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Sometimes I wish we also have these four lovely seasons that some of our friends experience in other parts of the globe.

I love looking at those  fallen leaves and trees that turn gold to orange  to brown and other colors in between.  They fascinate me no end.  I have a friend who takes photos of every season she encounters. She said there is magic everywhere and like me, she loves Fall. She loves it when those trees bear their foliage in glorious colors and  everything turns into  a paradise of sort.  She loves walking and feeling the crisp morning air  communing with mother Nature. I could only shake my head, smile and wish I were there too walking with her.

We used to have an avocado tree in our backyard a few years ago. It gave us  lots of fruits and I even tried selling a sack of them to our friendly neighbors. Every morning around this time, I would sweep the yard of fallen leaves from the tree.  Those days that I used to spend in our garden while sipping a hot cup of coffee and  listening to the morning’s news on the radio while our dogs  lie serenely nearby are  priceless moments that I treasure. Our avocado tree is gone now but I still have two jackfruit trees and two calamansi trees  that I have to take care of.  Same ritual every morning, sweeping the yard and watering our plants.  And the closest thing that reminds me of the Fall season are the yellow and brown leaves that fall to the ground. Oh well,  one could dream, right?

Early morning last Saturday before Nissa’s family came over for breakfast, I harvested calamansi  (Philippine lime) for them to take home later. They  are in season now and I picked more than a kilo.  More than having fresh calamansi juice every day, it is also used as ingredient for dipping sauces, marinating  fish, pork or meat.  It has lots of vitamin C. I need not tell you the health benefits of the fruit, it has lots.

I love these October  days,  I am really not counting but I am looking forward to Christmas once again.

Have a blessed week ahead.

 

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 Caleruega

He is the wind on your face that greets you every morning,

the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks.

He is the child with the toothy grin embracing you tight

and giving you  a hug.

He is these and more:

– the conscience in your crazy world

– the love that you feel in your heart

– the gentle and lovely flower by the wayside

– the laughter, the tears and emotions in between.

You trust and you believe

He will lift you up when you need a boost,

He will shelter you with love

And hold your hands so you won’t get lost in the crowd.

Loving, believing, trusting

Having faith that He won’t let go when you think you’re drowning.

He encourages you to rise up

No matter how many times you fall.

He says good morning with the glory

And beauty of a sunlight

He says good night with the wonder of the sunset

And the silver shimmer of moonlight.

He is, He is truly wonderful

He thinks you are beautiful

He thinks you are lovable

And the best of all –

He thinks you are worthy of His love.

You are lucky.

You are blessed.

You are loved.

 

 

 

 

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If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. –William Arthur Ward

It was the way you said, “dreams are for people who love life” that made me think dreams could be an extension of your inner self.  Sometimes, your most ardent desire is manifested in your dreams.  Sometimes, your mind is pregnant with lovely thoughts that remain just that – thoughts.  Sometimes, you come to a point where you choose to ignore what  is in your mind because you don’t want to acknowledge it.  You dream awake  and your mind wanders. Ah, the beauty of going back to old dreams.

We  used to  have this segment at our Catholic site page called  Hot Seat. When you are on it, every member can ask questions about you – your life, what you believe in, but nothing too personal though. Someone asked  who influenced me in writing. Oh well, I’ve kept a journal since I was in college, pouring my heart out on paper. I don’t know why but back in those times, it was so easy for me to write about my journey. Sometimes I wonder, when you are lonely and alone, you could write about so many things, you could weave dreams  to your  heart’s desires. When you are hurting, it is easier to describe how you feel than when you are happy and satisfied with your life.  And why is that, you ask? Because you feel the pain so much more than the joys. Joys are fleeting burst of inspirations at times while the pain you feel come and go but never really leaves. It’s there,  throbbing like a tight knot in your heart.

