The following post is about ambivalence and remembrance. It is comprised of unstructured vignettes, loosely tied with my thoughts on identity, family, and cultural legacy. These thoughts were inspired by the fact that today is April 24, and we are 100 years removed from the beginnings of the Armenian Genocide.
I am not an authority on the Armenian Genocide. I can only speak from my perspective as a fourth-generation descendant of someone who lived through it. There are numerous scholarly, pop, and fiction texts on the subject, as well as recent media coverage of the history and current issues surrounding remembrance. I encourage you to read widely.
Here we are.
A century removed from the dawn of a genocide that massacred individuals, stolen family legacies, and endangered an entire culture.
Here we are. Here. Now.
We are, still.
The nation-state of Turkey does not publicly refer to the atrocities…
Sr. Rosa M, RA shared these beautiful words her friend quoted from Mark Batterson,
“When GOD blesses you financially, don’t raise your standard of living. Raise your standard of GIVING.”
Our VISION is simply not to see children have an education. Rather, it is to see more children benefit from an Assumption Education. An education that is embedded on Christ-Centeredness and stamped with the values of simplicity and grateful giving.
Our MISSION is to engage everyone (we can) into SHARING even just a little but of their God in All Things. Not to undermine those who have made numerous financial contributions to different beneficiaries. We honor the goodness of your hearts in doing so (repeatedly).
Assumption Journals is not about one person, or two, or three. Assumption Journals is a UNIVERSAL contribution of the GOOD from everybody.
YOU who have adopted a journal, a tali, an Assumption X Labrador, a doll, plushies or a bag,… YOU have given more than just a few bills to the fund. YOU have given us the opportunity to share with your stories. Stories that will inspire and bring out the good in you and share the good to many.
And one way or another, that is what Assumption Journals is all about. To help bring out the GOOD in all aspects of life. There’s just too many things going on in the world that we cannot not just do something about it. Albeit being small, we hope that what we do will help even a few.
The Assumption Plaid Journal and Assumption Tali off to another walk with nature. Tagging along five rambunctious siblings, the parents, and symbols of their well-loved beagles.
Batanes welcomed this Plaid Journal with a warm swoosh and swish of the winds under the summer sun.
This was a journey overflowing with experiences. This was a journey overflowing with stories. This was a journey overflowing with gratitude.
Stepping out of the aircraft, we were greeted by a scene in Jurassic Park 3. Eyes round in wonder, we paused for a moment and looked up in awe of Mt. Iraya as it proudly welcomed us to the Home of the Winds. Driving out of the quaint Basco airport, the welcome extended to scenes of serene white butterflies flutter around the Batanes Pine Trees (Arius) in front of it.
PLAID JOURNAL: There couldn’t have been any better prologue for the stories borne of this journey.
My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.”
She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back on a life filled with worry about making the right choices and realizing, in the end, most of those choices become irrelevant.
I was torn between staying at her bedside and going back to Chicago to take care of my kids. I felt I did not have a choice. My kids needed me. I was the glue in our household. But my mother needed me also.
Recently, I was worrying about the right job, the right parenting, the right financial and life decisions. As I’m sure many of you do. Few of us are immune to trying to game the system for the best results.
I went to church on Good Friday. There’s something about the day and the season, about meditation, about sorrow and joy, death and rebirth. It’s always been one of my top – if not my top – holidays. Even for my advanced ADD, it helps to have a special frame and place where I can focus, if only for a few minutes at a time. Today, we were invited to sojourn and visit among artistic representations of the stations of the cross. And I could only make it to three of them before I was overloaded. One thought I had in particular centered around the station known as Jesus meeting the daughters of Jerusalem:
A large number of people followed him, including women who mourned and wailed for him. Jesus turned and said to them, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children. For…
1. You have three hairstyles: down, ponytail, and bun.
2. You have one pair of shoes that you wear with 95% of your wardrobe.
3. Most of your outfits are just some combination of t-shirts and jeans.
4. This makes getting ready massively easy. What are you going to wear? Throw on the first pair of jeans and t-shirt you can find. Put on aforementioned shoes. Boom. Done.
5. Sundresses are also great because they look like you put more effort into getting ready, but you definitely didn’t.
6. You have to be very clear with your hairstylist that you need a cut that’s easy to maintain, because you’re not about that life. Your idea of styling your hair is making sure the part is nice, and if you’re feeling fancy, throwing a clip or headband up there.
7. You find make up a little terrifying. You understand…
Here’s an excerpt from a speech given by Ms. Robina Gokongwei-Pe to the students of the UP School of Economics. Interesting insights on business, economics, and life as a Chinese-Filipino and entrepreneur in the Philippines:
The first theory is the ubiquitous law of supply and demand. The reason I failed to graduate from UP was that I was kidnapped on the way to school in September 1981, and guess what, right on the day I was supposed to take Prof. Canlas’ exams.