The pen has fallen
the last page remains unwritten.
Neither one of us expected that it would be sooner than soon. Both of us knew that you were sick. Complicated diabetes, you said. But you always had your way of lightening grave matters and your sense of humor was an unfathomable abyss.
You were writing a book then. The real world of a jester. You said it's unfinished, but unfolding nicely and then....
For whom the bell tolls.
You once read that to us, years and years passed. Now the bells' tolling for you. I won't be there, you know. But I will pray for you.
Thank you, dear and trusted friend
how it looks - it has three wheels;
and how it works - it is foot-pedalled.
(To pedal in our dialect is sikad).
This is common in the province
where life is not a rat race
and traditions are remembered and repeated
as they evolve in time.
I find travelling by tri-sikad interesting
as it enables me to:
- savor the view of the countryside
- relax as the gentle breeze beats on my face
- recognize a red, black or blue ant that crosses my way
- greet unhurriedly a cousin or friend on the road
- watch amused at the face of the kids
as I smile and wave hello.
The tri-sikad goes slow
a reflection of the life here in the province.
Even its people don't age fast
as they take life in stride
laughing off life's worries
living one day at a time.
The tri-sikad drivers I've met
were simple, honest people
who would patiently wait
as I drop or pick up something
en-route to the house of a friend.
If I don't know how to get to a place
I just give them the name
and they'd bring me there
If it is beyond their bounds
I'd have to make a square deal
and settle with a price
that is no longer the regular fare.
If weather permits
it's a door-to-door delivery
for the tri-sikad driver has a code to himself:
deliver the package
in fit shape
or he'll lose face.
If you'll give a tip
to the weather-beaten man,
you'll be making his day
under this heat of the sun.
It is not really easy
to pedal around
and be drenched by the rain
burned by the sun
all these and more
just to earn a living
for his family and all.
Labels: family - kids
Like the rest of us,
Labels: kitchen fire
there are times when we feel we are working alone
as we focus on the task
that is especially given to us
and each is on his/her own.
It makes me think of what a mother once said.
She has nine children, same as ours
and not one is left especially on working hours.
I realize that even as we live with so many
we have this solitary life.
We make decisions,
we do our share of work
When the father of a very good friend was confined in the hospital, my sister who works as a doctor there advised me to bring flowers when I go to visit. I asked why. She confided that flowers seem to have a magical effect on most of her patients as they responded positively to these, often enabling a speedy recovery.
I told her that flowers have pollen and they might not be good for people who are sick. She said, yes. But still she continues to notice how a room with flowers changes the otherwise dreary atmosphere of a hospital room, mysteriously lifting up the spirit of the melancholic or ailing person.
No wonder flowers are used for special occasions like birthdays, valentine's day, anniversaries, and most rites as they do not just show how we appreciate the person, or reveal how we try to beautify the room, but I guess it's more on hoping that something positive will come out of the occasion.
Just don't overdo it. The room might look like a funeral parlor. Or otherwise make the person feel that he/she should open a flower shop.
Labels: family - baby
Time seems too slow when we wait
Sometimes, we do not really know what we are expecting when we wait
I often tell myself that I will not wait anymore
But still, I end up waiting
In spite of this, I still hope for a better tomorrow as I ponder on how Europe survived its own dark years.
It must have been due to the vigilance of its people to minimize corruption (as it never seems to be totally eradicated).
As long as there will be people who will clamor for justice and peace...
as long as there will be those who will choose to naturally respond to their inner stirrings of compassion, prudence and truth...
as long as there will be those who will remain faithful to their nature as HUMAN PERSONS...
there is still hope for a better tomorrow...
for a dream of a new heaven and a new earth to truly exist.
It's almost lunch time here and there's a storm outside.
I am confined in this office, seeking protection, comfort in this warm, dry office. The canteen is two buildings away from where I am. I don't like to go out and get wet. For now, this office is my comfort zone.
I am thinking of lunch, especially the lunch fare (seen in the picture) served to us some months ago by Fr. Epoy who loved to feed us with loads of food.
Dreaming... savoring... hmm... I hear my stomach growling. Hehehe.
For the vegetarians, this may not be palatable for you. But for my stomach which can take anything and everything (LOL!), this is really good.
This was a time when vauxhall was worth PHP 12,000; when peso:dollar rate was PHP 3:USD 1; when we did not think of global economic crisis yet but just dreamed and lived life to its fullest. I was but a tyke then and papa just bought a new car.
Labels: family - old pictures
Hometown of my mom.
Second hometown of my childhood.
We used to play along this beach.
We still do.
Even helping the fishermen pull their nets
was a game for us, too.
We thrilled ourselves on playing tag
with waves that lap on the shore.
Or simply stood still
waiting for the waters
to gently submerge our feet
in its fine sandy floor.
I lost a cousin in those waves.
He was never found.
We still remember him especially on stormy nights
when the waves explode like canonballs
furiously hitting on the shore.
Too many good memories of Tolosa.
Not so good memories, too.
But she always leaves a place for me
to find myself,
linger a while
then move on.
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