Posts Tagged ‘reflections’
Posted in blessings, Close to Nature, Closer to God, Clouds, inspirational, life, photography, tagged blessings, Close to Nature, Closer to God, Clouds, inspirational, life, photography, reflections, silence speaks on July 29, 2015 | 6 Comments »
When the world lets you see its lovely face on a beautiful morning like this.
You are humbled, mesmerized, awed and dazzled.
When the morning brings such beauty
before your eyes.
When the morning sun reflects its light
on these lovely cotton candy clouds,
be thankful….it is enough!
Posted in books, guilty pleasures, journeys, life, reflections, silence speaks, thoughts, tagged a bit of myself, journeys, life, prayers, reflections, thoughts, thoughts and ramblings on July 28, 2015 | 18 Comments »
You might be wondering at the title of this blog post. I smile at the thought of using this beautiful tin box, once filled with pixies, toffees and dark chocolate – a gift from a friend. I remember those days when I was in grade school and my maternal grandma and Mom had one each of those lovely rectangular biscuit tins which they used for their sewing needs. I loved tracing my hands on those lovely drawings (pictures of ladies in gowns carrying dainty parasols and lovely hand fans). Nowadays, there are stores in the metropolis that carry these lovely items without the biscuits inside.
I found this lovely book (I wouldn’t know how to classify it, whether it is a chick lit book or a contemporary one). Think of Sophie Kinsella. It’s a paperback edition of The Someday Jar by Allison Morgan. I was attracted to the book cover, a lovely jar of thoughts that revolves around inspiring life message. I am on the first few chapters but it had me smiling from the start. It gives me the idea of keeping a beautiful glass jar with all the trimmings and full of colorful papers and short writings inside instead of this old tin box that has been with me for a number of years.
Back in 2011, I made use of one of the topics on the daily digest of WordPress, that of keeping an idea box. The wonder of participating in a Daily Writing Challenge was that they suggested topics which you have never thought of. I keep small notebooks on hand, with lots of pens, sharpened pencils and markers. They come in handy when you think of something to write about but that is not practical when you are outside holding a gardening host and watering the plants or staying in the kitchen while cooking something for lunch. I collect journals too by the way. The tin box comes in handy for those times that you can’t make use of those small notebooks that you keep on your night table. Sometimes, those life thoughts come at the most inopportune moments, they play in your head for a little while and unless you immortalize them on paper, they would vanish in thin air and you can never capture them back, the way you thought of them a few minutes ago.
I just thought of opening my Fanny May tin box and smiled finding a list of books that I want to read, book quotes, cellphone numbers without names, medicine prescriptions, short lines, single words on small scratch papers but what I found so lovely is this prayer. I could not remember where I copied them from (senior moments working here) so whoever composed these lovely words, I will just say thank you.
LORD, in this life, I am often confronted with situations that make it difficult for me to think clearly. Grant me the patience and strength to handle anything I may encounter. Fill me with divine understanding so that I can quickly respond to the negative forces that would try to bring me down. May I find the peace and tranquility and calm that is only found in You.
Posted in blessings, blogging, health, journeys, life, reflections, silence speaks, tagged health, journeys, life, my 6th year in remission, reflections, silence speaks, thoughts on July 14, 2015 | 14 Comments »
It’s been a while and I’ve missed blogging. I don’t want to miss this opportunity though to say my heartfelt THANK YOU for all the blessings in my life.
Today is my 6th year in remission. Some of you might wonder why I celebrate something that brought me so much pain and insecurities and doubts and all the emotions you could imagine. I believe that you are strongest when you are at your weakest. Cryptic you might say but it is true. When you are at the lowest ebb in your life, when you feel so much alone, God is there to lift you up. When you are given second chances at life, you appreciate every minute of every day that you are alive. You appreciate the wonder of living no matter how painful it is sometimes, no matter how hurt you feel because not every one is happy for you. You wonder how you were able to cope but you did and you smile that you are brave and strong in facing all the challenges, and you are left standing tall and proud.
Six years ago, I also started this blog because I wanted to share my plight hoping that I could reach some souls out there who are in the same journey as I was. I am glad that a few also shared their personal experiences with me and I am happy that in the process of blogging, I met a lot of online friends who made the journey even more meaningful and worthwhile.
Six years ago, I was given a second chance at life. I am grateful and thankful for everything.
Today, I celebrate the beauty of life. Today, I celebrate the gift of second chances. Today, I celebrate the gift of family. Today, I celebrate the gift of friends who were with me throughout my journey and I am thankful for those new friends I met along the way.
The wind blows
And the chimes dance
What a happy sound.
Posted in books, journeys, life, our little bundle of joy, quotes, silence speaks, thoughts, tagged family life, journeys, life, Mary Oliver, reflections, silence speaks, thoughts on June 25, 2015 | 8 Comments »
“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 red bird to sing”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
I love waking up early thinking of what the day will bring. New hope, new beginnings! I love those quiet moments spent in thanksgiving although at times I skip some beads in my rosary because I am still sleepy.
Mary Oliver always reminds me of how lucky and blessed I am, the morning brings those inspiring thoughts again. Years ago, I discovered her writings online and I was impressed at how she could turn simple words into something a reader would cherish and ponder upon. I have two books of her poems given by a generous friend who knows my penchant for collecting book of poems. I borrowed a title of one of her books and made a blog out of it and until now it is one of my most-read blog posts.
I smiled while I was watering the plants a few minutes ago and thought of Nate and the many photos I took of him during their overnight stay last weekend. I smiled thinking of him asking me how dragons dance and I gladly obliged – what you’ll do to hear the laughter and see the big smile on his face. It was even more hilarious when he imitated my hand gestures and tried dancing too. Those priceless and precious moments would always be remembered with fondness. They are added to the treasure chest.
I am weaning myself off coffee the past few days and I thought I succeeded but this morning was a temptation so I had a nice cup while our three dogs followed me around the garden probably thinking that I’ll share the cup with them. Drinking two glasses of water is healthier than a cup of coffee.
Nissa brought me several books to read and I didn’t know where to start. I haven’t read John Grisham and James Patterson in years so they were quite a change from the contemporary and chick lit books that I have on my e-reader. I am almost done with my 2015 reading challenge on Goodreads (45 books out of 50), 21 books ahead of schedule. Hooray!
This morning brings those lovely thoughts again.
The cold mornings are back
Or is it just me
enjoying the break of dawn
when the morning wakes up
slowly in its slumber.
So many dreams to unfold.
So many possibilities.