The raindrops linger
And I stand here….
Savoring the quiet
Of a misty morning.
The raindrops linger
And I stand here….
Savoring the quiet
Of a misty morning.
Posted in blessings, blogging, family life, Happiness, health, journeys, life, silence speaks, tagged a bit of myself, blogging, family life, life, my 4th year at WordPress, silence speaks, thoughts and ramblings on May 11, 2013 | 13 Comments »
I came across this program early this morning on PTV4, a government-owned channel that featured ASEAN member countries. It made me quite nostalgic seeing those features on handicrafts and hand-made products using materials which are locally grown. I remember the early years of childhood when I was growing up in the province. Back then, my mom used to stay a lot with Dad here in Manila so my older brother and I were left to the care of our maternal grandma until both of us graduated from grade school and we transferred to UST to spend our high school years there. Growing up having a simple life made me appreciate simple things and embraced what I learned early on.
A friend posted a prayer in our group accompanied by this beautiful painting of a mother and child. Coincidence? Maybe. I planned earlier to blog about mat weaving which I learned from Baing Cion (Bai or Baing is the local equivalent of a grandmother in our Pangasinan dialect).
This is called Mag-ina sa Banig, a 1960 painting done by Nestor Leynes. I thought this is a perfect capture of the simplicity of provincial life forty or so years ago. No aircon to speak of, no TV disruption to idle your time away. That bamboo flooring was enough to enjoy an uninterrupted sleep. It was always cool to the touch and so easy to clean. Buffing it with semi-dried banana leaves was enough.
My grandma taught me how to weave sleeping mats ( like the one you see in the picture) made of buri palm which we had plenty of back then. We would gather buri palms, dry them in the sun then remove the middle portion when they are dried, roll them one by one into as big as a plate then when it is time to weave a mat, we would cut them into long strips by using wood-mounted razor blades for uniform width. More than learning the art of weaving, I enjoyed those endless stories which would usually start during the 2nd World War and how they survived as a family and always ends with how she raised her kids with the emphasis on Mom being the brightest of the four girls.
Oh, I almost forgot, today I celebrate my 4th year at WordPress as a blogger. The first two years were mostly about my journey as a cancer patient/survivor and the next two were random entries about life, faith, gardening, photography and such. Life is good and I am well. Thank God for all the wonderful blessings.
I hold it in the palm of my hand
And I wonder how many beaches it has traveled
Or how many times it was washed up
by the angry burst of noontide.
I wonder, has it ever reached your shore?
Time has perfected its shape
But it never stays in one place.
It goes with the tide and roll with the waves
And place itself where I could see it
glistening in the sand.
Now you ask what love is -
I don’t know.
Maybe, just like this sea glass
It would show itself when you’re not looking
Maybe, just like this sea glass
It would come glistening on your footpath.
But you will never recognize it
Because your heart has turned to stone.
Posted in blogging, journeys, life, ramblings, silence speaks, thoughts, tagged a bit of myself, blogging, guilty pleasures, life, silence speaks, thoughts, thoughts and ramblings on April 17, 2013 | 10 Comments »
A friend who is an avid Facebook user asked me once why I am not using the networked blogging platform of FB. Although I am an avid Facebook user too, because my religious friends and I have a page to update, I am still not convinced that it is wise to share all your thoughts in such a chaotic world like Facebook. There is that hesitant feeling that my blog won’t be safe if I announce it to the whole world that I blog at WordPress. I know, I know, you might say that the latter is public too and anybody would be able to find you, right? I just feel protected using this blogging platform than anywhere else. If Facebook is a game, they are forever changing the rules. It’s either you delete your account or stay on the sidelines. I still link some posts though but they are limited to my friends. I am not after the number of viewers who visit my blog, I’d rather have a meaningful exchanges of comments with fellow bloggers who truly appreciate what I write. Same holds true with each post that I like and each blogger that I follow. I may not always leave comments but I appreciate what they share. Less than a month from now, I’ll be celebrating my 4th year into blogging. I celebrate the date that I posted my first blog and not the time when I bravely opened an account at WordPress, not knowing how to go about it and it took me more than a year to have the courage to update my blog here. It is not easy to share your thoughts to everyone, it is not easy to open yourself to people you don’t know from Adam but the nicest feeling comes when someone says, he/she is inspired by what you share.
