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Heartland Series 17


Sit down for a while,

Savour the breeze on your face.

The moment is here,

The moment is NOW.

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I have some of her books sitting on my shelf for the last ten years or so but I never was compelled to read them –  The House of the Spirits was published in 1982, Of Love and Shadows in 1984, Maya’s Notebook in 2011 and A Japanese Lover in 2015. The last two are e-books. I have previously read Maya’s Notebook and In The Midst of Winter but I have clearly forgotten the stories. I went back to Goodreads and I have given them both four-stars before.

Since I am done with my Goodreads’ challenge this year, I am choosing what books to read first without having to think that I have a challenge to meet. Some lazy days of reading, I guess.  Finally, it is about time I have to consider other authors  again like Isabel Allende. She  is a Chilean- American author who was born in Lima, Peru. She has written over 20 books translated from Spanish. The last time I enjoyed stories from that part of the world was when Nissa gifted me with two books by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a Colombian novelist, sadly though, before I finished Love In The Time of Cholera, they were both destroyed by flood Ondoy back in 2009. They were never replaced but I like to reread One Hundred Days of Solitude.

Going back to Allende, I am presently reading Of Love and Shadows.  Still in the first few chapters of the book. Would you believe, I found a movie adaptation of the book  with   a voice translation. I’m gonna explore that some other time maybe.

Last night I was distracted playing Wordscapes on my tab. I am on level 121 and I don’t want to lose my earned points just to look for clues. It is hard but challenging.

Heartland Series 16


Dear LORD,

I trust and believe You will see me through the many decisions and problems I will encounter.

Amen.

Musings On A Monday Morning


What a lovely way to spend Monday morning attending mass online. St. Paul  Media have daily masses now. Fr. Pao, who is a friend on Facebook was the mass presider. What a lovely homily. He said and I quote:

For those who believe, no sign is necessary,

For those who do not believe, no sign is possible.

Good news are always welcome. I learned this morning that our family friend Fr. Aly is transferring as parish priest to our town, Our Lady of Light Parish. Years ago, that was back in 1995, he was an assistant vicar at the said parish and he was the one who was assigned to bless our home. He was just about two years into the priesthood. He became our friend, the kids loved his stories about seminary life when  he  visited us in several occasions in the past.  He was then transferred to three more parishes in other cities and towns in our province. He was the one who officiated at Nissa’s wedding eight years ago. I messaged him a while ago and he said he will be here in Cainta by November 11. What a blessing! It is always nice to get in touch with old friends. Looking forward to meeting him again soon.

Yesterday was quite a busy one for me. I spent the afternoon weeding and trimming our snake plants outside our fence. My goodness, these people who pass by our place (it is a corner lot  very near one of our inner gates in the subdivision) are so careless with their trash – cigarette butts, candy wrappers, plastic with straws  from soft drinks they buy in nearby sari-sari stores. Did you know that cigarette butts are the most common form of plastic litter in the world? Our place has the same problem. They just throw their litter haphazardly about the place and our outside garden is not spared from it. I wonder when they’ll be disciplined enough to dispose of their trash properly.

I’ve always said that those trash that you throw with not a care about the environment would eventually come back. When the rainy season sets in and the streets get flooded, they are carried away and they clog the drains and water outlets causing flash floods.

Let’s protect our environment. Let’s protect our world.

 

Heartland Series 15


Let’s  all be channel of blessings to each other.

Good Old Memories


If you’re on Facebook,  you’re probably familiar with their Memories app where you get to see  every day some of your posts and shoutouts from previous years. I love reminiscing about those somehow forgotten moments until they stare at you in the face….then you remember.

I can’t recall if  I wrote this previously here back in October 2015 or if  I wrote it originally at Facebook.  Anyway, I am sharing it here (maybe for the second time around). Senior moments and can’t really recall when I wrote it exactly. I told you, out of the thousands of posts I’ve written, I can no longer remember the others.  There was a time when I used to write all  the titles of my posts in my journal  but when I reached around 600, I got tired of it ands never came back to update it. By the way, I just changed the opening line from six years to ten years.

TEN YEARS. A long time to share one’s thoughts in cyberspace. I never thought that I will last this long in the blogging world. It gets more addicting when you find new friends who really and sincerely admire your posts and read everything down to the misplaced comma or misspelled word. Maybe if I would collate all these from the first few lines I wrote when I started, I’ll have a thick book by now. Scattered thoughts, broken dreams, unfulfilled promises, disappointments, happy and delirious moments that I just have to write about because seeing them in print (even just in this platform) is the only way I know how. Somehow when you feel so alone in a crowd, you turn to something that would make your world a little brighter even just for a few moments.

The good thing about writing your thoughts (but not necessarily sharing them to the world) is that you learn to cope with the dark days and see the promise of a new day. The sun always rises even if there is a storm but you don’t always see it. You look back and sometimes you wonder, did you really think that it would make a big difference to the world or make a dent in yours? I must admit, there is that kind of self-fulfillment when you write no matter how mundane or unimaginative your thoughts are.

 

 

Heartland Series 14


It was just like the way you wanted. Sunday mass. Early morning sunshine and a cup of black coffee to meet the day. Scrambled egg and hot pandesal.