Posts by: Rica Espiritu

Sometimes the most moving pieces of work is chaos expressed, anger channeled and emptiness personified. Let our fingers remember the emotions as they paint, click, type, mold, twist their way through the medium.   And that’s all she wrote, [googleplusauthor]

People go through in life looking for masters. Masters to teach them about God. Masters to teach them about life. Masters that they can emulate, adore and follow. Thousands of religions plus thousands more outside religion; bid the claim to mastery. Some look for them in distant lands, remote areas or places of...

Time and again, the songs that would often be a hit among tweeners would be those about friendship, courtship and being your own person. Finding your path in life and following it are two different issues. After one finds out what they want to do in life, pressures from peers and family suddenly become a burden to...

People often tell me “I can’t do what you do…you know, talk to the dead.” I’d always tell them that they can. In fact they’ve been doing it all their life and it is just known by another name. Praying. Technically you talk to the dead when you pray. There’s the saints, Jesus, Mother Mary, your parents and those that went...

I haven’t created a comic strip in decades, yet somehow this one had to be drawn…not written. Why “Noonies”? A friend of mine, Leanna, used that word to describe what we were all going through. “You know…that TV show where that alien guy went upside down in a closet and goes ‘noonie-noonie-noonie’…. ” she...

This blog has been brewing in my mind for almost a year. I had ideas on how to go about it, but whenever I’d try to start, fear and uncertainty would just wrap itself around my brain; rendering it immobile and devoid of anything worth writing. I was voicing out these fears to an old friend of mine a few days back and...

Once a week Paulo Coelho picks a character and features it in his blog. For this week he picked Lao Tzu and the words pierced through my soul like the first drop of rain on a parched ricefield devoid of life. After feeling that I’m lost in the fog of everyday, in a way, this was what I needed to hear… and I will share...

On this end, the sun’s light is filtered through a thin layer of smog and softly lights the houses behind the office buildings. You could see the hills of Laguna in the horizon. I will miss this view. I will definitely miss this moment. We all have beautiful memories.. I am glad I can save and share this one. And...

They say all wounds heal with time. Time can help us look at the past with indifferent eyes or with humor. Time and timing is everything. Same goes with photos. On my friend’s roofdeck was a small restroom. It was on top of that restroom that I saw the skyline angle I was looking for. As my son shook his head in...

Some things do look good in black and white... … Perhaps because it looks like it is pulled from memory that makes the image look magical… Almost unreal. And for that short moment, I felt I was walking along the streets 20 years ago from now. The same structure, the same pavement and the sound of children’s...