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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.

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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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One is privileged at times spending the day just lazing around, reading snippets of gossip on my news feed ( I know, I know you would say, sometimes they are not worth-reading at all) and I hate it that FB changed the rules again. You can even see several timelines where your friends commented on a post, no matter how irrelevant or how unimportant they are to you. If not for AFCC, I would quit FB but I have an apostolate online that is even more important than the nonsense shout outs that I oftentimes see there.

Happy Sunday!

It’s been raining on and off the whole day. I was caught in a downpour when the mass ended early this morning. Time to bring out those sturdy umbrellas, the rainy season is finally here. I can feel the wind on my face.  I had breakfast at Jollibee ordering a favorite combination of fried rice, longganisa, pouched egg and a cup of really hot chocolate. Where else  would you find a free copy of Philippine Star for morning news but at Jollibee? I am afraid to admit though that sometimes it’s only the headlines or opinion pages that catch my attention. There are two writers that I admire there, Lucy Torres’ byline Love Lucy and Barbara Gonzales’ Second Wind. Lucy’s articles are a joy to read –  such varied and rich subjects like her married life, her only daughter Juliana, her penchant for crafts, the early years she spent growing up in Ormoc and other stories that sometimes make me smile and laugh and get inspired. She extends the Christmas season from early September to as late as February the following year. Barbara  Gonzales says that she is in her 70’s, a former executive at McCann Erickson and writes her piece every Saturday. She teaches writing too but she says that the way she teaches is far more different than the way you learn in a classroom seating. I’ve long wanted to attend her class but I find the fee too stiff for my budget. She lives alone and enjoys what she does every day  sharing about her life getting on years and growing older. She makes jewelries too and sells them in bazaars.  When I get to be her age, I hope I would enjoy every day like she does, making crafts, playing solitaire (not my cup of tea though), updating her journal, enjoying occasional visits from the grand kids. She leads a quiet life but she is happy.

Happy rainy Sunday. Maybe, now is the perfect excuse to drink a hot cup of coffee. I get nervous when it rains cats and dogs. I hope there are no flooded areas in the metro.

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Time flies.

I wonder how many times I blogged about month endings and beginnings. Was it only yesterday that I was blogging about Christmas? Here we are again, June is about to say goodbye and July is inching its face.  It rained last night, that kind of downpour that always makes you wish you were all at home, cozy amidst the angry battering like bullets on the rooftop. I told Josef he was lucky it was his day off. That smell of rain sometimes brings fear but it also makes everything around greener than before. The dust of several months have finally been washed out and if only for this, I welcome the rain.

Time flies too soon.

I remember these famous lines from the poet Langston Hughes about dreams and life.  It says and I quote, “hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly”. I always hold on to that thought, dream on, look at life and face it bravely no matter what. There are times when the easiest thing to do is to give up but being weak and knowing that you  are, accepting your faults and acknowledging your mistakes is even more admirable than showing false bravado amidst your tears. Life’s  journey is not a straight path, it consists of little setbacks that make it more meaningful in the end.  Life is not a paved highway, there will always be potholes along the way.

Time flies too soon and June is rapidly coming to a close. It’s been a lovely month  spent reading a lot and gardening despite the heat. I hope the month of July would be kind to my weary bones and aching joints.

Time flies too soon and before you know it, Christmas is here. Wait a minute, did I just say Christmas?


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“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.

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