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How apt these words are to what our country is going through.

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Thanks Richard for another lovely quote....

Thanks Richard for another lovely quote….

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This made me smile. So true!

another lovely quote from Richard Paul Evans...

another lovely quote from Richard Paul Evans…

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Sharing another quote from my favorite author....

Sharing another quote from my favorite author….

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It should not surprise us that, at the end of a journey, our destination looks different than we imagined at the beginning. It  looks different up close.

I’ve missed you guys. It’s been a while. I got so engrossed reading that I was not so inclined to blog. Christmas stories, fiction or not are always the best reads during the Season. They give you that lift, something that inspire and teach the heart to appreciate simple things in life and enjoy those moments that are sometimes  overlooked in this busy cosmos that we live in.

There is one author that I’ve blogged about more than I can count.  He is an online friend at Facebook. Several years ago, I came across one of his books at National Bookstore but a P600 plus  price tag back then was so expensive for me. I bought it just the same. The first paragraph got me hooked, it was a love affair with Richard Paul Evan’s books since then. His books are not normally carried here so most of the copies that I have are gifts from friends who know  my penchant for collecting his works.  Too bad, I lost some of them five years ago when we were  hit by the disastrous typhoon Ondoy. A week ago, I was talking to a friend thru Viber when she said that she bought two copies of The Mistletoe Promise, the latest book of Richard Paul Evans. It’s one more lovely gift to add to my collection. A bookworm that I am, I searched the net if I could download an e-book copy. I finished it all in one day and he had me crying not because it was a sad story but it was so beautiful, uplifting and warmed my heart more than I care to admit. Richard’s books often make me cry. A story of redemption, forgiveness and love – subjects that I could wholeheartedly relate to. By the way, The Mistletoe Promise is a Christmas love story. I won’t attempt to make a review here, it’s for you to discover.  Richard has just started a blog and he is asking his readers  how often we want him to update it. I said I won’t mind reading a weekly post from him.

Do you keep a journal? I know some of you do. I just added a few wonderful quotes from Richard’s book. He said and I quote, “Anyone can open a book, not everyone can appreciate the beauty of the writing.” What I remember most though are these lines, “Everyone needs an emotional foxhole. A place to hide when life’s storms hit”. Even in the darkness of days, there are oases of joy.

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Early this morning, I was checking my news feed and saw this photo which Richard Paul Evans (my favorite author) shared on his wall. He has been on my mailing list for I think, more than ten years now and when I joined Facebook several years ago, we became online friends. I think and I presume he would not really mind my sharing this pic since he is always generous enough to let his fans  share his personal quotes (in pictures) lifted from his several published books. I actually have a whole album (around 192 photos) that I collected over the years.  He made one of  his favorite recipes – fried rice.

Richard Paul Evan's fried rice. It does look yummy!

Richard Paul Evan’s fried rice. It does look yummy!

I was envious. I was actually planning to cook fried rice too for breakfast using just  three cloves of garlic . Partnered with  longganisa (our native sausage)  with spicy vinegar as dipping sauce , it is really yummy.  His recipe is included in his Promise Me Recipe Book .  I made one  of my own. Here in our country, anything goes with fried rice, you can invent and add your favorite ingredients  and it is a meal in itself and since rice is a staple food in our country (we eat rice three times a day), it is easier to turn left-over food into something really yummy. Here’s mine.

Fried rice is a stand- alone meal mostly served in Chinese restaurants.

Fried rice is a stand- alone meal mostly served in Chinese restaurants.

I used four pieces of longganisa, cut into cubes, two eggs, two cloves of garlic, diced green bell pepper, diced carrot, a pinch of salt and white onion. Josef loved it.

Want to try it? Give me some feedback.

 

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Just sharing a quote from one of my favorite authors, Richard Paul Evans. I still collect all those quotes from his several books and he always says, “you are free to share”.

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Good morning Saturday 🙂

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Okay, I am reviving my month-ender and  “happy new month” blog. I used to do it in some of my posts but sometimes, in the midst of daily living, you forget things that were part of your routine.

May has quietly faded into June  and  as always it left something to cherish and to treasure. It was terribly hot but the afternoon showers that we got during the last week  somehow diffused the humid feel of the month. Yesterday, I visited my daughter at her office at BPI to get a package  sent by a friend from the US. I took an FX taxi from our place to Ayala Avenue and along the way I was like a child getting re-acquainted with an old place and taking note of changes that were not there thirteen years ago. Thirteen years, seems so long  ago –  yes, it’s been thirteen years since I left Bank of the Philippine Islands  when I availed of an early retirement to take care of my two kids.  Seeing new faces  but looking for old ones who were my former office mates, I now can’t imagine myself as part of the young crowd waiting for elevator rides  and beating the 8:30am rush  to log  in to work. I was with BPI for more than twenty-one years, right after I graduated from college. Waking up early, car pooling,  early morning masses at Greenbelt chapel, lunch breaks and quick walks to Glorietta, afternoon rush to share a ride with friends on the way home, the routine of a working mom, they came rushing back when I saw the facade of BPI. Ayala Avenue has changed of course with more high-rise buildings sprouting from every nook and cranny, it’s after all the Makati Central Business District. What I noticed though was there were lots of people lining up the sidewalk of Ayala Avenue smoking. I am glad I brought a face mask. During my time, smokers just stay at the back of our building at the open parking space. Why can’t they totally prohibit smoking in public?

Sometime last October, I wrote a blog on the newest book of Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings dreaming of having a copy of it when it’s published. It has become one of my top-rated posts  although it was more of me than the book. Yesterday, I finally got hold of it and perused each word, smiling like crazy holding it in my hands, enjoying the feel of  silk because the dust jacket  is so smooth to the touch.

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This is my second book of Mary Oliver and I love how she portrays nature in so many different ways. It feels like you are beside a brook or just looking at an unknown bloom by the wayside or discovering the glint of the moon on a dark night.  Odette, who has become a close friend sent me all these, three books, two latest publications from my favorite author Richard Paul Evans and a copy of A Thousand Mornings together with a hard drive which she says I could use for all the shots that I want to save. Speaking of blessings, they pour in a thousand ways too.

Let me share one of her poems with you. Reading her words always keep me inspired, silently smiling to myself and telling the old me, I am lucky, aren’t I?  The  journey is long but I am blessed.

The Gardener
 
Have I lived enough?
Have I loved enough?
Have I considered Right Action enough, have I
      come to any conclusion?
Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?
Have I endured loneliness with grace?
 
I say this, or perhaps I’m just thinking it.
       Actually, I probably think too much.
 
Then I step out into the garden,
where the gardener, who is said to be a simple man,
       is tending his children, the roses.

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