 Everything went well perfectly on the plane ride back to New York:
there was an empty seat right beside me, I enjoyed an ice cream dessert and I saw two movies and slept for the rest of the ride. Back to New York: the subway fee is the same before I left, a homeless person was showing off his possessions, the subway announcement was still mumbling; I was happy with the familiar. Everything is the same as usual, but, underneath, I knew something wasn’t right. My mind was left behind, 8,089 miles away and my heart was heavy. The trip to Hong Kong was like time travelling. Time passed by so quickly: suddenly, my sister’s kids are teenagers, my dad’s grey hairs become white, my aunt’s hands have more wrinkles than I remember and we have the cutest baby in the family! I wish I could go back in time to see people and places changing, to witness history in the making. Buddha said: “Nothing is permanent. Everything changes”. I surrender to the sadness that I was holding. I accept the time that I missed. I let go of expectations for the future. I love myself in the past and present unconditionally. Each breath is a gift from life. I breathe deeply and remember the moments in time. Life is so good to me as always. Universe, thank you for your guidance and love. Namaste, Mandy :)
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After 16 hours of flying, I am now standing on the other side of the world. The newsstands stocked with the Cantonese, the smell of rice (with Cantonese style chicken), the familiar faces and the crowded streets tell me I am definitely back home – Hong Kong. Coming back this time, we have a new member in our family. My cousin just had her first baby in March. The two months old, Ka Hei, is on the spot light 24/7 with lots of cuddles, kisses and attention. She is as small as a button and yet as loud as a giant. She came to this world, to this family, determined to show us her wanting, desire and most importantly, one of her missions – to remind us that WE ARE BORN TO BE LOVED. Love can be shown in many different ways. In my family, love is shown with: the check-in phone calls, the home-made soup and the concerns of my work and love. I admit, sometimes, I wish I was a baby under the spotlight, but, I am proud of being part of a family light brightening the journey for the next generation. I AM LOVE. I AM LOVED. IAM LOVING. It is nice to be home! Much love, Mandy :)   |
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