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Saturday, March 31, 2018

Bigger Bear Series: A Good Friday (Mission Accomplished!)



It is the second day of the Easter Triduum and I am sensing a trend here.  It looks like it's back-to-basics for us.  This year's Holy Week exercise seems to be for my son; for him to appreciate more the history behind the traditions.  We reflected on the Siete Palabras, completed the Way of the Cross, attended the Liturgy, venerated the cross and the Santo Entierro, and started the Divine Mercy novena together.

I see now the value of going through the motions of the traditional activities and participating in the liturgical rites of the Easter Triduum.  In explaining to my son the background of each tradition, I gained a renewed appreciation for and a deepening of my faith ... having immersed myself fully in Jesus' final moments and understanding His heart behind it.


Siete Palabras (7 Last Words)

We had planned to go to confession this morning, but I slept late and had a hard time waking up.  This, apparently, was a good thing.  Had I woken up and trooped my son and sister to confession, we wouldn't have been able to watch the SVD's Siete Palabras on TV.  Seeing my son intently watching it, even though most of the speakers spoke in formal Filipino (which was difficult for him), warmed my heart.  More so, when he started adding the songs to my Spotify playlist, "soulfood", which he requested access to last night: "Mom, may I have "soulfood" on my phone, too?".  I was doubly proud when he passed by the church bulletin board to check out the confession schedules.

As for me, while a lot of it are reminders, I found some new learnings as well.  Sharing those that struck a cord or struck twice:

"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."

Is this not the same line we typically use about small children doing something naughty?  This reminds me of several incidents with my younger siblings, while we were growing up.  I am the eldest.  It took 5 years before my sister came along, so I was very much "well-trained" already by that time.  I could not understand the double-standards.  How come I am always getting reprimanded, while I had to constantly forgive my sister?  "Di pa niya naiintindihan ginagawa niya" (She does not understand what she is doing yet) - was a perpetual line used by the adults whenever my sister grabbed my stuff or annoyed me.  And it was a line I will continue hearing ... 2 more siblings came after.  As I grew older, I understood what the line meant, appreciating that the small kids are still figuring out the implications of their actions.  My son, being the eldest grandson, is also grappling with this line.  I am happy to see, that he is finally able to understand it now and is teaching the same thing to his younger cousins.

In Jesus' case, though, these are adults. fully aware of what they were doing.  And, yet, He used that line.  He was the older brother asking the Father's forgiveness for His younger more foolish siblings.  Growing up, I had always wanted an older brother  Jesus is just the dream older brother anyone could wish for; the kind who always had your back and stood up for you ... even in front of the Father.  How cool is that?

(It needs to be mentioned that God also sent me a concrete big brother in the person of my cousin, Myk - being the youngest in his family, he played that role willingly for me; sometimes more protective than my Papa, but I love him to bits).

"Amen, I say to thee, this day thou shalt be with me in paradise."

It is never too late for a change of heart.  "Habang may buhay, may pag-asa". (While there is life, there is hope). As long as there is remorse and repentance is whole-hearted, God will forgive in a heartbeat.

I always wondered why God wanted to wait until the very end, before separating the weeds from the harvest. One reason is that God is more patient with us.  He also has great faith in our capacity to be good.  Another reason, more relevant for the times, is that sometimes when we pull out the weeds, we pull out the good harvest as well.  That is how I see the war against drugs happening now.  While ridding the country of "bad elements", it leaves in its wake an entire generation of children who are forced to grow up without parents.  Yes, some of them might end up with better lives.  But, I believe, for majority of the cases, we are breeding future adults filled with hatred or, at best, scarred for life.  I can only hope, that the victims were able to reconcile with God and repent before they were killed.  And, I pray, that the blood-stained hands have a good reflection this Holy Week and realize the error in their judgement; that they might see things, finally, from God's perspective.

"Woman, behold thy son."  "Behold, thy mother"

My favorite.  With these words, Jesus gave us Mary to be our Mother.  It will take more than this blog to fully explain the best gift that Jesus ever gave mankind. Growing up, I always turned to her for help or just to unburden.  Now that I am a mother (and a single mother, at that), she has also become a mentor. A couple of years ago, I studied her deeper and realized just how kick-ass she is.  (Read about it in my 33 Days of Morning Glory blog series).

"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"

 The priest who reflected on this shared a very apt story from his childhood.

Growing up he had always held his father in high esteem.  But, in school one day, a bigger boy bullied him and hurt his arm with a knife. He saw his father and came rushing to him, thinking that he will give the bully an intense beating or, at least, reprimand the boy.  But his father gave him a weapon and urged him to do what he wanted.  Needless to say, he felt hurt and abandoned.  When he got older, he understood the wisdom of what his father did.  He needed to fight his own battles; to learn how to deal with life's adversities; to find the courage to stand for his principles and values.

Now that I am a mother, I understand God's wisdom even more.  These trials build character and help us become even just a little bit more Christ-like.  I know, that while I struggle to overcome my trials, He is there watching over me --- just as I (anxiously and calling upon all the self-control I can muster) watch in the sidelines as my son faced and dealt with a bully at the playground. Sometimes it is easy to whine and complain.  But, I know in my heart, that, during those times, He is watching me ever more closely --- believing in my capacity to overcome, while remaining true to my core values.  For there is nothing He sends our way, that He has not adequately equipped us with grace.

"I thirst"

This, for me, has always been the most painful line he uttered.  I cannot possibly do justice to the very comprehensive reflection of the priest, but I will try.

He started off by explaining the basic life-sustaining and healing properties of water.  We die faster from lack of water than from lack of food.

Then, the priest talked about the scripture passage when Jesus asked for water from a Samaritan woman.

