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Life As We Know It


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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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A blessed Monday morning to all.

Cloudy skies. And there are two low pressure areas which are still outside the Phil. Area of Responsibility (PAR) but this early it looks like it will rain again. It’s a good thing we are finally done trimming  our plants and cutting the carabao grass yesterday. Gardening is  a lot of work but one is happy when you see the immaculate lawn smelling of the earth and newly cut grass.  We harvested calamansi too and got a bout a kilo. The two calamansi trees we have in the garden are presently bearing so many fruits. Heaven.

I was done with my Goodreads 2017 Reading challenge last August 20 finishing the 150 books I set myself to read. I’ve added about five more books since then. I am presently reading The House on Honeysuckle Lane by Mary McDonough, my first book of hers. Gosh, it’s full of Rumi quotes and one character was even named Rumi.  I remember those  earlier days  when I used to write on my little notebooks several quotations from that  writer.  His works are still widely  read until today. Reading is such a leisure that is so fulfilling. Give me a book anytime.

Last September 7 and 8, I got a total of more than 2,400 views alone on my post about Mama Mary.   I guess since 2013 thereabouts, my stats always jump during Mama Mary’s birthday. Busy Google.

 

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It  pains me that August would end on a sad note.  Even if you have accepted that we  would all grow old and eventually will leave this world, it is always sad to learn of someone dear to you pass on.  I just received a message that one of my aunts (Mom’s oldest sister) died last night. She was 96.  She was bedridden for so long that it surely is a blessing for her to rest at last with the Lord.  I will always remember those days when she would bring their farm’s produce when I go home for vacation.  I will always remember those days when she would allow us (her nieces and nephews) to  get what we like in her small sari-sari store when we were kids.  The memories linger and I feel sad that she passed on. It is always sad and touching to hear and see a loved one die.

Tomorrow starts the BER months which most of us Filipinos always look forward to. No matter how hard life is, there is that inner thrill that Christmas would not be far behind.  It’s my favorite season of the year. Do I hear Christmas songs in the air? I have a friend who said that for her, every day is Christmas. Every day is something she looks forward to. Every day is a day of giving, not necessarily materials things but of time and yourself to others. Just listening to a friend, talking to your kids about anything under the sun, helping other people in your own simple way is a way of giving.

August has been a quiet month but with all those thunderstorms almost every day. Except for that time my high school friends surprised me with a visit, it was just the family and me together.  September is inching its way  and I hope it would be a lovely and productive month for us all.

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I just saw this on my news feed at Facebook. People make mistakes in using some of these words. I always notice the wrong use of the word “your” when I am reading shout outs and blog posts. They always say “your welcome” when it should be “you’re welcome”.

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