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Holy Wednesday ended up with a visit from our neighbor who is a good friend. We had a lovely and enriching sharing. She gave me a jar of pickled papaya.  Yum!

Last night I also watched the Sambuhay TV Mass Holy Recollection 2019  with Fr. Pao Asprer who is also a friend at FB.  Sambuhay is sponsored by the  Society of St. Paul. Learned a lot about faith, temptations and prayers. It was a very meaningful and inspiring Recollection. Fr. Pao is that good, a young priest who was ordained four years ago. I jotted some points which he discussed.

  • Proximity to power is power in itself
  • True prayer is listening.
  • If you know yourself, that’s a sign of true wisdom.
  • In the face of temptation, we’ll know ourselves better.

He touched on some quotes by Thomas Merton and I am glad I am reading one of his books at the moment.  The Seven Storey Mountain is a 467 pages book  with so fine prints.  I don’t read it at night because the prints are so small. Good luck to my eyes. It’s not that kind of reading that you have to finish in one go. There are so many words that you can reflect on.  This book has been on my wish list for quite a while. Maybe Grace (my friend from Canada) saw it on Goodreads so she gave me a copy.

By the way, Grace posted  the photos they took when she and her husband were here for a while last month.  She was the one who gave me a copy of the book. I grabbed this from the album she just posted, the two of us together at the lobby of Richmonde Hotel in Pasig City.

We’re getting old, imagine more than four decades of friendship. and I’ve always said that  “when friends meet, hearts warm”.

 

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The last time I blogged about a book was last March 3. I thoroughly enjoyed Becoming by Michelle Obama. It was followed by several more books, nine more titles to be exact. They are mostly historical novels set in different places. There was one in Nigeria, a sort of memoir too and I enjoyed reading it. There were two books during the WWII.  I always love reading what happened during that time in world history.

About an hour ago, I finished reading Thousand Cranes by Yasunari Kawabata, with an English translation by  Edward G. Seidensticker. I wasn’t born yet when it was first published in 1952 but there are other editions in the market. Come to think of it, I didn’t even know about Japanese traditions and heritage left by their ancestors but I learned something from this book. The delicate art of the tea ceremony which is a part of their culture is beautiful. If I remember, this is only my second book set in Japan and by a Japanese author.

There is another book that I am excited to read, The Crown’s Fate. The setting is in Russia. It’s actually a sequel but it could stand alone. I love stories about the Russian Revolution. This started when I encountered my first book of Ayn Rand, (a Russian-American writer) called The Fountainhead. I strained my eyes finishing Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky years ago. Anna  Karenina is a recent read.

Trying to look for more Asian authors.

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I love early mornings

when the world is still on the brink of waking.

It’s at this time when you’ll hear  the sound of a new day

hopeful promise of  something so dear to hold,

Peace

Stillness

Quiet…

My Amazon Lily

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I laugh at myself when I remember these but those times that I was on the brink of being so forgetful, I was alarmed.  I even had to research what being forgetful means in one’s health. Back then, I haven’t started blogging at WordPress yet but I have been reading a lot since I was in high school.

Does this happen to you when things seem to slip your mind and no matter how you force yourself to remember, at that particular moment, you just can’t. I know, forgetting things occasionally is part of life.

One thing that I always forget is the name of the plant I used to have in the garden. I know, it starts near the first letter of the alphabet, clearly I couldn’t recall its name.  Yesterday though,  I was looking at my several albums at Facebook because I wanted to change my profile picture into a flower. Then I saw this.

Took this shot many years ago but at times it still slips my mind. It’s Begonia. Why is is that at the moment we want to remember,we simply forget.  Bear in mind Arlene, this is Begonia.

There is this small mini mart (a one-stop shop for those groceries that you simply forgot to load in your cart) at the corner of the street going to our subdivision. Come to think of it, all these years, I thought it was called Seven Eleven only to be told several times by my son that it is Ministop. Both are 24-hour convenience stores where they sell groceries and snacks and even meals. Until now, when I think of it, I always think of the former instead of the latter.

I tell you, this happens all the time now, you enter your bedroom planning to get something but you see those pillows still scattered atop the bed. What would you do? Arrange them right? Then you clearly forgot what you were there for until you come back again to get it. It is annoying at times but it is the name of the game now.

