homeless cat

while I was looking through my window, a homeless cat was drowsing under the sun. I quickly run out, pick up the cat and uplifted him. As I cuddle the cat, my breast was flooded with the incredible warmth, but the cat fearfully mewled, he not rejoiced at the unexpectedly received security in my shelter, but was in a fear. What were my true intentions? Did I care for the homeless, or just wanted the love from other for a free?
Many of us need help, but does anybody rejoice over the forced charity? Just think. Though my penny may help a poor make his bread, yet the charity don't provide the security out of itself. The alms enslave the receiver and makes the poor the beggars. Thus the acts of kindness may turn upside down. Does it mean the generosity don't exist at all? No, it is not so. Yet the acceptance of the goodness is harder than endure the hurricane. Because we need the faith that can't be trained through gym.
I let the cat run away and my grateful look followed him for a long. I was taught the great lesson: the acts of kindness happen when our left hand is unaware about the works of the right. We either love or muse about the profit of the love and then earn then curse for the pharisaic attitude.

The acts of kindness are the sunbeans that make us happy on a beach, but the sun can painfully burn us in case we misuse the heavenly grace.

God blesses you

The colorful pictures are locked under the walls of the hospital for the people with the psychiatric disorders. The dismal mood lingers around that institution that became the home for many patients for life. The art therapy lets in the sunbeam here and thus help many recover from the depression. That should bring joy, but unfortunately the tears come out : the future is more than ambiguous- the hopeless if not your generosity - trust and support - the love.
I say so because I keep that blog on voluntary basis. I get no support from the hospital and my income is just my disability pension (the charity that is far from enough for daily living) . Such way Modus Vivendi becomes the luxury and it maybe that the blog counts its last days. Today I had the talk with the head physician. He couldn't support out attempts anyhow and suggested to call for the help via Internet. Thus this post have appeared. Your are our only hope. I need lots of things : my camera ended its days, the computer need the renewal and there are the fees for the Internet ... I don't talk about my personal problems, because while helping other (I think Modus Vivendi is exactly that) the miracles happens - the personal problems just vanish from sight, becomes the blessings.
My dear, help me to gather some money for not to stop. Your generosity is my only hope. I am eagerly looking forward to your response. All details we will discuss via email.
Peace and love
God blesses you.

welcome the world

The picture has sorrowful look in spite of the wondrous flowers that bloom under the heavy walls of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders. Yet art therapy fruits wither locked in the archives here. The pictures need the viewers. The publicity is only way for to escape the depression and therefore I plead you for watering our garden via virtual comments. Please link to us, help Modus Vivendi become sound welcome the world.

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dawn breaks

We recognize God’s love through the love of our beloved, and our love to our neighbors is our response to God’s love.

taking the test

Dear Dont be sad,

The dawn awakens the Acts of kindness and the baby's day becomes the bussy one. It was hard even to notice the moment when time to go to bed arived. Yet the Acts of kindness didn't cease. They simply changed the playground and put on the suit of the mental activity for a moment.

This change of seasons was the greatest test of my persistence in good will. Just think. It is hard even to imagine the rejoicing over the life in the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders that I have entered after the trauma that has changed my life. I could weep bitter tears and curse my sad destiny, but the blog Modus Vivendi was started in the result. It was much more than just a chronicle of the art therapy club. It was my deliberate action of the exchange of the complaints for personal sickness into the joyful reports about the discovery of the new life through personal participation in the sharing of the beauty of the heavenly colors that make the random acts of kindness the way of life of our club and mine in the concrete.

The call Be Kind Blogger depicts our outlook towards the world. That's only way to retain the dawn. Thus the being on your list means the being alive.
Thank you.