Gosh, just looking at the book cover makes me drool! Just looking at the title reminds me of those early mornings when my mind is pregnant with words, words that sometimes play in my head but when I have the chance to jot them down, they always vanish like thin air. It’s the latest book of Mary Oliver and it’s not yet out in the market. Mary Oliver is a favorite author, a favorite poet. So I am borrowing the book title for my blog today and wish that there would be a thousand mornings more to enjoy life and to share the joys to others.
A Thousand Mornings And More
Living life one day at a time and enjoying every precious moment. You might think, that’s hard to do but when you’re living on borrowed time, everything is deeply felt and the heart gets appreciative of all the love and concern thrown your way. When you are given a second lease at life, every dream you hold is precious too.
Yes, I’m grateful for old friends who after all these years are still here. I see them now once in a while but the love and camaraderie are still there after all these years. I am grateful too of new-found friends who are so supportive of what I do, loving friends whom you could bare your soul without being judgmental.
Waking up to a lovely sunrise. Sunrise and sunsets, they never fail to make me smile. Seeing the dawn breaks and watching dusk fall. How lovely! And how mysterious the clouds could be sometime. Next to flowers, they are actually my favorite subjects when it comes to tinkering with my camera.
Taking a few shots of my garden blooms.Ah, what could be more beautiful than seeing and smelling the sweet scent of a flower in one’s garden?
Growing old…. gracefully. I’ll be celebrating my birthday in three weeks and it makes me a little excited. And I remember a text sent by a close friend before my birthday four years ago.
In a dream I saw myself walking on a beach with the Lord, carrying someone in
It was you. Nainggit ako…
Jesus felt my envious tone when I asked:
“Lord, why siya karga Mo, di ako?”
With a gentle voice
“Don’t be jealous my child, sya may RAYUMA, ikaw wala pa”.
That pretty sums up what one actually begins to feel when one is adding years to her life. And it’s not only the “rayuma” thing but you feel that some parts of your body are out of joints probably needing a bit more stretching on the side and a few meters run in the oval behind the house. Things are different now though, I have to take things easy, be more mindful of being stressed. I do get easily tired nowadays. I wonder if that is still the effect of chemotherapy drugs, I hope not.
I’ve never been obsessed with counting the passing years. As they say, age is just a number. Twenty or fifty, it really does not make that much difference. What is important is how you look at life and how you deal with it. There is always that subconscious effort to do your best be it a simple thing like prepping yourself to look good in the eyes of others or facing a gargantuan task and responsibility of raising a family. But then, you still manage amazingly well.
Whoa! The past days have been good, thanks to a loving God Who is always there silently egging me on, reminding me to keep grounded, making me feel loved and cherished. A loving God Who never turns His back on me just because at times, I forget that He is there. A big thank you for a loving family, two wonderful kids who are my fulfillment of a dream. Thank you for the loyal friends who have always been there through thick and thin, and new ones who accept me unconditionally and treat me like a long-lost friend.
I remember a few birthdays back, my two kids had this habit of waking me up in the middle of the night, no lights on but a flicker of a candle and their merry voices singing “Happy birthday Mama”. Who would not be touched by that? I’ve always felt emotional when it comes to such things. Or maybe, birthdays allow you to cry a little ….keeping attuned with yourself that somehow you are really growing old…..gracefully.