“Let your life lightly dance on
the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.” – Rabindranath Tagore
Archive for August, 2016
This is just a borrowed title from one of my favorite poets Mary Oliver. A Thousand Mornings is one of the two books by Mary Oliver that I treasure. Her words inspire, uplift and cheer me up to no ends. Always, I would read a few lines or two, commit to memory some of her words and my day is complete.
All is quiet except the hum of the small electric fan underneath the computer table. It rained last night and there is a little breeze coming from the window. It is one of those mornings that you get a little introspective, you think about life and living and you are grateful for God’s blessings.
I always love what silence brings. I always love greeting the morning hearing nothing but the quiet of dawn, a new day feeling hopeful and anticipating what lies ahead. It’s those few minutes of bowing your head in prayer and listening to the silence in your heart that make life so precious. You ask but sometimes God surprises you with small miracles. You smile at the thought that life though sometimes harder than it seems is still beautiful. You smile at the thought that even if you are alone, happiness is within your grasp. You smile at the thought of a new day, a day to make more memories to hold.
I love watching a sunrise. It holds a promise, it inspires a dream. Sometimes, it plays hide and seek with the clouds but you feel the warmth of its embrace. I love the sprinkling of water droplets brought by the rain at night. How I wish I could capture those magnificent bubbles reflecting the beauty of the morning. I love the fresh morning look of the garden after the rain. Sometimes, you get lucky finding new blooms or a new shoot of some seeds you planted a few days ago.
I love those too. A week ago, I noticed my blackberry shrubs bearing fruits at last. I even asked my friend who gave me the seeds last year if they are flowers but she told me just to wait until they ripen into…. yes, black. They are turning red and Mom said they might be just flowers growing. I can’t wait. The three turmeric pots have sprouted leaves finally. The light green oblong shaped leaves are lovelier to look at than the leaves of ginger. Oh but I love squeezing a leaf of my ginger plant on my fingers now and then. The aromatic scent is addicting.
Tea and coffee.
Mom would not make a choice, she has always been a coffee lover. I love both though and I love those different tea infusions. You know that feeling of choosing a flavor to suit your mood for the day. Last Saturday, my daughter brought me a box of Twinings’ Lemon and Ginger, a lovely addition to my English Tea Shop’s Cranberry Vanilla Delight, Green Tea and Spiced Red Fruits. I have a few small sachets of Japanese Green Tea. Brewing a Japanese loose leaf green tea has always been a challenge for me, it is easier to use tea bags. I have two lovely tea kettles with strainer and I love using each one with the tea bags. Sipping tea on small cups is just lovely, isn’t it? Do you read tea leaves?
A thousand mornings….to dream, to read, to appreciate what nature brings, to make another day as lovely as yesterday. Dance to the beat of the day even when no one is watching. Dance to the music in your head. Dance to your heart’s desires.
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water
and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to
sooner or later
is a part of everything else
which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.”
― A Thousand Mornings, Mary Oliver
Oh please, don’t laugh.
Yes, I know some of you are pretty smiling right now.
I am having a LSS. You know, that moment when you wake up from a short afternoon nap and your head is full of a lovely melody and you begin to sing along. I have no option but to open my PC and search for this song. YouTube is a little helpful when you feel nostalgic with the old days. Those dreams you had three decades ago, when you were just learning that falling in love was a wonderful feeling but it was full of pain. I was seventeen.
Now I know you’re laughing.
I borrowed Josef’s headset and searched for the song Only Friends. Why can’t I remember who sang it? Back when I was still new to blogging, I made a blog post about last song syndrome.
I found this site with plenty of uploaded Lettermen songs, old favorites like Traces, Morning Girl, Dedicated To The One I Love, This Guy’s In Love With You ( I love the version of Burt Bacharach though) and of course Only Friends. I know listening to them now seems a bit silly but the music is more soothing compared to the noise I hear nowadays. And do you know, here in my corner of the world, Sundays are dedicated to the oldies and the senior citizens or what you call in their heyday, the baby boomers. You will always find FM and AM bands playing the songs of the 60’s and the 70’s all day long. You wonder, those were the days, those days you were growing up and all you had was a single turntable and your 45. Those were the days too when you used to write on small Hello Kitty notebooks with a Hello Kitty pen.
