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You’d think it is a review of the movie, right? Wrong. I just borrowed the title.

I saw this picture of a little girl walking with her old grandma and I suddenly thought of my grandparents. I grew up not knowing nor even seeing my paternal grandmother. She died when her youngest son was born (the seventh child- six brothers and a sister). What was sad about it my uncle Domie who is now around eighty-two years old was born with speech defect. He is the only one we call uncle and the rest of them we call Tatay. Tatay means father in the vernacular. I don’t know what happened, uncle Domie never attended school but he knows how to count, he knows the faces of our local money. His nieces including me are all called Bea (pronounced as Be)by him.

Most of my Dad’s brothers and only sister told me that I was a look-alike of my paternal grandmother, my height, the way I walk, the way I speak and the way I carry myself among relatives and friends. I wished I have known her.My older brother and I together with three cousins grew up under the care of my maternal grandmother. Mom was always with Dad when he was working here in Metro Manila until my eldest brother and I reached high school and we were all transferred here. My youngest brother spent his grade school years in a nearby public school when we lived in Quezon City. The four of us spent our high school years at the University of Santo Tomas, two of us graduated there in college.

Speaking of my baing (vernacular for grandma), she was quite strict with us but we grew up knowing how to pray the rosary every six o-clock in the evening. There was even a part there spoken in Latin but I already forgot all about it. I wrote in one earlier post here that I learned weaving mats through her. I learned a lot about life during the Second World War through her stories. That probably influenced me why I like reading about anything historical now.

Funny how sometimes, just a mere picture would trigger memories. Sometimes, you long for those days of old. You smile at the thought and you reminisce.

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Here are some more excerpts from my  older posts that I’ve shared with Interktib. They air now twice a week because some of those who take charge of the program are seminarians who have started their classes.

I have already shared those with check marks. Some go back as early as 2011.  I always look forward to sharing these words, touching a soul or two in cyberspace.

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When you feel like crying because you are touched,

deeply touched by inspiring words.

When you learn to appreciate the value of

lovely, lovely memories

You cry tears of  joy.

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There is something nice about reviewing your previous posts once in a while.  Sometimes you wonder, did you really write it? I already reached more than 3,000 posts on Dreams and Escapes alone. What a feat for me, and that figure does not include my four other blogs.

Reposting this  because I find it a happy one.

Chasing The Sunlight

NIssa took this shot one morning at Capones Island.

The morning sun  shows its face

 through the sheer curtains on my window

creating  pockets of light and shadow.

This moment,

This minute,

This hour,

Something I look forward to

a new day dawning,

new dreams to uphold.

And my pen waits on these pristine pages,

and I smile as I  begin to write,

Chasing thoughts running in my head.

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I don’t want to be

the bright and glaring

sunlight on your face.

I’d rather be the moon

that illuminates

your path at the darkest hour

to show you the way.

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*Our eyes met

You smiled

I found a friend.

**I knocked

I saw your face

I am home.

***I was lost

Saw the light on your window

Thank you

For being  my guardian angel.

****If you ever see gardenias in bloom

You’d probably say,

“Those are her favorite flowers”

And I would tell you,

“Thank you, what a nice

tribute to a friend….”

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Once in a while, I post some excerpts of my previous blog entries at my Memories on Facebook. They are not the whole posts themselves but just a few lines that catch my fancy at the moment. These are some of them which I wrote at different dates….more like different months and years.

The way you look at things probably depends on how you view life itself. As they always say, you could see a glass half-full or half-empty. It does not matter whether you’re 30 or 50, maturity comes not in the number you add to your age but in the richness of experience you encounter making you grow and learn a little more.

I’ve never been good at following “how to’s” unless it’s a complicated recipe that I need to experiment on. Sure, sometimes they make life easier but it is different from following rules that you have set yourself to do. The step-by-step-numbered rules bore me. I wonder if I am alone in this because sometimes I do encounter blog posts like how to learn to be happy or how to be a good writer or how to make your blog more popular(taken from the point of view of the author of course) but in real life we each have certain criteria and values that we wish to meet that we think assure us of happiness and success. It is like reading a highly recommended book but you find it boring. Short of saying “to each his own” we have our way of coping and facing what is in front of us. 

Boring or not, a book never fails to teach me a lesson.

It’s so quiet here, no tv, no radio, not even the noise of passing vehicles can be heard. It’s a deafening quiet and my mind is filled with riotous thoughts – the kind that have no beginning and have no end. Have you ever experienced those moments when you really want to write about them but you don’t know how and they just keep floating in your head? There is something you want to voice out and put down on paper (or shall we say, write in a draft in your PC whichever is more convenient) but it eludes you once you are staring at the blank screen. Whoa! What happened to the rich and jumbled thoughts I had earlier? Life, sometimes, is funny. No, life is funny. Make that three dots at the end.

Peace, serenity, warm welcome, quiet moments, bonding with friends, soul searching – I found them all at Caleruega. God is so visible in that place and to coin the words that describe it, it’s CLOSE TO NATURE, CLOSER TO GOD.

There is that one moment that stands out, so lovely, which makes you say, “I need another moment like this”.

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Journeys


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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