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No moment in our lives could pass

without affecting us in one way or another

somehow, there is always

a special place remembered

a smile

a hand clasp

a simple meeting of the eyes

all stored in the treasure chest of our memories.

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I have about thousands of books  on my shelves including my e-books on Moon Reader. Sometimes, I don’t know what to choose to read next. It is always a toss between a historical novel, YA books (sometime), memoirs or thrillers.  I promised myself I would read more classic books this year but it is hard to find one.

I like to read all of them but I need my eyes to be treated first. Going back to the doctor next week. Here are some books on my TBR list.

  1. Night Train To Lisbon – I’ve always wanted to read this since I found it but there are more lovely books around.
  2.  The Family  Corleone  by Ed Falco, a book about the Corleone family. I hope it is as good as the book by Mario Puzo.
  3.  The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan.   I’d like to read this again. I read it back in 2015 and I wrote this lovely quote in my notebook. “Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming – well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.”  Amy Tan is one of the talented authors I really, really like.
  4.  The Hunt for Red October. The book was  published in 1999. I saw my former boss at Bank of PI reading it before and I looked for a copy of the book but  until now I haven’t started it yet.
  5. The Signature of All Things. It is a fiction book by Elizabeth Gilbert, a historical saga. There was a time when I also bought a copy of Eat, Pray, Love many years ago but I got bored reading the first two or three chapters of the book.  I’ll give this one a try though but not in the immediate future.
  6. The Picture of Dorian Gray. It’s been on my wish list for quite sometime in the past then I found a good copy, a mass market produced book. I was even more blessed when a friend  gave me a thick copy of  the Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, a trade paperback.  Looking forward to read this one.
  7.  The Silence of War by Terry Mcgowan – a memoir  of a former Marine who returns to combat in Iraq and Afghanistan three decades after leaving the Corps. This intrigues me, it has mostly five stars on Goodreads.
  8.  The Valley of  Amazement by Amy Tan.  Another Amy Tan book  that I really want to read soon. A sweeping epic of two women’s intertwined fates and their search for identity  in a remote  Chinese village. It is a historical novel.
  9.  Written In My Own Heart’s Blood.  There was a time when I got so engrossed in Diana Gabaldon’s  Outlander series that I bought around more than ten of her books. Some were even hardbound but except for one or two left, they were all destroyed by typhoon Ondoy in 2009.  This one is number 8 in the series which I haven’t read yet. A historical novel  about 18th century Scotland.
  10. Write It Down, Make It Happen by Henriette Anne Klauser. I used to devour self-help books before during my college days. Indulged in  Psychology and Philosophy books too but now I just read those that makes me happy. I am curious about this though. Turning your dreams into reality. Stories about ordinary people who have witnessed miracles in their lives. This must be good.

 

 

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So you think letting go is easy?

How come you cling to the one last chance

One last glance, one last hello before the

final goodbye?

It hurts –

But time heals

The unpleasant memories

May rear their ugly heads once in a while

But you will learn to cope,

Bid yesterday a sad goodbye.

You will laugh at your own mistakes

And smile despite the tears

But soon you’ll know

You have learned to let go

At last!

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The last week since Palm Sunday, I’ve blogged about our Lenten journey. I enjoyed  watching  the Lenten programs on TV and attending mass at the nearby churches.

Today is the culmination of it all, it’s the day of Jesus’ Resurrection.   Jesus paid  a ransom to save us.  He redeemed us from our own worthlessness.  I think of life and the pains it makes us endure. We are resilient amidst  problems, we are strong amidst failures. No one is worthless in His eyes.

The past years were full of seemingly insurmountable happenings  but the belief and faith that all will be well in the end  are at the forefront of my prayers.  Prayers bring me joy when I feel so down. Prayers bring me hope when I feel hopeless. Prayer is a silent conversation with God.  There are times when I can’t sleep at night  and I pray the rosary. It is a shield from those negative thoughts that arise once in a while.  It calms me  and I get sleepy clutching the rosary beads in my hands.

Since I was given a second chance at life, I’ve become more grateful  with even the smallest blessing.  Even a smile from strangers is a blessing too.  I always love that part of the mass when we greet each other with  the words “Peace be with you.”  I remember one time I was besides this girl in one of the masses I attended. She shyly smiled at me when she said “Peace be with you.”  She might not know the significance of the greeting but it was a touching gesture from a child.

Do you believe in chance encounters?  Many, many years ago, a nun friend suggested this book to me called Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield. It was one of those books that I bought with closed eyes because it was very expensive.  There  were quotes there that I wrote  in my small notebook.

“It says that whenever people cross our paths, there is always a message for us. Chance encounters do not exist. But how we respond to these encounters determines whether we’re able to receive the message. If we have a conversation with someone who crosses our path and we do not see a message pertaining to our current questions, it does not mean there was no message. It only means we missed it for some reason.” 

So even that smile and the simple meeting of the eyes have meanings.  Life in all its broken dreams is still beautiful.

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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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