still as a pole for butterfly kisses. Such a heavenly treasure to be close to this majestic creature. Malino worked very hard to stay still and get a grander look at the face of what once used to be a squirmy inch and a half of green, black, and white stripes. She got so close as to see its tiny little eyes jutting out of its newly formed and fuzzy polka dotted body. “Why are his eyes so black?”, she asked intuitively and she continued to study it as long as it was at close proximities. Once, it flew upon her supple cheeks and crawled over to her curly topped head and rested on a tendril close to her temple and it looked like a brand new butterfly clip. She shouted “ow!” at first as it ascended onto her face but I advised her to be still. And her sister and I looked in awe until it launched another short flight to a nearby purple orchid where I seized the moment to capture a butterfly kiss. Sight is indeed beautiful! Thank you Lord!





Love and blessings always…

A Beautiful Mess Thank You

Happy Aloha Friday!
Thank you to A Beautiful Mess. What a unique photo challenge! It helped me get my blog posts rolling and it was sort of like a one month introduction of who I am. One thing I do know is that after spilling my thoughts out of my cluttered mind into a journal, I do feel like a million bucks. Even though my writing isn’t worth a million bucks, the main advantage is that I am happy and comfortable in my own skin. Continue reading

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Day 29: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Mandatory Break


I was scheduled to begin work at 10:30am. At about 9:45, the nurse from school called to say that Malino has a headache and is crying. She had no fever. No tummy ache. The nurse let me talk to Malino on the phone, but once I said, “Hi Malino,” her voice cracked and she sounded inconsolable. So I told the health nurse that I’ll get ready and leave soon. Continue reading

“We Walk By Faith, Not By Sight”-2 Corinthians 5:7

Day 25: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Green Bouquet

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Via Streams in the Desert Devotional:

“As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing.” (2 Cor. 6:10.)

SORROW was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below.

When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine’s kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark’s, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

“But we can never be united,” said Sorrow, wistfully.

“No, never.” And Joy’s eyes shadowed as he spoke. “My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays.”

“My path,” said Sorrow, turning slowly away, “leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweeted of all earth-songs─the love song of the night─shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell.”

Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.

“I see Him as the King of Joy,” whispered Sorrow, “for on His Head are many crown, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever.”

“Nay, Sorrow,” said Joy softly, “but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony. I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy that I have known.”

“Then we are one in Him,” they cried in gladness, “for none but He could unite Joy and Sorrow.”

Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, “as sorrowful yet always rejoicing.”

“Should Sorrow lay her hand upon thy shoulder,
And walk with thee in silence on life’s way,
While Joy, thy bright companion once, grown colder,
Becomes to thee more distant day by day?
Shrink not from the companionship of Sorrow,
She is the messenger of God to thee;
And thou wilt thank Him in His great tomorrow─
For what thou knowest not now, thou then shalt see;
She is God’s angel, clad in weeds of night,
With `whom we walk by faith and not by sight.'”

Streams in the Desert Devotional app
2 Corinthians 5:7

Puppy Priorities

Day 19: A Beautiful Mess 30 Day Self Portrait Challenge

Title: Out the Door and Down the Stairs


Puppy Priorities

Warning: Might have gross content-maybe don’t read while eating 😛

Casey’s co-worker/friend, and also the one who gifted us with our pup, came by yesterday to administer the parvovirus vaccine. Lily got comfortable on her former owner’s lap, he gave her the shot, and she didn’t even yelp or wince from pain. What a brave little Lily!

That evening, she began to experience the side effects accompanied by the shot or so I thought. Continue reading