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I love my headset. I can always listen to my favorite music and sometimes watch films on YouTube.

Tonight is one of those that I treasure, listening to the music of Rod McKuen and Henry Mancini.  I was reading  some early posts about Rod McKuen then thought of listening to his husky voice while he recites some poems and sings his songs.  He is not probably popular with kids and the millennial  nowadays. I agree, there is only one Rod McKuen. He shared his music to the world and his poems.  I always get inspired  reading his words and listening  to his music.

I remember Mary Anne, a friend I met back in our Multiply days.  She died about two years ago,  a previous blogger here at WordPress too.  She sent me two CDs of Henry Mancini one birthday years ago. She knew I love Mancini’s music and she loved it too. Wherever you are Mary Anne, let us listen to your favorite.

My love of Mancini started when I  watched the movie  adaptation of The  Thorn Birds (a book by Colleen McCullough)  The theme song was just heavenly  so I looked for more of his compositions and there are several in YouTube.  I am presently listening to The Very Best of Henry Mancini while writing this.  Think of The Pink Panther, Moon River, Days of Wine and Roses, How Soon, Two for the Road. I could go on and on. They are wonderful music of days gone by.

My night is filled with music.

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The last week since Palm Sunday, I’ve blogged about our Lenten journey. I enjoyed  watching  the Lenten programs on TV and attending mass at the nearby churches.

Today is the culmination of it all, it’s the day of Jesus’ Resurrection.   Jesus paid  a ransom to save us.  He redeemed us from our own worthlessness.  I think of life and the pains it makes us endure. We are resilient amidst  problems, we are strong amidst failures. No one is worthless in His eyes.

The past years were full of seemingly insurmountable happenings  but the belief and faith that all will be well in the end  are at the forefront of my prayers.  Prayers bring me joy when I feel so down. Prayers bring me hope when I feel hopeless. Prayer is a silent conversation with God.  There are times when I can’t sleep at night  and I pray the rosary. It is a shield from those negative thoughts that arise once in a while.  It calms me  and I get sleepy clutching the rosary beads in my hands.

Since I was given a second chance at life, I’ve become more grateful  with even the smallest blessing.  Even a smile from strangers is a blessing too.  I always love that part of the mass when we greet each other with  the words “Peace be with you.”  I remember one time I was besides this girl in one of the masses I attended. She shyly smiled at me when she said “Peace be with you.”  She might not know the significance of the greeting but it was a touching gesture from a child.

Do you believe in chance encounters?  Many, many years ago, a nun friend suggested this book to me called Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield. It was one of those books that I bought with closed eyes because it was very expensive.  There  were quotes there that I wrote  in my small notebook.

“It says that whenever people cross our paths, there is always a message for us. Chance encounters do not exist. But how we respond to these encounters determines whether we’re able to receive the message. If we have a conversation with someone who crosses our path and we do not see a message pertaining to our current questions, it does not mean there was no message. It only means we missed it for some reason.” 

So even that smile and the simple meeting of the eyes have meanings.  Life in all its broken dreams is still beautiful.

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We attended the early morning mass at 6:30 am.  Since Pope Francis’ directive came out a  couple of weeks ago, we were treated with brief but meaningful homilies since then.  Oh yes, “no more than ten minutes please”.  Before, a priest would deliver his sermon  for almost thirty minutes and when the content is not that inspiring, the churchgoers get bored.  Their attention is lost in the middle of  it.

Dropped by the supermarket after the mass and we bought something for breakfast. There is a new product by Oishi which some of my friends were raving about when it came out in the market.

Gourmet Picks – Salted Egg

I am not really a fan of junk food but now and then, the craving is there. Wow, salted egg flavor. Gosh, it is better than your more popular Pringles. Salted egg is one of those easy things to prepare for breakfast or during the season of Lent when we are required to abstain from eating meat every Friday. You just have to add fresh diced tomatoes and bingo, you have a tasty breakfast.

Going back to Gourmet Picks, the chips were not really salty but the flavor of salted egg was there.  No wonder, it has become a hit when it comes to junk food.

Nissa and Obet bought a new bike (his old one is now a  bit small) for Nate as his prize for being an honors student. They went jogging at Roxas Blvd.  very early this morning before going to mass at 10am.

The joy of seeing the sunrise and spending time with the family.  The joy of putting your feet on the pedals of a bike and let the world go by for a while. The joy of having a new bike.

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If I were to summarize all the blog posts I’ve written over the years, it amounts to 2,715 all in all. That’s  about five blog sites , of which the four are almost inactive.

Dreams and Escapes  – 2,204 posts  (this one not included)

Gardens and Empty Spaces –  108 posts

Our Precious Bundle  Of Joy  – 145 posts

Colors – 171 posts

Dreams  Never End –  87 posts.

Dreams and Escapes is my main blog of course.  It’s where I started my blog at WordPress. Back then, I didn’t even know how to customize, and personalize a site. I l;earned through the years and writing became an obsession. It comes easy once you started.  As I have said before, it picked up last 2011 when I joined the Post A Day writing challenge.  I am quite afraid to do it now although I dream of it still.

As I wanted to separate my posts which are  most about plants  and blooms in my garden, I started a newer one  called Gardens and Empty Spaces I was inspired by several blogs  I discovered here about gardens.  Our Precious Bundle Of Joy came about when Nate was born five years ago.  I was too enthusiastic before  in updating this one until Nate was a year old. Nowadays, I write posts about him at my main blog. Overall, there are about twenty or more re-posted blogs on these two sites.   (that happens when I am quite lazy to do another post on the same subject…haha 🙂 )

Colors came to fruition  when I noticed that most of my high-resolutions shots were slowly eating up my allowed free space.  This is where I post my macro shots, mostly about flowers and blooms,  some places we’ve been to, food and such.  I love the Duo-tone theme of Colors.  I seldom post there for the simple reason that I no longer have a good camera to take photos. I  mostly use my tab and cellphone when I take  a shot. Each photo has a short write-up.

