“How many times will we celebrate my birthday?” Mom asked me earlier today.
I told her, it is okay to celebrate it again with her favorite desserts and another cake. The other Sunday, we already celebrated her birthday in advance thinking that my brother would fetch her any day soon but it took two weeks more before my brother could schedule a day convenient to him. She will be going home tomorrow after almost two months with us. She was clapping her hands when she saw me making one of her favorite desserts, a yummy buko salad. Josef’s girlfriend gifted her with another cake and lots of baon for tomorrow. She loves munching on peanuts and cornik while playing her favorite card game.
I was forced to watch afternoon television when she learned of the channel that shows nonstop Tagalog movies. There is an unspoken agreement between us that at the strike of 3pm, she positions herself in front of the television to watch feature presentation. Since she is hard of hearing, the sound has to be a little loud. Sometimes she laughs and shouts and enjoys the stories shown there. I will definitely miss her. She has this habit of rubbing my back while we are seated together watching. At times, I have to repeat words so she could understand but that’s okay too. I could not imagine how it is that you can hear sounds but you can’t understand.
Two days more to go.
HAPPY 86th BIRTHDAY MOMMY! You are a shining star in my sometimes bleak world.
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The morning comes
just a little too late
The coffee has gone cold
and the little sparrows
singing a while ago
I wonder if she realizes
that she is alone now
with silence for company,
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One shy smile
One simple hello
Could change a cloudy morning
Into a sunny day.
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For a while now, since WordPress upgraded to a new post format, I have noticed this. I still use the old one by going to the Dashboard, choosing Posts then Add New. It will bring you to the old format. Since I am so used to it for the past five years or so, I still find it convenient and easier to do a blog post in this set-up. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks that easily, right? I rather like the new apps and updates WordPress is making but sometimes, I find it harder to blog using all these.
I noticed that even if I post a new blog entry through this old format, when I make edits once it is posted, it reverts back to the new one with all my paragraphs lumped together in just one whole mess so I have to edit it again and press enter twice to make those paragraphs appear again. Why is this so? Have you noticed it too?
I am glad though that when I looked at my stats today, it finally reached 325,014. Today is Holy Saturday, easier to remember that Holy Week 2015 brought me followers too. The past three days, I was surprised by the number of visitors reading my blog posts. It’s a nice feeling to be noticed in the blogging world. Oh and there is 31% more left for me to use.
Blogging has become a way of life….certainly. I could not imagine my days not visiting WordPress. I could not imagine reading a blog post from my WordPress friends without commenting. I am enriched by the things they share in their blogs. I learn a lot too seeing photos of places I have never visited. I am blessed knowing a bit of a different culture from mine.
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We have just been told that today, April 1 is the official start of summer. It’s funny really since here we are, a little anxious about a coming typhoon which reports say would be a really strong one. I am keeping my fingers crossed that when it reach Philippine shores it would weaken and let us enjoy the weekend. Easter Triduum will start tomorrow and there is Easter Sunday to really look forward to. This morning my son asked me if we will be able to do our annual Visita Iglesia as we planned. I told him that if the weather gets really worse, we could just visit our Parish and do our Fourteen Stations of the Cross there. What is important is to spend our time in prayer, do our own reflections and remember that this is the most important occasion in celebrating our faith as Catholics. Time to reflect, time to give thanks, time to celebrate God’s overflowing graces. I remember a Lenten recollection I attended a year ago and the priest asked the participants what is their favorite passage in the Bible and most of us had the same thoughts and remembered these words:
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. – John 3:16
This is the message that the season of Lent brings. Pope Francis in his 2015 message for the Holy Lent reminded us to ask the Lord: “Make our hearts like yours”, a heart which is firm and merciful, attentive and generous, a heart which is not closed, indifferent or prey to the globalization of indifference.
It’s stuck in my head again. Every time April comes, I remember it. And I sing, silently. My April dreams sometimes are just that, dreams and longings, pleasant thoughts that slowly unravel and envelope me in the comfort of tears. Oh yes, you might wonder, I cry when I am happy. Over the years, silence has become a friend, a friend I seek and welcome. I need not speak of my thoughts (the words would not come anyway) but silence is there waiting for me to break into a song.
♫♪♫Little did we know
Where the road would lead
Here we are a million miles away from the past
Travelin’ so fast now There’s no turning back
If our sweet April dream doesn’t last♫♪♪
Here comes April and summer memories.
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Hi everyone! How have you been? It’s been a while and there is no valid reason neglecting this blog except that I was just busy. It’s Holy Week next week so I have to finish everything (gardening included) so I could at least spend it in quiet reflection and visit some churches for our annual Visita Iglesia. Hopefully, Josef and I could do the Manila loop on Holy Thursday. I wish mom is strong enough to join us in the Stations of the Cross. I love visiting churches nearby during the season of Lent but I haven’t ventured in the churches of Manila yet We have done the Rizal area as far as Morong and Cardona and several towns in Laguna. Rizal province and Laguna have the most beautiful century old churches in the Eastern loop, well-preserved and they have lovely facades. One time, we tried the churches in Marikina City, Josef was driving and we got lost along the way. Marikina has a lot of one-way streets and it was quite confusing. Hopefully, we could do it again and I suggested if we could just take a commute since most churches in Manila are near each other.
I am catching up on my reading. All the Light We Cannot See is my first book of Anthony Doerr. It’s Goodreads’ choice 2014 winner. It is a historical fiction set during World War II, a wonderful and moving account on the lives of two teenagers, a blind girl from France and a German orphan boy who grew up in an industrial and mining town in Germany. I love reading about WW II, be it fiction or a true account of what happened. My parents have their own personal account of it when the Philippines was occupied by the Japanese. The book is another facet of history as told by Doerr. I love Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief (read it twice actually) and almost all the books of Leon Uris about the war in Poland and what life was like in Ireland during the Industrial Revolution, subjects that keep me awake for hours until my eyes can no longer decipher the words. Here are some interesting quotes from the book. I jot them down as I read them.
“Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”
“We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.”
“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.
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