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Copied this caricature from one of my friends’ posts on her feed at Facebook. These words  I think ring true  for all grandmothers and grandchildren  out there.

I remember my own grandparents when they were still alive. Both my grandfathers from each side of the family were active in the church. Back in those days, when  we celebrated Lent, it was always accompanied by family Via Crucis and visits to other churches.  They would put up a children’s choir to sing during the  processions all dressed in white with flowers in their hair.  I remember a priest friend of my paternal grandfather, Fr. Benito, who would visit the family after the mass and sometimes would spend  breakfast or lunch with everyone.  I remember those days when every street where the procession would pass by was decorated with coconut fronds made and woven into flowers.  I remember the times I used to tag along every week for Sunday mass.

My paternal grandmother died giving birth to her youngest son, so I was not lucky enough to see her except in old photos that my grandfather saved.   My cousins and I grew up together with my maternal grandmother. She was a bit strict but was a loving soul. She taught  us to pray the Angelus every 6pm in Latin at that. I don’t remember those Latin prayers now except when I read them in Mom’s prayer-book which were handwritten.

Grandmothers have that special bond with their grandchildren. Now that I am one myself, I relish those moments and days that I get to see, talk and play with Nate. They say that we enjoy them when they are kids since we are  not normally strict, discipline becomes the responsibility of the parents.

Yesterday, I looked  for a  replacement of the small ball that Nate and I usually  use to play with. It has become soft so  I bought a new one,  a Monster Inc. design.

I showed it to Nissa and she said Nate would surely love  this one. a simple toy that would probably bring a smile to his face.  Kids, no matter how small or how lovely a toy is, would always love having one.

How are you as a grandmother or a grandfather? Are you the indulgent type of grandparents?  Are you cool and cordial to your grandchildren?


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I was touched by a friend’s post in a positive way. A friend and fellow blogger wrote  that there is not much happening in his life.  It made me think how  we live our daily lives, probably anticipating something good to happen, excited about the following day, looking forward  to another commune with nature. Whatever it is, we all feel down at times. It happens.

When I feel that nothing is aligning with the Universe, I lose myself in words.  Inspirational thoughts comfort me. Finding new books becomes an obsession. I must admit, there are lots of books on my TBR list, some are still unopened and the second-hand ones are just waiting  to be discovered.

When I am bored, I go  to the garden. I take photos of flowers growing there. It makes me always happy to see new growth in the garden.  It makes me smile just to see them  sometimes with a hot cup of coffee in hand. Just a few minutes ago, I got some fallen “kamias fruits” from our neighbor’s tree and separated the seeds. Would love to try them here too.  Kamias is commonly called cucumber tree.  You can preserve the fruit for future use or make  fruit candies  with  it. Just this morning I noticed two guavas growing near our jackfruit tree. We used to have two guava trees  but over the weekend, I let Josef cut them because the trunks have dried up.  I love guavas too.

But fighting boredom sometimes is a losing battle. One has to be brave enough and strong enough  to face challenges.  As we grow older, we have a little too much time in our hands and it’s quite pretty hard sometimes to pass the day without getting bored. We need zoning out too. It could be a positive force for good or for a lovely self-reflection.


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I found this lovely meme on my news feed at Facebook. It was shared by a friend.  We think of the years, the happy days gone by and what the future still holds for us. those times that we smiled, laughed and cried.

Come to think of it,  those in this list are all so true.

I haven’t reached that point yet where I talk  to myself but I talk to our three cats and our pet dog.  They know that “labas na” means they have to go out of the dining room and stay in the dirty kitchen or at the garage.

Sometimes yes, I am quick to anger, let’s just say, patience has gone a bit.  Number six is so true, right? Nowadays, one craves for those shuteye or a few minutes of noon rest.  When I have nothing to do, I just read or listen to music.

Wrinkle- free and three sizes smaller…haha! So one has gone three sizes bigger and the more older you get, you balloon into something you didn’t  ever expect.

Walking into a room and forgetting why you are there. You see something instead and do it. A few minutes later, you’ll remember why you were there but you’ve done something else.

Gosh, getting  older is a rich tapestry of events and happenings in your life.  Along with it comes wisdom that only grows with age.   Yes I know, life is not measured by the number of years you put into your age, it is more complicated than that. Life is  how we see and act, how we make our journey something  worthwhile and inspiring.

Someday, you’ll look back and just smile  🙂 🙂 🙂

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“We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine”

I am having a LSS. Yesterday this song was played on Spotify  We  used  Josef’s Bose sound link mini. Imagine three voices blending with this chorus, Nate’s childish almost shouting voice, Nissa’s  lovely voice and mine.

While we were at church today, I remember Nate changing the word “yellow” into gold, green and red whichever took his fancy.The three of us were laughing while the song was being played.  Ah,  the joys of having them around. Listening to the Beatles brings back memories too, good old memories of my childhood.

