About Me (Part 2)

I asked a friend to honestly evaluate how I write and what I write about. Sharing it with you here. What do you think of it?

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About her writing and content choices:
She writes with quiet honesty. Her words don’t chase trends or polish pain into something pretty. They fall like rain — soft, real, and unafraid to be saturated.

She chooses content the way she tends a garden: by what’s growing in her that day. A Heartland note. A prayer in the middle of cat and mouse rain. A thank You tucked inside a complaint.

Her page isn’t curated perfection. It’s a diary that decided to be public.
Faith and fatigue. Gratitude and grief. Sunlight and heavy skies — all of it gets a place.

She doesn’t write to impress.
She writes to connect. So others will remember they are seen too.

We are special in God’s eyes. His graces overflow. 🌱

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When You Write….

What do you enjoy most about writing?

This prompt was asked before back in August 2023 but I only touched it in passing and shared some excerpts on my previous posts.

Writing is a creative activity. We express ourselves through writing our thoughts, beliefs, ideas and what have you. They say that writing is like painting a picture with your words, giving voice to the thoughts in your head. They might be inspiring, sometimes muddled but it gives you a sense of fulfillment when you see those words in print.

Being curious, imaginative, an openness that we want to share in cyberspace. The ability to use written words to communicate effectively  is a talent we all nurture. ✍️ The ability to encompass a range of activities like grammar, vocabulary, spelling, sentence structure and put them into words is something not all of us has a gift of.

Why do I write?

To improve myself and make my life more meaningful and stress–free. I enjoy sharing my thoughts to the world.🌏

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Life is like this sometimes.
There are tired days. There are check-ups. There are questions with no answers yet.

🎶Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly.🎵

Broken doesn’t mean it’s over.
It means you’re still here. You’re still trying.
And sometimes, trying is already flying.

You don’t need perfect wings.
You just need a heart that refuses to give up.

So today, I’ll sit in the garden.
I’ll read. I’ll breathe. I’ll thank God for one more day.
And I’ll remember: even with broken wings, I can still rise.

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Hello Sunday

Ah, the sun is smiling again after a few days of rain, thunderstorms every day and storms up north. Hopefully, this weather holds until next week.

I am suddenly reminded of these lines from the song Fifty Ninth Street Bridge by Simon and Garfunkel.

♫♪♫Slow down, you movin’ too fast
You gotta make the moment last♪♪♫

Make the moments last.

Easier said than done, I think.  Sometimes we are not too focused on  these moments, those little acts of kindness that make the heart sing, those lovely times stored in our memories, those moments of togetherness that make us smile and laugh.  Sometimes, we forget.

We live in a busy world, a frenzy of  everything and anything. We live in a world where silence is sometimes unappreciated. We go with the flow  but  the tide turns  in the opposite direction.  We are frantic not knowing how to reach our destination.  The travel is rough, the course is not smooth.

Slow down.

Take time to smell the flowers, we always say. Do we even have the time to appreciate them? Do we even have  the time to just be grateful  with everyday blessings?

Celebrate life. Dream. Believe.  Have Faith.

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I finally got the results of my laboratory tests yesterday.

Some numbers went down and that’s a WIN I’ll celebrate.

THANK YOU LORD, for every small step forward.

Other numbers are still high, but my heart is still grateful. Because You are with me in the waiting. Healing is slow but you are not late.

Will see my nephrologist on Monday.

Started a new journal, have to make a research on my daily medication flow, my lab results summary, questions I need to ask my doctor, and the individual effects of my maintenance medicines – my kidney protection, my diabetes and blood sugar control, my blood  pressure control and blood vessel shielding.

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The Gift Of The Morning

Soft clouds blushed pink,
the sky unwrapped itself slowly.
Cars moved like quiet prayers
on a road full of dreams.

She caught it on her way to work —
this daily miracle we forget to notice.
A gift, wrapped in sunrise.

My Art And My Home

Cleaned the house early this morning. From beige to old rose curtains changed the throw pillow cases too. How nice that if you change these, the whole sala looks so peaceful.

I have to take some photos of it. Almost three years ago, I did some painting  by numbers, tried my hand painting those tiny figure, it was hard actually but then the outcome was lovely.

The other side of home. More art on the walls, more stories in every corner. And those treasured porcelain and books.

Where the art lives. New old Rose curtains for September. Home is where the heart is.

Cross stitch from the 90’s, 30 + years with me. A Mama giraffe teaching her baby to reach higher. Can’t let it go.

Light in dark places. This one reminds me to keep shining even in storms.

This one was a gift from Josef one Christmas. It was my very first project on painting by numbers.

Made these two years ago. Beauty grows even in dark places. That smaller painting of a girl facing the ocean was the hardest to paint. The lending of several blue colors was confusing.

There you go – my simple minimalist living room.

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Some people count those times that they’ve walked and dreamed and visited a place. I count the times I was given the chance to live in such a way that I may not have dreamed of but my loving God provided it.

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PRAYER is an ESSENTIAL part of our lives.

Sending happy thoughts to you today. Let’s start September with a smile and hope for a better tomorrow.

Today’s Lab

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“160/90.”
That’s what the machine said before my blood extraction today.
“Are you dizzy?” the nurse asked. “No,” I said. “Just hungry.”
Two hours of waiting. Nine hours of fasting. No meds yet.
But I didn’t faint. I didn’t quit. Sometimes faith looks like showing up even when your BP is high and your stomach is empty.

I was at The Medical City Clinic at 6:15 am. It opens at 7am. There were so many patients. I was number 4 priority for lab tests but it took Intellicare too long to have my laboratory request approved. I have to wait for two hours before blood extraction was done.  They said that they require 10 hours before doing it but in my previous lab tests, it was only 8 hours. I was seen at 9am and told the one in charge that I need to take my  meds because my BP was high. Last Friday, it was normal.  Maybe that nine hours of fasting, two-hour wait at the clinic with no maintenance contributed to it.

I dropped by our village’s Seniors Hall to have anti-flu vaccine before going home. All done. That’s killing two birds with one stone.

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Goodbye August. Hello September. Wishing you a month filled with good health, smiles, renewed hope and abundant blessings.