Friday, April 06, 2007
This lovely woman came last year to visit me in the orphanage. Of all the monkeys available, I was the one who sparked her...curiosity! I'm happy to be in my new home with my new sisters and brothers but I can't help but think of those other monkeys left behind. I should feel happy knowing that each week, she and her new husband donate 5 tonnes of bananas to help feed my monkey brethren. God bless you whoever you are!
Good Friday - Get Ready for Easter!
Here we are getting ready for Easter with the proper prayers and solemnities. Take the time to remember those in need of spiritual revitalization. “Today, even in this modern age marked by anxiety and uncertainty, we live the event of the resurrection, which changed the face of our life and changed the history of humanity,” Pope Benedict XVI
Saturday, September 02, 2006
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Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Monkeys in Buddhism
Monkeys are an important symbol in some religions including Buddhism. We are described as: calculating and intelligent, yet mischievous(hee, hee, hee), vain, and restless, akin to the human spirit and passions.
You can read a story about us here.
King Kong
We were asked to provide some thoughts on Peter Jackson's film 'King Kong.' We strongly urge that all people see this film. There is something for everyone - adventure, drama, comedy, romance and bananas. Jack Black was great as his comic self. Naomi Watts showed the tender side we primates need to feel. The special effects were amazing. I even had to close my eyes at times. Even though Kong is a gorilla and we are monkeys, we think that this film will open people's minds and hearts to what we all feel.
Tree hugger
Nothing refreshes me more than a nice climb in a tree. This reminds me of the poem 'Birches' by my favourite poet Robert Frost:
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So was I once myself a swinger of birches.And so I dream of going back to be.It's when I'm weary of considerations,And life is too much like a pathless woodWhere your face burns and tickles with the cobwebsBroken across it, and one eye is weepingFrom a twig's having lashed across it open.I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earth's the right place for love:I don't know where it's likely to go better.I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,And climb black branches up a snow-white trunkToward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,But dipped its top and set me down again.That would be good both going and coming back.One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.