The raindrops linger
And I stand here….
Savoring the quiet
Of a misty morning.
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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 |
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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.
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Posted in city gardening, flowers and blooms, gardens, life, photography, reflections, tagged a bit of myself, flowers and blooms, life, photography, silence speaks, Vanda Orchids on April 29, 2013 |
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Don’t laugh…it’s not what you think! Two nights ago (how would you categorize 3:45am…between night and morn?) I woke up to the reflection of the full moon on my bedroom window. Everything was bathed in soft light and I just could not resist going to the garden and gazing at the moon. I thought it was too late to go back to bed and still too early to prepare breakfast. Yes, why not, why not take the chance of taking a few shots with only the street lights and the light in our dining area reflecting its glow at our french windows? Crazy? Well, it was another experiment that I am glad I did.
I like this actually because it turned out like a black and white picture with my gardenia shrub on the foreground.
And this came as a bonus. My Vanda blooms turned out pretty well on a dark background.
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Posted in guilty pleasures, life, music, tagged a bit of myself, blogging, David Cassidy, family life, guilty pleasures, life, Mark Lester, music, songs of the 70's on April 25, 2013 |
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I haven’t blogged for more than a week. Has it been that long? My mom’s 84th birthday celebration last Saturday was a mini-reunion for my two brothers, their families and Nissa’s family sans of course our youngest brother and his family whom I haven’t seen for more than five years but we get in touch often through phone calls and e-mails. He’s been in the United States since 1991 and he has embraced the American way of life.
Josef and I embarked on a bold project of painting our grills and two front gates over the weekend. It’s fun to undergo something like this but the heat hinders us from working the whole day. Anyway, our gates are sporting a new look – in bold reddish maroon color. We were able to finish painting the two spans of metal grills fronting the house and there is a lot more to do in the coming weekends. It’s good, paints nowadays no longer have that strong smell that makes you cough. Davies paints are odorless and easy to apply. You need to have a good brush and roller though to make everything smooth. It is an accomplishment that I am proud of.
Last night, I dreamed I was teacher. Yes, I was teaching high school kids to appreciate music. It’s not the kind though where you need to recognize wind instruments and chimes or guitars. I was teaching them how to listen to David Cassidy singing Cherish and The Associations belting out their more popular Never My Love. Ancient you might say but I remember in my dream telling them about the British Invasion in the music world and what baby boomer means . Earlier on, a friend posted some old, old songs from YouTube and it made me remember being a child of the sixties. Then I suddenly thought of teen idol David Cassidy. I was in high school during the early seventies and one such program that I never failed to watch was The Partridge Family. Never mind that we didn’t have our own TV set and just viewed the series on a small black and white unit of our neighbor whose children loved the same program. It was such a poignant reminiscing of the good old days. I also remember another figure that I loved, Mark Lester. I used to scrimp on my allowance just to be able to buy the monthly issues of Jingle Chordbook magazines where most of the time, they had colored posters of popular singers back then. I never learned how to play the guitar though because my eldest brother who taught me was left-handed and even if I could read the chords it was hard to interpret it when you were holding it the other way. My dad used to play the guitar and even composed some songs in the vernacular and one of my uncles played the violin. I guess I was the only one who never learned, but I am proud to say I could carry a tune. So much for dreams and music. Hearing your favorite tunes from childhood makes you smile.
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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 |
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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.
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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 |
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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.
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Posted in city gardening, Close to Nature, family life, gardens, life, tagged a bit of myself, family life, gardening, life, nature, silence speaks on April 8, 2013 |
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….the calm and quiet
after a day’s work
loving the smell of newly trimmed
and seeing the repotted plants
lining up the wall
a hot cup of peppermint tea
and chocolate cookies.
another perfect day
despite the hard work.
being a gardener has its rewards…..
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