goodbye

On Friday my dear dog Kaya passed away. We knew this goodbye was at our doorstep...

But i am sad anyhow... sad and grateful to have had a good friend like him.



I brought him to a cremation centre and some of my friends declared me insane to spend so much money on a dead dog. But it is a way of showing my respect to a noble soul, who was with me for 16 years.

Goodbye Kaya, wonder if we will meet again...but i will treasure your sweet memory.



This is his last picture taken the day before he died... with my reflection in his eyes.

And that is how he died with his "face" in my hands and with his half blind eyes staring at me... until his gentle heart stopped beating.



Goodbye, goodbye, be well there...

man in blue

In London lives a sikhbrother of mine Harjinder Singh. Since he is always dressed in blue, he is ...(what do you think?) "the man in blue".
He is born in The Netherlands, lived a long time in India and is settled now in England.
Now and then he comes over to Belgium and visits our sangat.
So take a look at his blog and read about his latest visit over here (and a lot of information on sikhism, a good column, a strong point of vue etc...)

http://maninblue1947.wordpress.com/

loyal friend

First of November i should have left for India. i delayed my trip with a few months because of various reasons.
Some of these reasons were located in India and well known. Problems that are almost solved...
But deep in me there were other reasons that were keeping me here, unknown reasons at that moment.
And last week one reason became clear when i went to the vet with my dog Kaya. My sweet and loyal friend is diagnosed with cancer.
There is no cure. So we wil not torture him with operations and treatments, we will give him his last weeks, months as comfortable as possible. Pain will be the benchmark. His pain.
There is no cure for my pain either, but that will not be the issue, i will be with him every moment.
My sweet and loyal friend...

can not believe it!

i can't believe it....
it makes me sad and very upset...
rolmodels should be perfect, that is why they are a rolmodel, isn't it?
but they seem to be human like anybody else, with human worries and human stories.

and yet, they are still my rolmodels, because they seem to deal with their problems without loosing touch with Waheguru.
Waheguru, bless them both!

Dhanasri Mahhia Panjva

Aukhi ghari na dekhan daiyee apna birdh samalay,

Hath daye rahhay apnay kau sas sas pritpalay,

Prabh siyu lag rahiyo mera cheet,

Aadant Prabhu sada sahayee dhan hamara meet (rahau)

Mun bilas bhayay sahib kay achraj dekh badaee,

Har simar simar anand kar Nanak, Prabh pooran paij rakhaee (p. 682)

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The Lord does not allow his servants to face their difficult hours alone;

this is His prerogative.

With His protecting hand, He takes care of His own

servants at every moment of their lives.

Let your heart remain attached to the Lord.

From the beginning of life to its end, the Lord is ever our Helper. How great is the Lord.

(pause and reflect on this)

As if witnessing the marvelous greatness of the Lord, my heart is delighted.

The Lord will protect the honour of those, who meditate on Him. (p.682)

mirror

most indian people don't like dogs...

which is a problem with all my sikh visitors. they don't realise my dog is the sweetest animal in the world. but yes he likes to lick your hands, it only means he likes you!!!!

during the years he becomes more and more a mirror to me:

he can not see very well lately (so do i, but i wear glasses to write and read and of course i don't have to catch a ball),

he can not hear very well (so do i, but of course i don't have to guard this house and bark when someone is at our door),

he is getting grey (so i am aka kabuttar),

he likes food (yes, so do i),

he likes to be with me all the time (and i like to be with him, but i am not waiting on the doormat, when he is out for a walk)

he is crazy about little princess (so i am of course, but nobody will doubt that)

so it is true that a dog and his "bossie" look like each other...

oh yes and i am faithful too... and sweet (if i may say so myself)... but i use the toilet instead of every tree in the park

chai

stories told by a good cup of chai...

silly, you made me laugh

that's why friends are for...