Drift endlessly and in the wind
your face I see
smile gently as you turn to pass
But the love that I once had for you
Is gone so is the meaning too
I guess it never really had a chance
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I seldom post family pictures here but I can’t pass this up. Today is a lovely family day. We played blocks, I just wonder if the adults enjoyed it more than Nate. Mom was so amazed that Nate talks non-stop but when he is doing something like building blocks, he is so serious. There are shouts of laughter in between of course.
When you are blessed and lucky enough to have a loving and thoughtful daughter….your heart shouts with joy.
No special occasion but what a lovely surprise, a personalized journal with our photos on the cover. I love collecting journals and this one is so beautiful.Thank you so much Nissa. I love, love it.
She always wakes up at 3am
And it is a ritual that has no rhythm
Except maybe the sound that an early morning brings
And her thoughts wander
Savouring the days of old
She smiles –
There would always be other days like this
She would always treasure
What the morning brings
She knows –
Life is short
Choose to be happy
Choose to be an inspiration to others
Choose the joys and not the pain of living
Choose what life brings
A joy in the morning.
Sometimes I feel that reading interesting blog posts is like reading a lovely book in installment, you discover a page every day and you want to see what the next scene will be.
I miss my friends/fellow bloggers who have quietly left the scene because the chapters are not complete.
For those who regularly visit my blog and post a comment or two or click “like” , thank you so much. Thank you for the wonderful stats.
For the past three weeks, Mom has been attending Sunday masses on TV. She finds it hard to walk when it is raining and the streets are slippery when wet. Sometimes, she drags her feet when she walks. This morning though, I asked her to go with us to attend the Sunday mass at the nearby parish , a five-minute tricycle ride from our place. The weather is just right, nary a sunshine in view but it is windy.
Sometimes she complains that she finds it hard to breathe so my brother has to accompany her to her internist for another check-up. She underwent an ECG and was prescribed a blood thinner which she has to take for a month on top of her other medications and maintenance. I explained to her not to focus too much on what she feels, that is so stressful. She always tells me that what she does here is “sleep and eat”. I told her to take a rest while she is here with us. I know, she sometimes forgets that when you are getting old, the aches and pains are more pronounced.
She used to avoid having her photo taken but that has changed in the last few days. I always tell her that I’ll send her pics to my youngest brother whom she hasn’t seen for so long because the family is based in Tulsa. She is amazed at the number of photos kept in my gallery mostly shots of flowers, food and Nate with the latter having the most of it.
The wrinkles and gray hair speak of life’s journey, the number of lessons learned along the way and wisdom’s highlights too. Some people always say that when you reach the age of 80, you are so blessed and beyond that, everything is a bonus. Maybe that is true in a way because life nowadays is so stressful. My mom is the youngest among four girls so you can just imagine, the eldest is now around 95 or older.
Sometimes I wonder, are we luckier than their generation because we are surrounded by gadgets and things that make life easier? Mom never learned to use a cellphone except to shout over the phone (she is hard of hearing so she has a tendency to make her voice louder) to us and say, “kumusta“? She never learned the use of computer but she knew how to use a typewriter, not the one-finger touch system but all fingers locked into their proper places on top of the keyboard. Sometimes, I wonder what she is thinking while deftly playing solitaire every afternoon before watching the three-o’clock news. She depends on the news tickers because she could not understand the newscast. Oh but she enjoys a good movie on CinemaOne and always waits for Maalaala Mo Kaya every Saturday night. She shouts with Luis Manzano’s audience on Minute to Win It every afternoon. Come to think of it, she is more updated with the news than I am.
She always asks why some people do not want to bury Marcos at Libingan followed by a question of why there are so many people dying on the streets. Let me see…it is hard to explain, can you?