I wouldn’t know how long it would take me to blog and find words to express my thoughts, I wouldn’t know how long it would take me to snap those pics that I share here but then, the feeling of fulfillment that I get is reward enough. Looking back, I just could not believe that I have posted about 1,204 entries at Dreams and Escapes and around 240 entries at my three other blogs that I have here. Dreams and Escapes has quietly reached 194,931 views as of this writing. My heartfelt “thank you” from all of you.
Posted in Caleruega, gardens, Happiness, inspirational, life, photography, reflections, silence speaks, tagged a bit of myself, Caleruega, inspirational, life, nature, photography, reflections, silence speaks on April 16, 2013 | 9 Comments »
Sometimes, life needs to be taken one small step at a time so you can learn to appreciate what is in front of you and look back with fondness what you left behind.
Posted in Close to Nature, Closer to God, Happiness, inspiration, inspirational, life, literature and Fiction, Mary Oliver Quotes, nature, photography, poems, silence speaks, tagged books, Close to Nature, Closer to God, inspirational, life, Mary Oliver, nature, New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver, photography, poems, silence speaks on April 9, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Amazing! There is always something new every time I read Mary Oliver’s poems and you get to imagine the scene while appreciating every word. You get to open your eyes to the way she sees the world – and you smile because somehow she has accurately described what you feel. I can’t wait to read her new book, A Thousand Mornings which a friend bought for me.
Value time, value each moment, love nature! Expressed in simple words but touches the core of your being. So much to learn, so much to appreciate just reading her poems.
Song of the Builders
On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God -
a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside
this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope
it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.
Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.
But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?
Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.
When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking
to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?
Posted in chemotherapy, Closer to God, Faith, life, reflections, silence speaks, tagged a bit of myself, blogging, Closer to God, Easter 2013, life, reflections, silence speaks, thoughts on March 30, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
March is rapidly fading into oblivion but I still look forward to tomorrow. Easter brings that lovely feeling of being reborn – a new hope, a new beginning. Easter is one of the most important feasts in the Catholic calendar.
It’s been a quiet week, highlighted by the celebration of the Last Supper mass and watching Siete Palabras on TV. I’ve cried my eyes out the past week. Yes, tears are just a blink away but they’re really not tears of sadness because I am lonely, they’re more of that feeling of reaching out, taking a grasp at the beauty of life and remembering the past and such. I do appreciate these moments of silence that Holy Week brings but my mind is still pregnant with thoughts that I somehow wanted to share but cannot translate into words. I’ve missed our yearly Visita Iglesia, my son has to report to work the past two days and I don’t know how to drive so I just visited the nearby church, a few minutes away from the house.
Why do I sometimes torture myself reading something that reminds me of those days when I was having treatments – endless hospital visits, blood tests, chemotherapy and doctor visits? It just happened that the book I recently read deals on how to survive and prepare one’s self for the inevitable. There’s no telling that no matter how careful you are, at one time in your life, a loved one or a family member becomes a victim too. But then, the glorious moment of knowing that you will get well and having that gargantuan faith in a loving Creator is more than enough to make you feel that you are truly, truly blessed.
I had a long chat with a friend last night and we touched on so many issues and things dear to the heart. One such subject that we never get tired of sharing is about our respective families. She has an eight-month old baby girl and I have baby Nate to talk about. I told her that when my two kids were growing up, I didn’t notice much of their everyday development because I was working. It’s quite different though when you’ve got so much time in your hands and appreciate everything you see and even blog about it. Who knows, if blogging was in vogue thirty years ago, I might have filled up all the empty spaces allowed. I still keep their “love letters”, those small notes that I got to receive every day taped at our bedroom door, I regret though that we were not able to save most of the pictures of their younger years. Our photo albums were destroyed by typhoon Ondoy and even if those shots were painstakingly dried and restored by my son, some pictures were blurred at the edges.
Happy Easter everyone!