It’s never too late to dream of something that would lift up your soul. It’s never too late to weave dreams again and make it a reality. Who says you can’t write about your journey towards happiness?  Who says you can’t share the times you felt so low but  still can smile?  We must treasure moments like these, those times when an old dream emerges as something new, dressed in hope and faith, a promise of a new day.

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This is the nth time I’d be writing about blogging.  Same old subject, same old thoughts (I guess).

Do you consider your stats important in your  blog’s performance? I do. I have this dream of reaching half a million viewers  by year-end. Presently, I have registered a total of  495,675. Sometimes,  I get a total of 300 views  per day  and that’s a big bonus. It seldom happens now though. The average I get is between 150 to 200 a day.  Don’t ask me, I don’t know where they are coming from. Some people visit but never leave comments or like. I am grateful though for the number.  As of last count, I have a total of 2,681 give or take one or two. It includes the more than 80 followers I have at Twitter and some friends who subscribed via e-mail but they are not bloggers.  I follow  a little over 130 bloggers on WordPress and some links from  those gifted poets  that I admire.  I cleaned up my list a few months ago when I noticed that some of them are no longer active in blogging. Would love to explore more blogs and discover more bloggers  and writers soon.

I  have a friend  who tells me that she is always updated with what is happening in my life although we don’t see each other much. It’s been years since we left the bank where we used to work.  Funny how  I’ve been so open about my  life journey here. I’ve always said before that blogging is a sort of catharsis for me. I recall those days when I felt so down and I just wanted to share.  I recall those days when my health was challenged and writing about it helped me cope.  I recall the days of just being happy and blessed. What a nice feeling when you get in touch with your inner self.

I never attempted to  write about “how to’s” in blogging. Sometimes we find subjects that we are comfortable writing about. We find our niche under the sun.  Again it would be a bonus if some people  could relate to what we share. Chances are there would be one or two who could. It is a touch and go thing.  One thing I would like to say is that, always write from the heart. There is no use inventing something you haven’t experienced or felt. There is no use sharing a subject you are not familiar with.  I made a total of 2,076 posts on this blog alone, this one excluded. Maybe if I were to add the posts on my four other blogs it would probably  reach 2,500. Sometimes I wonder, some posts have become redundant through the years.

We often say the reason we are on the world-wide web is because we got something to talk about.  Aside from that of course is  to find new friends online and interact with them.

It is a lovely journey…..blogging, that is.

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It’s my daughter’s  birthday today. Called her up earlier, she was on leave from work.  Funny how one feels about our kids’ birthdays. I remember the time I gave birth to her after staying in the hospital for more than a month. Almost on my 7th month, I had pre-eclampsia  so I had to be confined at the hospital. During my 8th month, my OB Gyne decided to induce the  birth since there was a fifty-fifty chance for us both to survive. She weighed 3.9 lbs. when she was born and was left at the hospital more than a month  after.  We took her home when she was about 4.1 lbs.

Feeling nostalgic remembering that day we were gifted with a tiny baby. God is so good. It’s been 35 years.

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Just Thoughts


Somewhere in every one of us
there lurks a child within
insecure, desiring for acceptance
and hungry for love.

Somewhere deep inside
there’s a child willing to get out
wanting to experiment
what life is all about.

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How could one be sure that friendship would last forever?  Is forever something you just read in books and see in movies? How could one know when parting will come?  How could one exist  without this so-called friendship?

You are my treasured friend, someone I could always call in times of happiness and pain, a  sure shoulder to cry on and to laugh with, someone who would not hesitate to say, “don’t be a cry baby, face your fears and uncertainties and you’ll be stronger in the end”.

Yes, this wonderful thing called friendship makes people keep their sanity.   The wonder of friendship – that mysterious meeting  of the minds  that makes you feel you are not alone, that certain feeling that you are loved and prayed for, that  there is somebody out there thinking of you once in a while.

Maybe, there is one good reason why we keep those social networking sites, there is one good reason why we need to connect, there is one good reason why we need to share.   Loneliness is something we cannot  fully comprehend  unless we go out of ourselves to reach out and be real.

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