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We are all pilgrims trying to find our own place under the sun.

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Sometimes we think of so many things at the same time

We see blurred images from a distance.

We try to cope with the everyday happenings in our lives.

We believe with faith that we could always rise through the storms.

We dream, we discover, we give thanks.

Above all, we love.

 

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I am not sure if I have already posted this meme here before but I found it in one of my “Memories” on Facebook last New Year’s Day. Sharing it with you again. I just love the message it brings.

Courage.

How many of us at one point in our lives needed this word and we had to act on it? How many times have we planned something to do but we lack the courage to pursue?  How much time have we spent seesawing in  our decision because we lack the courage to stand  pat  and face the storms in our lives?

Courage.

A simple word but it takes maybe a few seconds or days and months to act on it.  To quote Winston Churchill:  “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” We may be brave but we lack enough courage to act on something. It is never too late or too early to do what we want to be. We can make the best of everything or just stand by and watch. We could start right now and be prepared to face the storm.

Courage, dear heart.

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Last night was the start of our yearly Simbang Gabi or Dawn mass.  Back in the days, it used to be called Rooster Mass because  4am or 5am were usually when the rooster in your neighborhood crows.  Simbang Gabi is a beautiful nine-day novena masses in Thanksgiving for all the blessing one received in the year. It’s traditional for us Filipino Catholics. I think it is only in the Philippines where you could find this. Times has changed, nowadays these Simbang Gabi are celebrated early, usually the night before the next day to give way for those who want to attend the novena after office.  They are also brought to some malls where they are celebrated at noon and most offices also hold these masses during lunch break.

I was overjoyed seeing the Pope opening the Simbang Gabi tradition. The mass readings were read in Tagalog  but there was a translator in English. Even the songs were sung in Tagalog  by the Filipino community. I’d like to think we are special because they have adapted one of the lovely traditions in our Catholic life.

Although our country is now in the brink of…..how do you put it….the ship is sinking fast because of these non-performing powers that be in our government, I still have high hopes that this will end eventually and we will rise up again. It may just take one brave soul to start it, right now though, we are at the mercy of one man who holds everything from the Supreme Court to the Legislative Branch to our National Police down to the barangay level. I need not elaborate, perhaps you also read them online.

I digress.

We were talking about Simbang Gabi, right? There are many churches now and several congregations too that televise the celebration of the nine-day novena masses. They end the day before Christmas day.

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In case you’re wondering, “tita” simply means an auntie in our language.

Yesterday, Louie, the son of my youngest brother graduated from Architecture. I blogged about my niece and nephews’ achievements several days ago. Since they live across the miles, I’ve always been proud of every good news that I receive from them.

Years ago, Louie sent me one of his pencil sketches  when he was just sixteen years old. I blogged about it here.  That was the start of his leanings to the arts. Taking up architecture in college is another  step ahead.

He took the course in just four and a half years instead of five.

 

He is the awardee for Jack and Carol Corgan Award for 2019 at Oklahoma State University. Noel tells me that those names of the awardees every year since 2014 are permanently posted in their school.

I remember my own blessed time when Nissa graduated from college. She graduated Magna Cum Laude at the Univ. of Santo Tomas where my siblings, my son and I also studied.  She’s now a manager of the bank where she works.

When our kids show outstanding performance in school, we are probably prouder than they are.

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Cold December is definitely here.

I went out for a while to sweep the street fronting our house and the sidewalk near one of the village gates which is just at the end of lane at the side of the house, there was this cold wind blowing softly.  Not so used though to the cold especially when you are just in t-shirts and shorts.

But I just love the cooler nights. Imagine this, drinking  a  hot cup of  salabat  (ginger tea) while you are reading early at night or watching a nice film on I Want on your tab…what a perfect way to unwind.  Or maybe munching on those crispy peanuts which you bought earlier when you went to mass….heaven.

One of my friends here whose blog Saved By Words  is definitely worth a read recommended an author a few days ago. Elizabeth is all praises for the author. Luckily, I found three of his books online. Allen Eskens is a lawyer and a mystery writer. I am looking forward to read his first book called The Life We Bury. I am excited when I discover new authors on my list. Always  looking out for someone new since most of the first offerings are such engrossing read.

It is December 10 now in our neck of the woods. The Christmas clock say: It’s  14 days,  16 hours and 33 minutes until Christmas.

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Every year, during his birthday and death anniversary, I would always write about him. Those things that I still vividly remember in my mind. I couldn’t count the anecdotes and stories we have shared in the past. When I stopped working at the bank, Dad and Mom stayed with me. Almost every afternoon and sometimes when I am trimming the grass, he would sit on the ledge of our garage and regale me with those stories of long ago.

I remember, I first learned to read novels and books through him. He would borrow books from their library at the UST High school and allow me to read when I was no longer busy with school assignments. I graduated from those Mills and Boons stories back in high school and learned more reading genre when I started working as a student librarian while studying at the same time.

When we were in grade school, my  brothers and I stayed in the province with my grandmother most of the time when mom won’t be around to take care of us. When my two brothers and I started high school, they transferred my youngest brother here in Manila to continue with her grade schooling.  I remember those days when dad would come home every December break from school and he would bring along various groceries and old clothes (of students) from their school. Mom would distribute the latter to our neighbors  and sometimes  would even make alterations on the good ones for us to wear. I remember those days when Dad would make us sit and remove white hairs from his head. We would count them afterwards and Dad would give us some cents for candies…haha! I remember those days when he would harvest our Formosa pineapples  and cashews from the trees we planted together when I was a kid.  He loved fruits. He planted several coconut saplings when he retired from work, they are all bearing fruits now.

This is one of my favorite pictures of him which I have posted too several years ago. He was in his early eighties when this photo was taken.

I want to share these lovely quotes with you on fatherhood.

“I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father’s waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.”
― Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

“My father didn’t tell me how to live;
he lived, and let me watch him do it”
― Clarence B. Kelland

“A father’s tears and fears are unseen, his love is unexpressed, but his care and protection remains as a pillar of strength throughout our lives.”
― Ama H.Vanniarachchy

 

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