As I am nearing the end of my allowed free space here, I started a new blog. It has a different title and most entries  do not exceed five hundred words but  they are always accompanied by photos.  I have more than a thousand photos at Photobucket, so many albums in one site but they are all marked  “private”.  Dreams Never End is still a work in progress just like the rest of my blogs.

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What’s nice about Sunday is you can relax to your heart’s desire.

I wake up early during Sundays so we could attend the 6:30 am mass at the town proper.  I prepare breakfast first before leaving the house.  When I am not in the mood to cook lunch or dinner, we just order from outside.  One thing I do like about Sundays is that I am not obliged to labor near the stove…haha!  After watering the plants and cleaning the house, I am free to read  or make an advance post here but making advance posts seldom happens nowadays. Oh, I get lazy too thinking of what to write about. Not all days are inspiring ones.

Our Lady of Light Parish is busy preparing for the Canonical Coronation of the Blessed  Virgin Mary. The Patroness of Cainta will be crowned on December 1, 2018 after  receiving the Papal Bull more than a month ago. We celebrate our town fiesta every December 1, the official feast Our Lady of  Light.  Looking forward to the event.

I am done with 28 books since January 1, 28% of my Goodreads reading challenge. I am presently on my 29th book entitled  In the Midst of  Winter by Isabel  Allende.  Allende is a Chilean-American writer. The book  speaks of life and growing old.  This is just my second book of her although I have another one on my TBR list called  The Japanese Lover which is set during  WWII.  Come  Holy Week, I would have to stop reading fictions and memoirs and concentrate instead on my inspirational books by St. Therese, Henri Nouwen, and Thomas Merton. They are my reading companions during Lent.  I am in charge of posting the daily Gospel readings on our web page, a very helpful task for my spiritual growth.

Our friendly neighbor  came by a while ago bringing  with him a pot of a red  Shanghai Beauty. It would be a lovely partner to my pink ones. They are good planted as borders. My  bottle gourds are  doing nicely. I planted them from seeds two weeks ago. Josef and I made  additional trellis on top of the existing one at the back of the house.  It is really nice to see  them all – the tomato seedlings, eggplant, Thai chilli, okra and water spinach. Even are jackfruit trees are bearing small fruits again. Looking forward to harvesting them in a few months. The fulfillment one gets from gardening, so priceless.

Dance in the rhythm of life.

Happy  Sunday everyone!

 

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“We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine”

I am having a LSS. Yesterday this song was played on Spotify  We  used  Josef’s Bose sound link mini. Imagine three voices blending with this chorus, Nate’s childish almost shouting voice, Nissa’s  lovely voice and mine.

While we were at church today, I remember Nate changing the word “yellow” into gold, green and red whichever took his fancy.The three of us were laughing while the song was being played.  Ah,  the joys of having them around. Listening to the Beatles brings back memories too, good old memories of my childhood.

Earlier in the mass today,  Josef commented that the homily was brief, all of ten minutes. I told him that it was  Pope Francis’ directive to limit delivering homilies in ten minutes.  Pope Francis said the homily “is not a casual discourse, nor a conference or a lesson,” but is rather a way of resuming “that dialogue which has already been opened between the Lord and his people, so that it finds fulfillment in life.”

I really don’t mind a long homily if it has an inspiring content, if it does not lack focus and it is direct to the point. I’d rather listen to practical applications based on the Gospel than something repetitive, sometimes even to the point of quoting some parts of the Gospel just read.  When a priest has delivered the “meat” of his homily in ten minutes flat, that is wonderful. “Please,” he said, “be brief…no more than 10 minutes, please!”  For two masses now since February 7 when Pope Francis touched on this topic, I listened to brief but inspiring homilies. I remember Fr. Lovell  telling me before what they have learned in Homiletics, a seven-minute homily is enough.

Have a good  Sunday everyone! Let us start the week with a smile 🙂

 

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Happy Epiphany Sunday.

It’s the last time I  am going to say  “Merry Christmas”, until next December.  Catholics used to celebrate Epiphany during January 6 of the year but it was later changed to the first Sunday which may fall any time from January 2  to January  8.  Why was it changed? After Vatican II, some local episcopal conferences decided that it wasn’t advisable to  mandate people to attend mass every January 6  of the year. Hence, it is now celebrated the  first Sunday of January.

We attended mass at 6:30 am then later gardened for a while after breakfast.  I have to remove the old sweet potato vines and plant new ones. I added some okra beside the  new ones.   We have to trim the bleeding hearts too since they invaded some branches of our jackfruit trees.  Josef removed the African rose altogether since it is so invasive. I love its orange flowers though. I used to grow it in pots but lately, it even broke the  container pot where it was planted.  Gardening at 9 am with the sun on one’s back is  quite difficult but I have to take advantage of Josef’s free time. We were done after two hours.

Found a small guava growing near the perimeter fence.  The old tree is almost dying but Josef picked two guava fruits earlier.  What a nice surprise!

I am into my second book  this year, Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng.  It’s Goodreads’ Choice Award for Best Fiction  2017.  It’s my first book of Celeste Ng. I am still trying to find copies of more classic books that I haven’t read yet.  I love this quote from the book:

“It came, over and over, down to this: What made someone a mother? Was it biology alone, or was it love?” 

I think motherhood is more about love. It is  a privilege. a glorious blessing.

Happy Sunday everyone.

 

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