And the morning breeze
Is like a soft kiss
On my cheeks.
And the morning breeze
Is like a soft kiss
On my cheeks.
Posted in book review, books, Goodreads' 2016 Reading Challenge, guilty pleasures, reading, tagged book review, books, Goodreads' 2016 Reading Challenge, guilty pleasures, history, literature and Fiction, reading on October 12, 2016 | 20 Comments »
There have been so many excellent books written about the Holocaust both true accounts and fiction. There is Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl which I’ve read three decades ago, Schindler’s List by Thomas Keneally which was adapted into a movie and Mila 18 by Leon Uris.
Irena’s Children is one of them, a newly published book about the life of Irena Sendler and how she helped save thousands of children affected by the war (when Germany invaded Poland).
Such a riveting story of loss of millions of lives because of war, selflessness, love of family, love of country, courage, life and death.
Gosh, I can’t believe it. this is my 99th read and I am almost, almost done. One more book to go. I am in a quandary which to read first, Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak which I’ve been eyeing to read since my college years or The Kitchen House which is another historical novel. Or maybe, toss coin na lang, which is which..haha 🙂
Sometimes,Iwonder why I am always drawn to history, fiction or not. Maybe I am an old soul.
Posted in book review, books, entertainment, literature and Fiction, quotes, tagged book review, books, guilty pleasures, journeys, life, literature and Fiction, quotes, reading on October 2, 2016 | 22 Comments »
Beautiful. Magnificent story. One of the best reads for my 2016 challenge. It was Goodread’s Choice 2012 winner and I didn’t know it was recently adapted into film until I finished reading it a few minutes ago. Read some reviews, some are the same as I felt in the middle of reading the book….I cried at the last few pages. I watched the 3-minute trailer on YouTube..wow! The ocean lighted by that lone lighthouse was lovely. I have always admired seeing lighthouses from a distance but I have never seen one lighted at night.
This is my 96th book for this year, four more to go and I am done. I am thinking of rereading The Godfather by Mario Puzo, getting a start at Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak (there is a full movie adaptation on YouTube) and maybe another inspiring book by Alicia Ruggerie, if I could find one.
“There are still more days to travel in this life. And he knows that the man who makes the journey has been shaped by every day and every person along the way. Scars are just another kind of memory….Soon enough the days will close over their lives, the grass will grow over their graves, until their story is just an unvisited headstone.”
“Sometimes life turns out hard. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it’s done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.”
This is just a borrowed title from one of my favorite poets Mary Oliver. A Thousand Mornings is one of the two books by Mary Oliver that I treasure. Her words inspire, uplift and cheer me up to no ends. Always, I would read a few lines or two, commit to memory some of her words and my day is complete.
All is quiet except the hum of the small electric fan underneath the computer table. It rained last night and there is a little breeze coming from the window. It is one of those mornings that you get a little introspective, you think about life and living and you are grateful for God’s blessings.
I always love what silence brings. I always love greeting the morning hearing nothing but the quiet of dawn, a new day feeling hopeful and anticipating what lies ahead. It’s those few minutes of bowing your head in prayer and listening to the silence in your heart that make life so precious. You ask but sometimes God surprises you with small miracles. You smile at the thought that life though sometimes harder than it seems is still beautiful. You smile at the thought that even if you are alone, happiness is within your grasp. You smile at the thought of a new day, a day to make more memories to hold.
I love watching a sunrise. It holds a promise, it inspires a dream. Sometimes, it plays hide and seek with the clouds but you feel the warmth of its embrace. I love the sprinkling of water droplets brought by the rain at night. How I wish I could capture those magnificent bubbles reflecting the beauty of the morning. I love the fresh morning look of the garden after the rain. Sometimes, you get lucky finding new blooms or a new shoot of some seeds you planted a few days ago.
I love those too. A week ago, I noticed my blackberry shrubs bearing fruits at last. I even asked my friend who gave me the seeds last year if they are flowers but she told me just to wait until they ripen into…. yes, black. They are turning red and Mom said they might be just flowers growing. I can’t wait. The three turmeric pots have sprouted leaves finally. The light green oblong shaped leaves are lovelier to look at than the leaves of ginger. Oh but I love squeezing a leaf of my ginger plant on my fingers now and then. The aromatic scent is addicting.
Tea and coffee.
Mom would not make a choice, she has always been a coffee lover. I love both though and I love those different tea infusions. You know that feeling of choosing a flavor to suit your mood for the day. Last Saturday, my daughter brought me a box of Twinings’ Lemon and Ginger, a lovely addition to my English Tea Shop’s Cranberry Vanilla Delight, Green Tea and Spiced Red Fruits. I have a few small sachets of Japanese Green Tea. Brewing a Japanese loose leaf green tea has always been a challenge for me, it is easier to use tea bags. I have two lovely tea kettles with strainer and I love using each one with the tea bags. Sipping tea on small cups is just lovely, isn’t it? Do you read tea leaves?
A thousand mornings….to dream, to read, to appreciate what nature brings, to make another day as lovely as yesterday. Dance to the beat of the day even when no one is watching. Dance to the music in your head. Dance to your heart’s desires.
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water
and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to
sooner or later
is a part of everything else
which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.”
― A Thousand Mornings, Mary Oliver
Oh please, don’t laugh.
Yes, I know some of you are pretty smiling right now.
I am having a LSS. You know, that moment when you wake up from a short afternoon nap and your head is full of a lovely melody and you begin to sing along. I have no option but to open my PC and search for this song. YouTube is a little helpful when you feel nostalgic with the old days. Those dreams you had three decades ago, when you were just learning that falling in love was a wonderful feeling but it was full of pain. I was seventeen.
Now I know you’re laughing.
I borrowed Josef’s headset and searched for the song Only Friends. Why can’t I remember who sang it? Back when I was still new to blogging, I made a blog post about last song syndrome.
I found this site with plenty of uploaded Lettermen songs, old favorites like Traces, Morning Girl, Dedicated To The One I Love, This Guy’s In Love With You ( I love the version of Burt Bacharach though) and of course Only Friends. I know listening to them now seems a bit silly but the music is more soothing compared to the noise I hear nowadays. And do you know, here in my corner of the world, Sundays are dedicated to the oldies and the senior citizens or what you call in their heyday, the baby boomers. You will always find FM and AM bands playing the songs of the 60’s and the 70’s all day long. You wonder, those were the days, those days you were growing up and all you had was a single turntable and your 45. Those were the days too when you used to write on small Hello Kitty notebooks with a Hello Kitty pen.
But the love that I once had for you
Is gone so is the meaning too
I guess it never really had a chance
Posted in blessings, family, family life, guilty pleasures, I love weekends, photography, writing, tagged family life, guilty pleasures, I love weekends, journal-writing, journals, photography on August 27, 2016 | 12 Comments »
I seldom post family pictures here but I can’t pass this up. Today is a lovely family day. We played blocks, I just wonder if the adults enjoyed it more than Nate. Mom was so amazed that Nate talks non-stop but when he is doing something like building blocks, he is so serious. There are shouts of laughter in between of course.
When you are blessed and lucky enough to have a loving and thoughtful daughter….your heart shouts with joy.
No special occasion but what a lovely surprise, a personalized journal with our photos on the cover. I love collecting journals and this one is so beautiful.Thank you so much Nissa. I love, love it.