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If there is a rating more than five stars, I’ll give this book a six. It’s one of the best books I’ve read to date, my 70th out of the 100 books I challenged myself to finish for Goodread’s 2016 Reading Challenge. I am afraid my review would not be enough to describe the beauty of this book, how well-written it is so I won’t even attempt to write one. Suffice to say, this book is beautiful, inspiring, awesome…..beautiful, inspiring, awesome. Truly a masterpiece. Lisa Wingate is a gifted writer.
“None can contain the magnificence of a wave kissing sand or the perfect spiral of a shell drying translucent in the sun or the fire of morning over endless water.
Or the beauty of a hummingbird as it hovers just an arm’s length away, mysteriously out of season on the day before Thanksgiving, it’s wings stroking air,rapid, invisible, powerful. Frozen in time for only an instant.
And then it flies away, growing smaller and smaller against the blue of an endless sky. Until finally it disappears into heaven.”
There are so many lovely quotes that I found in this book that I copied to my journal. The prayer box reminds me of another blog post I wrote exactly a year ago. My thought box is a discarded chocolate tin which contains square scratch papers of different size and color (filled with words, quotes, single lines, messages and reminders) which I have to sort out again whereas the prayer box is a treasure trove of inspiring words and letters religiously documented over the years.
When a book touches you where it matters the most, it is certainly a winner.
I’d like to borrow this quote from Anne Geddes which I think is a perfect description of what a father should be.
Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.
Just saw this in one of my notes at Facebook early this morning. I know I posted this here somewhere but I can’t remember the exact date I published it. I usually blog about him during his birthday and birth anniversary. We lost him one December night back in 2007. We will be celebrating Father’s Day this coming Sunday.
I am reposting a blog I wrote eight years ago barely a year after we lost Dad. I can still remember I was crying while writing this little tribute to him. Good memories will always linger in one’s heart. Treasuring the times that he showed us how much we were loved. I wrote this on a Father’s Day too.
Yesterday, on my way back to Manila from Pangasinan, I brought home the Kodak Easy Share digital picture frame which contains more than a hundred pictures of dad when he was still alive. My brother painstakingly collated every picture he has in his own album and uploaded it. It’s only more than six months now since we lost him but when I watched and viewed the pictures once again, it seems as if he is never gone. Some pictures have captured him vividly – a few months after he retired, his daily routine there in the province with mom, his joys in seeing his grandchildren in every important occasion that we had, his delight in meeting old friends and contemporaries, and always, his ever ready smile for everyone. It made me miss him all the more.
I am the only girl in a family of three boys so you could say, I am Daddy’s girl through and through. I’ve always found it easier sharing everything with Dad,be it simple things like the news headlines, how to plant and take care of a vegetable garden,how to fix things at home when the hubby is not around and yes, how to throw a ball in one of our rare baseball games in the province. One thing I could never forget though were his stories on how he struggled as a teenager to find work so he could finance his studies. He worked for thirty-one years in UST and that pretty much influenced all of us (his four children) to study there and embraced a true Thomasian education. He taught all of us the value of hard work and the value of always treating other people with respect.
It was through him that I learned the basic skills of cooking and he was the one who taught me how to make an estimate when it comes to preparing dishes for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. I must say, dads really come in handy when they are in the kitchen. For him, it was “hands-on” all the way. He will just watch you if you are doing it right or not and who would not learn from that? I think guys do cook better, there are more guy chefs that I know and heard of. Or maybe, they do love to eat that is why they are more successful in the kitchen.
I was envious of his skills in playing the guitar together with my uncle (his brother) who used to play the violin. One thing vivid in my mind was when we were still young and televisions were not yet in fashion, nights were spent listening to him playing the guitar accompanied by his best friend in our neighborhood who played the ukelele. He even composed a song or two in our vernacular language. Those were the days, quiet ones seeing the other side of my father.
Dad was a disciplinarian but he was never strict with us. He would always say,”you know what is right or wrong, follow what your conscience tells you”. Learn from your mistakes, such familiar words that have shaped my view of things. Yes, I do remember one thing that he always reminds us,”you carve your own destiny”. That was my dad, the ever practical but ever-loving one.
I miss you Dad…..happy, happy Father’s day!
The power of the written word was what she revered, how thoughts on paper could change your perspective, and, on occasion, your life.
We could touch another soul through ink or in this case, through a few words that inspire. Above quote was lifted from the book by Kristine McMorris, Letters From Home.
Letters are always welcome, hand-written words are priceless treasures. I seldom receive snail mail now but when I do, I think of what inspiring gifts are written inside.
If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. – Matthew 16:24
Paschal Triduum, or The Three Days – the final three days of Lent and Holy Week. It begins with the liturgy on the evening of Maundy Thursday, the vigil of Good Friday and ends with the evening prayer on Easter Sunday.
A blessed Holy Thursday to all.
I have so many things to write about after I think more than a week of not blogging.Yes I am catching up on my reading challenge. I am on my 7th book. I want to tell you of the eclectic mix of books I have lined up to finish this year. Meantime I am sharing another food for thought with you. I love this quote. It is never too late to dream of things that make life so meaningful. Thanks to my favourite author Richard Paul Evans for sharing this.
Meantime that I am busy with my 2016 reading challenge….
Copied this from a friend’s timeline. There was a time when I devoured books by Og Mandino. His words still ring true until now.