Ageing or getting old.

 

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Ah, to think we are already in February but my WordPress calendar is still on January 31, 2019. Of course, we are advanced by a few hours from other countries.

I used to write about month endings and beginnings, lately though I’ve been quite lazy. Lazy to write a few words that is. January has been a quiet month for me. I’m just so happy that I have found new authors and new books to read. I have just finished my 20th this year, a story about the quirks and moods of an artist, his relationship with  his family particularly his son who idolizes him. A lovely story, carving your own space in the shadow of a master. And here is my short, short review at Goodreads:

“I am giving this five stars, my second book of five stars this year. What a gifted writer, truly impressive story. Yes,this is my first book of Tom Rachman. He is virtually an unknown author to me. 

I love the main characters of the story. Charles aka Pinch is such a lovely character. His whole life was overshadowed by his talented and gifted artist father. He struggled on his own learning the craft without the knowledge of his family and friends. He proved himself that he could excel just like his father.”

I haven’t admired the art of painting much except when I was introduced to it at Sip & Go, an afternoon spent with Nissa back in November where we indulged ourselves in an amateur painting.  She paid for it as a birthday gift to me.  Painting on acrylic…just great. When you are used to doing stick figures and flowers in crayons, you would truly appreciate something like this. Believe it , I’d like to go back one of these days to paint other subjects. Ambitious, ‘no? 🙂 I am re-posting one of our photos here with shall I say, the finished product.

At Sip & Gogh

It’s a lovely morning with the cold breeze and all.

Goodbye January. February, be kind.

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Seeing my friends shoveling snow in Chicago and Toronto just so they could pass and clean their driveways, I think we are lucky that we live in a tropical country although during summer, the heat at times is unbearable.

We are having a fairly lovely weather here. Our weather bureau PAGASA says the cold weather will stay  until February. Nights and  dawns are really cold and most of the time there is a cold breeze during the day. The sun is always late showing its face. And the nights are longer, right? Six am is still a little dark here.

I am at the end of the few chapters of a story about 19th century England.  Yes, it is a historical fiction again. I just love them. Hansoms were often mentioned as transits used during those times. According to  Mr. Wiki, “The hansom cab is a kind of horse-drawn carriage designed and patented in 1834 by Joseph Hansom, an architect from York.  The cab was introduced to other British Empire cities and to the United States during the late 19th century, being most commonly used in New York City”.

I remember our calesa.  When I was in grade school in our province, the chief means of transport for near destinations was the calesa.  Back then, motorcycles and tricycles were unheard of. Buses were usually for long distance trips. In those days, traffic was also unheard of. People walk mostly to go to the town proper. Even calesa ride was a kind of luxury. Goods in farms were transported by carabao-drawn carts.

A typical horse-drawn calesa at calle Crisologo in Ilocos. Photo culled from the net.

Nowadays, you can only see them plying the streets in Chinatown, the picturesque Intramuros and in Ilocos province. I am not sure about the southern parts of the archipelago if they still use it. Now we have all the modern means of transportation but they also create heavy traffic along the roads. Private cars are no longer a luxury but  are sorely needed if you want to reach your destination early. Public transports are so unreliable at times that you need to wake up early to catch a jeepney, GRAB or a bus to go to work.  Going to one’s office has become a battle you have to encounter every day.

Today, a friend is celebrating her birthday. We have been friends for almost forty five years since I started working as a student librarian at the university where I spent my high school and college years. She replied to my greetings with these lovely words: “Thank you, Arlene😊 You are one of God’s blessings in my life❤️”.  What a lovely way to start the day.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

 

 

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Your words –

make me laugh

make me cry

make me sing.

Your thoughts –

bring me to those places

I’ve never been.

green fields

bubbling brook

dainty wayside flowers.

witnessing the lovely

gifts of nature.

You’ve been a friend

during my sometimes lonesome nights.

You’ve been someone

I have always admired.

Without you

I will get through somehow

It just won’t be that easy.

Your words and your thoughts

I will always treasure

And when things get rough

I will open your poems to comfort me.

Just thankful!

from MO’s page at FB

 

 

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