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Good morning world! Counting my blessings 🙂


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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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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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With nowhere to go but here, with nothing to do but open the one life we’re given, a journey begins in which we experience life rather than dreaming that we can escape it.
– The One Life We’re Given (Mark Nepo)

I’ve been following Mark  Nepo for quite a while now. He was recommended by a poet friend who loves his writings. I don’t have any of his books but I love reading his updates and quotes about his writings online. His site is a treasure trove of excellent and inspiring words.

Here’s one poem that I love. It is called  The Way Under The Way.  You can find him here.

For all that has been written,
for all that has been read, we
are led to this instant where one
of us will speak and one of us will
listen, as if no one has ever placed
an oar into that water.

It doesn’t matter how we come
to this. We may jump to it or be
worn to it. Because of great pain.
Or a sudden raw feeling that this
is all very real. It may happen in a
parking lot when we break the eggs
in the rain. Or watching each other
in our grief.

But here we will come. With very
little left in the way.

When we meet like this, I may not
have the words, so let me say it now:
Nothing compares to the sensation
of being alive in the company of
another. It is God breathing on
the embers of our soul.

Stripped of causes and plans
and things to strive for,
I have discovered everything
I could need or ask for
is right here—
in flawed abundance.

We cannot eliminate hunger,
but we can feed each other.
We cannot eliminate loneliness,
but we can hold each other.
We cannot eliminate pain,
but we can live a life
of compassion.

Ultimately,
we are small living things
awakened in the stream,
not gods who carve out rivers.

Like human fish,
we are asked to experience
meaning in the life that moves
through the gill of our heart.

There is nothing to do
and nowhere to go.
Accepting this,
we can do everything
and go anywhere.

 
 

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And October is fast showing its face by the door. Where did September go? I guess it is the fastest month of the year. It’s when the BER months  begin and the long celebration of Christmas is just around the corner.

Oh yes, as I have blogged time and time again, we have the longest Christmas celebration ever.  Some start it as early as September and  it ends as late as February. I usually put up Christmas decorations  by end of November. I listen to Christmas songs on YouTube. The Tagalog songs of old are still the best. The happy tunes, the way we celebrate it, the nitty-gritty of  all the preparations.

I love October. More than just being my birth month, I love the season, a little cold in the morning, longer nights, less rains and typhoons.

We don’t have autumn here but I admire every post about it. There is something magical about falling leaves and gentle breezes that accompany it. There is something to look forward too once fall comes.

What could be more exciting than an October day? What could be more  lovelier than waiting for a birthday?

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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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My autograph is open
Come and see
What?
Won’t you waste a line on me?
Share but a thought
A word or two
That memory may revert to you…

These  were just a few lines that I vividly remember written on my first autograph book that Mom and Dad gave me one Christmas in 1968.  Back then, the first thought that came to mind was, I could have my grade school classmates sign it before our graduation the following year.  I didn’t know that Mom kept it together with assorted toys, plastic dolls and other paraphernalia so dear to a young girl’s heart. The book was about 8′ x 10′ in size, with an inch-thick pages and the cover was  of a glossy material that easily attracts the eyes. At the center was a picture of…guess who….Susan Roces!

I was then quite excited to show it off to my classmates. I am sure you know what a typical autograph looks like, you write your name, address, age, school, ambition, motto in life and see questions like, ‘who is your crush?’ and such things like ‘define love’.  On the second page is where you put your dedication together with a small photograph if you have one.

A few years ago, I got the chance to get re-acquainted with it. The pages were quite frayed at the edges and some part of it were eaten by termites.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
May some forget you
But never shall I…

I could not help remembering James Patterson’s books with similar titles, Roses Are Red and Violets Are Blue. Do you think he got the idea of using such from some childhood quotes?  Going back to answering the question, ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ A lot of them answered, ‘to be a nurse’ or ‘to be a teacher’ and most of them wrote under ambition, ‘to go abroad’ Why not ‘to be a writer”or probably the more facetious answers like ‘to be a beauty queen’ or ‘to be a Philippine president’ ? Forty years ago, being a teacher was I think the most noble ambition for a child of eleven or twelve. And going abroad was the ultimate dream of every family.  Remember the saying, “the grass is greener on the other side”.

Define love.  ‘Love is sweet’, ‘love hurts’, ‘love is a nice feeling’. Corny, you might say but those are definitely what we feel at times, right?  We were psyched  from early childhood how to give love back – be it in simple things like hugging our parents, kissing our younger siblings, making those paper flowers for our moms thinking that they are the best flowers in the world, helping them with household chores, etc.  Love is simply manifested in every gesture but probably in a subconscious way.

Back in high school during our senior year, we had those slumbooks  (is this word in the dictionary?) as we called it then. Remember those cute little notebooks  with Hello Kitty designs?  Almost every girl in class had it and we were quite “kilig to the bones” seeing our high school crush sign it.  What was important was, the complete address, birthday and the short accompanying note which we treasured.  Nowadays and luckily for our batch, we regularly keep in touch by way of frequent get-together, once in three years reunions, via our batch’ e-group and such social networking site like Facebook.

Yes, the college years  – those were the days where you probably experienced being in love for the first time.   Really, how time flies!   Slumbooks and autographs, do they still have that now?

(photo courtesy of  Witty  Will Save The World Co.)

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