Archive for January 31st, 2023


It will come

When you least expect it

Hope is alive!

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We now say goodbye to January. It’s like a whirlwind that has come and gone in a flash. All I could remember about this month are my visits to my doctors, maybe around ten times if I were to count. Always, leaving the house around 6:30 am and coming home around 1 pm. Like clockwork, I had regular lab tests. It was also my first time to undergo CT Scan. In two weeks, I’ll be back again. This almost a month respite is truly a blessing for me. I walk in our village park early in the morning although it is not a regular routine. Once Josef has left, sometimes I go back to sleep.

Looking forward to the month of February. 2023 is not a leap year. We only have 28 days this coming month and before we know it, it’ll be gone. I no longer expect to be operated on for my cataract in the next few months. As long as my FBS does not remain normal, then it is not a go in the meantime. Dreading to go back to the Hub and repeat all the requirements again.

I pray that the month of February would bring us more blessings and greater opportunities in life ❤🙏🙏🙏❤.


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The bud

Stands for all things

For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing

Though sometimes it is necessary

To reteach a thing its loveliness,

To put a hand on the brow

Of the flower

An retell it in words and in touch

Until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.

This poem which is just a portion of the whole thing was written by Galway Kinnell. It is part of the book Ten Poems To Open Your Heart.

My thoughts:

Life is a continuing process of beginnings and endings. A bud grows like a baby fresh from her mother’s womb and you wait for her to cry signifying life. You wait for the bud to bloom and you’ll see how it will look when fully grown.

We nurture, we water it with love. It teaches us that there is something truly wonderful in what nature brings. It teaches us to be a little patient when waiting just like life itself. Days become months and months become years. Sometimes we do encounter those vicissitudes in life and our success or failure depend on our attitude towards it.

The bud stands for all things….

It’s the fullness of life truly lived.

(Wrote this before reading Roger Housden’s interpretation of the poem)

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