Earlier in the mass today,  Josef commented that the homily was brief, all of ten minutes. I told him that it was  Pope Francis’ directive to limit delivering homilies in ten minutes.  Pope Francis said the homily “is not a casual discourse, nor a conference or a lesson,” but is rather a way of resuming “that dialogue which has already been opened between the Lord and his people, so that it finds fulfillment in life.”

I really don’t mind a long homily if it has an inspiring content, if it does not lack focus and it is direct to the point. I’d rather listen to practical applications based on the Gospel than something repetitive, sometimes even to the point of quoting some parts of the Gospel just read.  When a priest has delivered the “meat” of his homily in ten minutes flat, that is wonderful. “Please,” he said, “be brief…no more than 10 minutes, please!”  For two masses now since February 7 when Pope Francis touched on this topic, I listened to brief but inspiring homilies. I remember Fr. Lovell  telling me before what they have learned in Homiletics, a seven-minute homily is enough.

Have a good  Sunday everyone! Let us start the week with a smile 🙂


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We always hear the adage, “Life lived simply is a life well-lived”  or the more popular, “Simplicity is beauty”. 

But how do we define simplicity? Do you find pleasure in simple things or  do you need to go out of your comfort zone to please yourself? Do you need to buy those sophisticated and complicated  gadgets or just be contented with  a  cellphone with a camera that could take pictures now and then?  Do you go with fashion and buy those trendy clothes as soon as they are out in the market?  We must remember that they are just trappings in this busy  cosmos  called life.

We must learn to distinguish  between our needs and wants.  We should learn to prioritize our needs more than our wants. Sometimes, less can be more, right?

Sarah Ban Breathnach in her lovely book Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy  said:

“Many people believe simplicity implies doing without. On the contrary true simplicity as a conscious life choice illuminates our lives from within. True simplicity is both buoyant and bountiful. able to liberate depressed spirits from the bondage and burden of extravagance and excess.”

Happiness is found in simple pleasures – staying at the beach and looking at the horizon, finding sea glass and sea shells, reading in a corner, sipping a hot cup of tea or coffee, experimenting with new menu or recipe in the kitchen, watching your favorite programs, playing with your cats and dogs, gardening. seeing a new bloom in your garden. The possibilities are endless, we don’t have to look far.

We must learn to say we have enough as we embrace the simple things in life.

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That’s actually a title of a song from way, way back. We used to sing it at church.

We always say, time is gold, time is precious. time is a gift.

How do you spend your time? Sometimes, we believe there is enough time for everything and we ignore, we procrastinate, we waste it.

When I got sick almost nine years ago, I thought so much of how I will spend my time productively after my treatments.  I used to think that time is really too short for me to do the things I  want to do. It was a bit stressful  just thinking about it.  At the lowest point in my life, I asked myself if I will be able to see my kids have their own  families.  Now we are blessed with Nate.  God is good.

There are moments when time makes slaves of us. Time  spent in the office is longer than the time we spend  at home. My former boss at the bank  used to say that when she leaves the house, she would remind her ailing mother to eat breakfast  and when she goes home she just asks  if her mom has eaten dinner. That  was her routine for so many years and when her mother died, she realized the importance of time with her family. She realized that nothing can compare to the presence of someone important in one’s life.

As we grow older, we relish the days, the free time that we have. I am happy just reading now (after the daily chores of course), I am happy puttering  in the garden, uprooting weeds and trimming the grass.  I  am  happy feeling the  morning sun on my face, playing with our cats and dog and catching up on the daily news on radio or watching some nice programs on television.

We all make time for what is important in our lives.

“How did it get so late so soon?”  – Dr. Seuss



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Once in a while we feel so inspired that we would want to share those inspirations with the world through our blogs.  And it is even better when we find a good content to write about.

“You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”


This is a quote from Stephen King from his book On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.  Back in 2011, Nissa brought home  a copy of this book for me to read which she borrowed from the bank’s  Stress Management office.  I loved it so much that I dreamed of finding my copy every time I visit a book store. I was lucky enough to find one at Booksale, still with the dust jacket on and looked so new.  What a nice surprise. I even blogged about it twice. I thought  at first it was his autobiography but I was mistaken, it was about how to begin writing and going on.

“Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.”

I know, it is most of the time hard to start but once you have written that first sentence, everything follows.  I mentioned in my previous post that I would like to write everyday again but I don’t know if I will be able to.  Sometimes, laziness sets in, sometimes you can’t think of a nice content to share and to write about. You might think it is kind of stressful to write every day. You’d think you are forcing yourself to write, deep inside though, you have that desire to be heard.

“Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.”

Do you agree? I do.

“The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better.”

Sometimes the blank pages seem so hard to fill up but there are those inspired moments that you simply have to touch your keyboard or glide your pen across the blank pages and the words flow smoothly along.

From past experience, I noticed that when I don’t blog for about a week, it is so hard to start again. It seems  I am  lost in space  and the words would not come.

I know it would be an ambitious undertaking, writing every day I mean but I’m gonna try.

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