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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 had these lovely thoughts earlier in my head but when I sat down in front of my PC, they all vanished like air. My goodness, I am getting old and forgetful at certain times too.  Is this what we pay for adding years in our lives? I like to think, it’s the other way around because I value the wisdom I learned through the years. I am blessed to have  experienced things in the past that lifted me up somehow, given me strength to face what lies ahead. Yes, I am still looking forward to more years spending with my family and friends.

Today, we celebrate International  Women’s Day. Google says that  “in 1917 against the backdrop of the war, women in Russia again chose to protest and strike for “Bread and Peace” on the last Sunday in February (which fell on 8 March on the Gregorian calendar). … 1975 During International Women’s Year, the United Nations began celebrating International Women’s Day on 8 March.”

photo from Google

So why does the world celebrate International Women’s Day?  Why do we fight for women’s right?   It  is “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women.”

Do you really believe that women are the weaker sex? I don’t agree. We were born equal – equal opportunities, equal  chances to do good, equal chances to rise up to challenges.  What men could do, we could do too, sometimes even better.

There are jobs in most aspects of life that people think men could do better.  I know of women cops, women who do carpentry works, women who are skilled in any given field of choice.  We all know of women leaders.  I remember my days as an employee at the bank I used to work before. In all the years I’ve been there, all my big bosses were women.  And yes, they were all good. There was that nurturing amidst problems at work, there was that motherly care of all the employees under their watch. The camaraderie of having them around was priceless.

And talking of women, we talk of mothers too.  How could you juggle  a job caring for your little ones and at the same time working outside of home?  In times of crises, they stay strong for their family.

I love this quote from Mother Teresa:

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”

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Her pen –

poised  on top of the pristine pages.

attempting to wax poetic.

the metaphors and the similes don’t jibe though.

Maybe she forgot

what she wanted to write about.

maybe they were just thoughts not fit to be shared.

or just pure imaginings.


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It was one those lazy, lazy days. Yes I know, it’s just the start of March. Last January, I dreamed of  blogging every day but that’s not to be. There are days when  I can’t think of nothing to blog about. Ideas are hard to come by and a good content is not even in the offing.

I spent almost the whole day reading aside from an hour of loading the wash and ironing late in the afternoon.   For the last three days, I found two books that I rated five   stars and four stars  consecutively. One was entitled Summer At the Comfort Food Cafe by Debbie Johnson, my first book of the author.  It’s been sometime since I read a feel good story. Lovely characters, all of them.  It speaks about friendship, family relationships and love. It’s comfort at its best, a fantastic read. The other night I started on The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah.   I found the author some two or three years ago and I read a lot of her books.  The Great Alone is even lovelier than her famous The Nightingale.   This was set in the 1970’s. Alaska, a great and beautiful country  but has a harsh climate specially during winter. Winter lasts for six months and the sun shines for only six hours a day.  The wilderness, the beauty of it all. This is my 31st read this year.

I can’t help but write down some lovely quotes while reading it:

“Were you ever out in the Great Alone, 
when the moon was awful clear, 
And the icy mountains hemmed you in 
with a silence you most could hear; 
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and 
you camped there in the cold, 
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, 
clean mad for the muck called gold; 
While high overhead, green, yellow and 
red, the North Lights swept in bars?”

“Winter tightened its grip on Alaska. The vastness of the landscape dwindled down to the confines of their cabin. The sun rose at quarter past ten in the morning and set only fifteen minutes after the end of the school day. Less than six hours of light a day. Snow fell endlessly, blanketed everything. It piled up in drifts and spun its lace across windowpane, leaving them nothing to see except themselves. In the few daylight hours, the sky stretched gray overhead; some days there was merely the memory of light rather than any real glow. Wind scoured the landscape, cried out as if in pain.


I think I’ve reached another milestone in blogging.   I didn’t expect reaching more than 3,000  followers  since it is really not my number one priority. There are only a handful who regularly make comments and like my posts.  I am more into the number of visits the blog has garnered through the years.  The silent followers and visitors, those who  probably just read  one or two posts then move on. I don’t mind, what is important is  how one tries to reach out and  having  those wonderful visits  and followers is a bonus. Presently, I have  a total of 517,780  in my stats.

Blogging?  It is still a continuous fascination and joy for me. When my hands could no longer press the keyboard, when I could no longer think of something to write about, I’ll stop blogging. For now though, it’s still a GO 🙂

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What’s nice about Sunday is you can relax to your heart’s desire.

I wake up early during Sundays so we could attend the 6:30 am mass at the town proper.  I prepare breakfast first before leaving the house.  When I am not in the mood to cook lunch or dinner, we just order from outside.  One thing I do like about Sundays is that I am not obliged to labor near the stove…haha!  After watering the plants and cleaning the house, I am free to read  or make an advance post here but making advance posts seldom happens nowadays. Oh, I get lazy too thinking of what to write about. Not all days are inspiring ones.

Our Lady of Light Parish is busy preparing for the Canonical Coronation of the Blessed  Virgin Mary. The Patroness of Cainta will be crowned on December 1, 2018 after  receiving the Papal Bull more than a month ago. We celebrate our town fiesta every December 1, the official feast Our Lady of  Light.  Looking forward to the event.

I am done with 28 books since January 1, 28% of my Goodreads reading challenge. I am presently on my 29th book entitled  In the Midst of  Winter by Isabel  Allende.  Allende is a Chilean-American writer. The book  speaks of life and growing old.  This is just my second book of her although I have another one on my TBR list called  The Japanese Lover which is set during  WWII.  Come  Holy Week, I would have to stop reading fictions and memoirs and concentrate instead on my inspirational books by St. Therese, Henri Nouwen, and Thomas Merton. They are my reading companions during Lent.  I am in charge of posting the daily Gospel readings on our web page, a very helpful task for my spiritual growth.

Our friendly neighbor  came by a while ago bringing  with him a pot of a red  Shanghai Beauty. It would be a lovely partner to my pink ones. They are good planted as borders. My  bottle gourds are  doing nicely. I planted them from seeds two weeks ago. Josef and I made  additional trellis on top of the existing one at the back of the house.  It is really nice to see  them all – the tomato seedlings, eggplant, Thai chilli, okra and water spinach. Even are jackfruit trees are bearing small fruits again. Looking forward to harvesting them in a few months. The fulfillment one gets from gardening, so priceless.

Dance in the rhythm of life.

Happy  Sunday everyone!


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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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