Life

Amidst the laughter and the singing that surrounded me, I saw a stranger on his board in the middle of the sea. He leisurely rowed away from the beach, away from all that noise. It was just him, the water, the wind in the tropics.   [googleplusauthor]

We spend most of our days working. We talk to people without really communicating. “Do this, do that, what’s the status on, have you seen the news, how’s the weather, this is the plan, boss says, wife says, hubby says, son says”.. No wonder people say we don’t stop to smell the flowers – that is, to stop and look at...

I was fortunate enough to have grandparents who took me for long walks by the bay when I was a child. My grandmother would always tell me, “sea air is good for your asthma. You and your lolo [grandfather] must walk along the bay in CCP [Cultural Center of the Philippines] because both of you have asthma.” When...

Last night I had an interesting conversation with a guy. We’re so immersed in our own environment that nothing stands out. From the weather to the traffic, everything is “typical”. We take the noise, the smells, the dust, the people for granted because those are things we complain about and would rather ignore. But what...

December 15, 2012: Adam Lanza walks into Sandy Hook Elementary School carrying guns, kills 20 children, 6 adults and succeeds in traumatizing the other students, faculty and parents. The world struggles to understand, how can a 20-year old kill his mother then drive to the school where his mother works and  massacre...

True wealth is the ability to fully experience life. – Henry David Thoreau I took this photo 10 minutes ago. It’s ten minutes past 6am and the sky burned with the light of a new dawn for a few minutes. A few minutes were all it took for me to put things in perspective in my life. From the point of view of a person full...

Checking to see if I can post using the WordPress plugin from my phone. I have always wanted to write about things as they happen. Now I can do that. Yeah — as if Facebook wasn’t enough!   [googleplusauthor]

‘When are you going to buy another camera?” My son asked. “Perhaps this year after my project finishes and after buying a washing machine [it finally died after 7 years….].” I said, taking in the beauty around me and taking pics. “Why?” “When you get to buy another camera, can I have this one mom?” Brian asked. Trying...

For those who do not know me, I am a single mother with a teen-age son. Since I can’t use that “Oh talk to your father [your uncle, your grandfather, your father’s-cousin’s-neighbor-in-law] kind of excuse, I have to deal with questions boys have when they reach “that” age. In this case – whatever age that signifies...

by: [googleplusauthor] What happens when you die? Are promises broken? Do the bonds you create in this life truly break when one dies? They don’t. Not in this life. Not in death. Not ever. The dead do walk among us. Even if we do move on and heal, they still drop by from time to time. Checking up on us, proud of what...

I’ve often longed to walk in the woods, have a solitary moment with nature, to commune and receive enlightenment as the buddha did, under a bodhi tree [Hmm we don’t have those, although a mango tree would do]. But no. There are times when I feel condemned to trudge the life of a worker, trying to make ends meet to...

Home. When I was a kid I learned that home was where my parents and grandparents were. We were made to memorize our phone numbers and addresses. If we got lost, we were to go to the nearest police station and give the honorable policeman my address and he will take me home. When I was in college, I learned that home...

These are collection of stories from news, friends and memories that remind me why I love Life! — I was telling a friend about this person in blogster. The writer’s bones would snap and ache, with an eyesight that’s almost going, but never ceased to write about her cat who brought laughter to the lives who would read the...

In the beginning there was darkness. That was where all creation came from. The darkness of one’s thoughts, the murkiness of one’s womb, the shadows of sleep where dreams take shape. Creation is like a drug that gets the blood running. An idea that can drive you insane like the incessant caterwauling of cats out in the...

THE OTHER day my son asked me how I felt about being old. What?! Old?! Me?! I was taken aback. I do not think of myself as old. My 14-year old son thought I was joking, but I was perfectly serious. I told him that it was an interesting  question, and I would ponder on it. Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now,...