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Back in October  2012, I wrote about A Thousand Mornings, a title I borrowed from one of the books  of my favorite author and poet Mary Oliver. I still read it now  and then and my soul is uplifted every time I do.

Christmas.

Early this morning, I chanced upon  a radio station playing songs in between the recent news in our country. Then all of a sudden,  he inserted  a Christmas song in between. What? Christmas in August? Oh but he said it’s barely two weeks before we start the BER months. Believe me, here in the Philippines  Christmas celebrations start as early as October and end as late as February the following year.  I ended up listening to some Christmas songs on YouTube. What a joy to reminisce and remember those past days of celebrating Christmas.

Books.

I love visiting Booksale. They have so many branches in different malls here in Metro Manila.  Aren’t you thrilled going out of a book store armed with several titles of books you’ve found in your foray? They are not necessarily books by authors you love and follow but you find the texture of the pages and the  designs on the book covers so beautiful.  They speak to you of those lovely days you spent in your youth discovering new books at the library. Of course when you really want books, one could always visit National Bookstore but the books are quite expensive.

Flowers.

There was a time that I used to take shots of every bloom in my garden. I don’t have my camera now, it got broken and the other ones were destroyed during typhoon Ondoy back in 2009.  I use my tab and my phone cam once in a while but I don’t take photos as much  as several years ago. I intend to buy  a camera one of these days. Although cameras on cellphones are more convenient, I could not take those high-resolution photos that I love. I guess I have more than a thousand flowers shots saved on Photobucket.

My Garden.

And all because I love  the rich soil beneath my hands and watch things grow. Every year, I would plant bonito  ampalaya, a pot or two of chili peppers and turmeric.  Occasionally,  jute leaves sprout for a time, to grow again during the rainy season.  We have two kalamansi trees and two jackfruit trees in the garden aside from the ornamental plants that I cultivate.  Our Arius is like a  Christmas tree just waiting to be decorated with lights and tinsel.

Blogging.

But of course. I meet so many friends here. In Facebook,  my feed is full of hodgepodge of unpalatable news.  At times,  I just ignore them and make some shout outs to my friends. I don’t go public on Facebook.  I meet lovely friends here at WordPress, read beautiful blog posts and  see wonderful photos of other places that I haven’t been to.  The day won’t be complete without visiting WordPress.  I have 2,046 posts including this one for this main blog alone.

Family.

Family always comes first of course.  Now that we have Nate with us, it is always a riot when he is around. Smiles are not far behind.  I remember those days when my two kids were growing up and were left in the care of two yayas. It was always a problem for mom and dad to look for yayas for us in the province.  Nowadays, it is even harder to find household help that you can trust.

I remember those days when  I used to go up the stage every recognition day  and so proud of my kids receiving those medals. It was a thrill when my daughter graduated Magna Cum Laude  and we were given choice seats at the  venue.  Tears of joy for the standing ovation from her professors and classmates when she received that medal upon graduation.  We were so proud of her.

Clouds.

Did I say I like taking photos of clouds and watching them move when the sky is dark? I love though when the sun is hot and the day is just perfect for cloud-watching. They look so mysterious out there. These are photos  from  some years back.

I could go on of course with a thousand more mornings but I think this has gone long enough.

“All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing”
– Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

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This is one of the best quotes I really like. I don’t know why I have this sudden desire to blog about mirrors and reflections.  What we are and what we  want to be are sometimes reflected in the way we see other people. There are times when we feel so attuned with people  we just met because we are entirely in sync with them. Our thoughts are on the same wavelength, so to speak.  Sometimes, that’s where friendship begins.

There are moments though that all we see of ourselves are what we believe we are but they are just reflections we borrow from other people. We tend to gravitate towards those who have the same interests and aspirations like we do. I don’t actually believe in the adage that opposites attract. It’s  rather, you see something in the person that you admire so it is easier to befriend him or her.  Deep within, you have something in common and the mere fact that you are also different in some ways makes  the encounter a little something to look forward to, it makes the encounter a little more interesting.

So what do you think is the best mirror where you can see yourself as you truly are? I think close friends fill that role in your life. They are our daily mirrors where the truth is reflected, the truth that we normally don’t recognize ourselves. Sometimes, we see a little crack at the edge but that’s part of the journey, it’s kind of dull when everything is smooth, we need to be reminded that life is a challenge that we need to face.

And let me end this blog with a lovely quote from Edith Wharton, “There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines or be the mirror who reflects it.”

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I was reminded of these song lyrics while I was doing the laundry early this morning. and it kind of stuck in my head. I was still humming it while I was cleaning the house later.

