Category: My Trail of Thoughts
My Trail of Thoughts is where the inner workings of my mind find their voice. This section is a personal journal—a reflective space where I share the meandering paths of my ideas, insights, and experiences. Like footprints left on an ever-unfolding trail, these writings trace my journey through life’s questions, emotions, and revelations.
Here, you’ll find a mix of musings: some light and whimsical, others deep and contemplative. Each entry is a glimpse into how I see the world and navigate my own path toward understanding, growth, and connection.
Naming God: My Personal Reflection on the Infinite Cosmos and Divine Essence
We humans have an unshakable urge to name things. Names give us comfort, a sense of control over the vast unknown. When we name something, we feel as though we’ve contained it, understood it, made it ours in some small way. And yet, when it comes to God—the infinite, the cosmos, everything visible and invisible—does… Read more
A Tale of Two Faiths
One day, during an ordinary conversation, my mother caught me completely off guard. “I know you don’t believe in God,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with a quiet sadness. The words stung—not because I didn’t believe in God, but because she thought I didn’t. “I do believe in God,” I assured her, confused… Read more
Stuck on Growing: Adventures with My Two-Year-Old Niece
Discover the joys of toddler exploration through hilarious adventures with a 2-year-old niece. From getting ‘stuck’ in toy holes to testing boundaries, this heartwarming story celebrates childhood curiosity, resilience, and growth. Perfect for parents and caregivers embracing the humor and wonder of raising toddlers. Read for laughs and parenting inspiration! Read more
The Eternal Nature of Life: A Journey Beyond Loss and Separation
Have you ever felt that life is more than what meets the eye? That there’s a connection between all things, beyond the boundaries of time and space? This is the story of my journey to understanding the eternal nature of life—a realization born from profound loss and the unshakable feeling that nothing truly dies. It’s… Read more
The Thin Veil: Mystics and Sages on the Boundaries Between Worlds
The concept of the veil appears across cultures, religions, and philosophies. It’s often described as the barrier between the material world we know and the spiritual realm that exists just beyond our perception. For some, it’s a metaphor for the limits of our human senses; for others, it’s a literal boundary that can be crossed… Read more
Still Connected: Exploring the Bond Between My Mother and Me
It’s been some time since my mother passed, but the connection I feel to her is as alive as ever. I’ve heard people say that time heals all wounds, but for me, time has simply reshaped them, like a river carving its path through stone. The bond I shared with my mom wasn’t just physical—it… Read more
Do We Create Our Afterlife with Belief?
I had a dream about my mother, and when I woke up, I felt a mix of awe and comfort. It wasn’t just a dream—it was vivid, like she was truly there, standing before me, her presence wrapped in peace. As I shared this with my father, I found myself saying something I had been… Read more
A Dream of My Mother: Love, Loss, and Healing
Not long after my mother’s funeral, I had a dream that has stayed with me ever since. In it, she was sitting on a beach, reclined on a lounger, with the waves softly kissing the shore. She looked radiant—young in a way I could never remember her being, glowing with health and serenity. But there… Read more
A prayer for my Mother
A prayer for my mother: “Dear Lord, Please embrace my mother in your loving arms, Grant her peace and eternal rest, And let her know how deeply she is missed. Guide her soul in your light, And may she find joy in your presence forevermore. Amen.” Read more
The Gospel of John: A Mother’s Quiet Faith
When I reflect on my mother’s life and faith, I find myself drawn to the two Bibles she left behind. Both were marked for the Gospel of John—a quiet yet profound testament to the beliefs she carried in her heart. My mother was Catholic. She was baptized, educated, and married in the Catholic Church, yet… Read more