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It rains every day now

and seeing these late Gardenia blooms reminds me of summer,

those days of lovely sunrise and sunset.

Life is good.

Life is wonderful.

And I always remind myself to take time and appreciate what nature brings.

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The other day, a friend who is a newly qualified teacher sent me a message looking for a poem All I Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten.  She needs it in her value education class in a public school. I told her it is not really a poem but a title of a book by Robert Fulghum, a summary of life’s little treasures that made a big impact on me when I read it several years ago. It’s actually my first encounter with Robert Fulghum. I was lucky enough to find three more of his books and they have pride of place in my bookshelves.  I thought we all need to be reminded of those things our parents and our teachers taught us when we were kids, practical tips that still hold true until now. It all boils down to the basics, right? It’s the Golden Rule summed up in a few words.

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are – when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Living a balanced life – it’s all work and no play so they say. We are all engrossed and so busy with work that we sometimes forget to relax and feed our minds and our hearts with activities that make us happy. We are so busy living a life (the way we want and understand it) that we forget the passing years not knowing how to smell the flowers, how to appreciate nature at its best, how to just be.  You would think that is easier said than done and it’s true that in this busy cosmos of life, you will just be surprised that you’ve grown old, with white hairs slowly showing and you ask yourself, “Where have all the years gone?”  Then you dream of those things that you wanted to do when you were young.

Life is short and the untrodden paths are sometimes the best way to see what is on the other side. Your attitude towards any situation would always make a difference.

“It doesn’t matter what you say you believe – it only matters what you do.”

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It’s 3:45 am  on a Monday morning.

One feels that inner peace and quiet at this time of the morning.  I’ve been awake since 3am. My eyes got used to waking up early again. It’s nice to sit here in front of my PC  while having a hot cup of coffee.  Drinking coffee has become a temptation again. Argh!

I’ve just checked my stats and I was surprised to see these figures – 346,061. It may not be that significant to other bloggers but it matters a lot to me. I haven’t been posting regularly like I used to, sometimes once or twice a week is enough but I am grateful to my loyal readers who still visit and read my older posts. It’s been six years and one month since I started my journey here and it is truly an amazing feat that I have reached these numbers. I may not have  a lot of followers  but I appreciate those comments and likes  from a few who read my posts. No matter how we deny ourselves that these numbers are not that important, to me, they are. Reaching out, touching a bit of some people’s lives, inspiring a few and  learning from some made blogging truly worthwhile. This is my 1,699th post per WordPress’ count. I remember those days when I was just starting here and was brave enough to join the 2011 Post A Day challenge, when every post you make, WordPress has a lovely word to describe it. I miss those days but I doubt if I could challenge myself to do another one again.  You can’t force yourself to write when you don’t even know where to start, right?  I’ve always said, time and again that blogging has somehow become a way of life, just like craving for a hot cup of coffee early in the morning, the day is not complete without it. Having lots of followers or a significant number of visitors are a bonus.

This is a bit funny, I’ve been on a reading marathon the past few days and in between finishing Anna Karenina, all the books I’ve read so far are about food, chefs and cooking. It’s not by choice, they just happened and now I am craving for upside-down cake. And it should be not just any fruit, it has to be those sweet pineapple rings  on top of it. Back in high school, this was the only cake that I bought in our canteen. It’s been years since I’ve tasted a slice. Josef suggested that I buy a loaf but I told him I’ll bake my own one of these days, that is. See what a book can do to influence one’s life?

Finally, my gardening task is finished and the garden looks pretty now with the stepping-stones highly visible among the cut carabao grass. We still have to tackle the vacant space outside though, the grass grows there by leaps and bounds. It rains everyday now so it is quite hard to garden when the grass is wet. The life of a reluctant gardener…..sometimes.

I am having a problem with Firefox but it’s hard to navigate other browsers that Josef uploaded on my PC. It’s hard to learn something new when you are not that decisive to do it so Chromium and Opera would have to wait.

Good morning, have a good day :)

 

 

 

 

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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!

 

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never-give-up

One thing I learned early in life is that of never giving up. Dreams are for those people who believe that they come true, right?

When I started blogging almost six years ago, I was in a quandary on how to make it interesting and worth-reading but my main aim was just to share my journey, touch other people’s  lives (quite ambitious) and helping them cope with  a life-threatening ailment that I  never expected to happen. I just sought for a venue where I could lighten the burden through writing, staying anonymous but letting other bloggers find it through its own merit. My first followers were fellow sojourners, seeking an end to a painful reality, wishing that the journey is not that heavy to traverse and that the long road may not be that treacherous  and perilous.

Never give up.

Three little words but have a powerful message.  Do you remember that beautiful book  entitled Hope For The Flowers by Trina Paulus?  It’s a children’s book, a fable actually and you can read it in less than an hour but the message of hope abounds. There is more to life than eating leaves and being a butterfly. The struggle to climb at the top of the heap might seem impossible but it can be done, like life itself.

Never lose hope.

I cling to that lovely image in my heart, hoping for the best always, believing in God’s words that He is there in the long journey with me, holding my hand. Dreams never end and hey, they do come true.

(just reposting this here, my 1st entry to my new blog)

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Thank You

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.

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The wind blows

And the chimes dance

What a happy sound.

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