♫ ♬When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
 
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never walk alone. ♪♫♩
How many times have we encountered storms in our lives? How many times have we been resilient enough  to face them?  How many times have we faced the consequences of our actions?
We can’t avoid problems. I guess they are necessary parts of our lives so we’ll be able to know how strong we are to face them. Faith plays a big role too. Reaching out to people close to us, letting them share our plights sometimes ease the pain and the torment of facing those burdens. Listening to their words of wisdom helps a lot. Just sharing what we feel does the trick  of carrying it lightly on our shoulders.
We all know that the sun, no matter how dark the sky is will always be behind the clouds waiting for such time it will appear again during the day.  Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain as the song says.
Let’s walk on and hold our heads up high. That’s the way to do it.

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You and I will grow old one day, that’s a fact of life.

I often hear mom say that she is becoming forgetful. Sometimes, she always forgets where she put down her eyeglasses. Sometimes, she goes to the bedroom and simply forgets why. At her age (she is now 88), I am so happy that she is still with us. Never mind that most of time, she gets irritable and moody. They say that when you reach the ripe old  age of 80, everything is a bonus. Agree?

It happens to me too, sometimes when I have something in mind to do or get at the bedroom, I often forget what it is when I reach there. I have to go back again and think. I dread that time when I could not exactly remember things or people around.

Are you afraid to grow old? Of course each one of us has that hidden fear of reaching those years. But  we are so lucky and blessed that we were given these chances to enjoy life at the moment. We are so blessed that we are  still healthy despite the occasional aches and pains that accompany getting a little older.  We are so blessed that we still enjoy what life deals us despite those somewhat gargantuan problems that arise at times.  No one can escape vicissitudes in life. What matters is our attitude towards everything.  I believe that we become stronger for every curve ball that we experience. We learn and we remember.  Positive attitude counts.

Yes, we also grow a little wiser as we grow older.  Wisdom comes with age so research say.  We  are more decisive in doing things than when we were younger.  We are more focused on  not just the way something is done but how it would impact on our lives.  As we grow older, we  remember  with childlike wonder how we coped before today. We remember the good times  and smile at the though of those earlier years. Treasure that wisdom, treasure those moments you laughed and smiled and cried  with joy in your hearts. Treasure the days ahead, they will give us more lessons where we could learn more.  Enjoy the passing days, they are precious.

 

 

 

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Oh I just love these:

the silence of the night

the peaceful slumber

the  cold of night winds

the breaking of dawn

the hush of the morning

the beauty of the sunrise

time spent in the garden

the quiet at dusk

All in a day’s work.

 

 

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The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

Perhaps you are familiar with this poem written more than two centuries ago by  an American poet William Ross Wallace in praise of all mothers.

Haven’t we always heard this phrase, “wait till you become a mother yourself and you will appreciate everything that Mom is doing for you”.  This is so true, you can never appreciate enough, love enough, make sacrifices  enough for your mother  until you become one, for motherhood is something not taught in any school but  still you embrace it with gusto, dreaming of a family of your own,  hoping of having smart kids you can be proud of, hoping against hope that even as you grow older, you will  still be strong enough to embrace your grandchildren and share something of what you have learned when you were still young.  Wisdom grows with age, so they say.

Can you still remember the time you cradled your first-born child in your arms? Such a fragile thing, you thought, but you were full of wonder and  you were simply amazed that such a tiny child, with her fist held high in the air, lustily crying her heart out is yours, all yours to take care of and to love?  Can you still remember the times that you had to snatch just an hour or two of sleep because she has to play in the middle of the night and smile that naughty smile while you felt so sleepy thinking that you have a nine to five job to go to the following day? Can you still remember the first time she smiled at you and seemed to recognize your voice, her eyes following you everywhere you go?

I read an article in Reader’s Digest years ago about the wonderful world of the unborn.  She is there listening, learning and very much aware of what is happening in the outside world. Even at an early  stage of pregnancy, the unborn baby’s awareness of the outside world develops rapidly. Amazing, don’t you think? The reason why there is always that instant hush when you hold your crying child is because she recognizes your voice and she has been aware of it when she was still in your womb.  She knows when you are agitated and she knows when you are elated as well.  The closeness that binds a child and a mother is something inexplicable. We call it the wonder of motherhood.

I found this very touching poem from an unknown author and I wish to share it with you:

Your Arms Were Always Open – Anonymous

Mom is always there, whenever you need a friend.

Your arms were always open
when I needed a hug

Your heart understand
when I needed a friend

Your gentle eyes were stern
when I needed a lesson
Your strength and love
guided me and gave me wings
to make me soar….

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Who are you?

are you like the moon that

shines brightly now

then hides itself behind the clouds?

Or

Are you like the sea,

Violent sometimes

Yet, a haven to everyone?

What are you?

I could never understand

I dare not try to

I only know –

You are my shining star!

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