10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”
11 “Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?”
13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
Jesus is the Living Water and, yet, on the cross He said, "I thirst".  He did not thirst for actual water, but for mankind's love.  Imagine, this is the moment when He felt abandoned by the Father and the very ones He is offering His life for do not have any clue, that the Man they nailed to the cross just saved them.  We are an ungrateful lot.  And more than 2000 years later we still haven't learned anything.  We still "do not know what we [they] are doing".  And everyday, since that first Good Friday, He has been thirsting for our love.

"It is consummated" ("It is finished")

This is the verse about which I learned something new.  The Hebrew translation actually means "to finish, fulfill".  (In the Hebrew context, it could also mean:  "Paid in Full").  This meant, that everything that had been prophesied about the Messiah had already been fulfilled.  All the requirements of the sacrifice had been complied with (excuse the finance stewardship lingo).  It is not an exhausted whimpering of a dying man.  It is a deliberate proclamation of "Mission accomplished!".

A more detailed (short) discussion on this is found here:  What Did Jesus Mean By "It is Fnished?"

"Father, into Thy hands I commend my Spirit"

This was a proclamation of complete and utter surrender to the Father.  Although Jesus uttered this at the point of his death, this is a very powerful final teaching.  When we are at our most difficult, darkest moments, let us entrust ourselves - not just our lives, but especially our spirit (our very essence) - to the Father.

The person who shared for this verse lived through the very difficult tragedy of her father's (at age 76) brutal murder.  Being very close to her father, the incident broke her in her deepest parts.  It broke her spirit.  She shared about the pain of loss and the even greater pain of the forgiveness process; a process that liberated her in the end.  She realized then how, more than the loss, keeping the grudge was killing her spirit.

She ended her sharing with this: "I cannot control the wind, only my sail".


It is amazing how I grew up with these words and yet the meaning constantly changes.  There is much more context now, that enriches the meaning and broadens the relevance of these simple lines.  Jesus never wasted a single moment of His short life.  Until the very end, He was still able to insert these final words rich with embedded lessons and instructions to live by.  (In Filipino I would call this "Huling Tagubilin ni Hesus").  Such a rockstar, don't you think?






Friday, March 30, 2018

Bigger Bear Series: No Plan Means God's Plan

Lent this year just flew by ... as with all my days lately.  Before I knew it, it was already Holy Week and I had done very little in terms of contemplation.  I also wasn't able to check out any of the Lenten retreats, much less book for one. So, I asked my parents about their plans, but they are taking this opportunity to rest and recharge.  Sounds like a good plan to me!  

During lunch my parents talked about having a very good confession and consultation with our friend priest, who visited the night before.  As I was at work, I wasn't able to confess. My sister and my son were both unwell and retired early for the night, so they were unable to confess as well.  I thought it would be a good activity for the day.

We had late lunch, so, by the time we got to Church, it was already cut off time for the confessions.  (I was happy to see that a lot of people came to confess that the ushers had to cut off the confessions).  The usher saw the look of disappointment on both my son's and my face, so she said, "Why don't you just attend the Mass?  That is why we had to cut off the confessions, so the priests could prepare".  We had a few more minutes to prepare ourselves for Mass and ample time for my sister to join us. I thought, good idea!

The Mass was beautiful and meaningful.

Up until now, I never really fully appreciated the significance of Holy Thursday.  Our family would always be on the road on this day for Visita Iglesias.  Thus, I am grateful that we had the opportunity to take part in the final Mass before Easter, when we commemorate the following:

  • The Last Supper.  This was when Jesus instituted the Sacrament of the Holy Eucharist, where He offered Himself as the sacrifice.
  • Transubstantiation.  This is the basis of the Catholic belief that the host and the wine are truly transformed into the Body and Blood of Christ.
  • Washing of the Feet.  When Jesus washed the feet of His disciples, He established the Sacrament of Holy Orders.  His disciples became the first priests.
    • Servant Leadership.  In the washing of the feet, Jesus modeled and stressed the importance of servant leadership. Whoever leads will serve the people he is entrusted with.
  • Praying at the Garden of Gethsemane, Mount of Olives.  The procession of the Blessed Sacrament to the "Altar of Repose" was particularly solemn.  Here, we remember when Jesus went to pray at the Garden of Gethsemane, accompanied by His disciples and fully aware of the impending betrayal by Judas.  From this specific moment in Jesus' life, He taught us to keep vigil with Him through the Blessed Sacrament.  Here, I echo what Mother Teresa said, "The time you spend with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament is the best time you will spend on earth." I coundn't agree more.  I believe it is one of Jesus' best gifts to mankind.
After the Mass, we were already hungry, so my sister suggested to have dinner somewhere near.  We decided to eat at Nanbantei.  On the way there, we came across a display setup on the various Miracles of the Eucharist throughout the centuries, supporting the doctrine on Transubstantiation. (No, I don't believe in coincidences.  This was setup so that we will see it on the very day the Holy Eucharist is commemorated.  How amazing is that?!).  That is why I wasn't surprised, that when we were about to enter the restaurant, I turned around to see that I lost my son to the exhibit.  He was enthralled.  (I knew then it was meant for him).  I had to promise we will give him ample time after dinner, before he tore himself from the article he was reading. 

When we came back to the setup, we separated and read different articles and pointed interesting ones to each other.  On the drive back and in the house, I leveraged on his interest to debrief him on everything that transpired at Mass and Transubstantiation.

Who would have thought we would have a very meaningful Holy Thursday?  Sometimes it's better not to stress over plans and just allow God's (much better) plan to unfold.  

Monday, March 26, 2018

Poetic Dose: 82 & 83

#365daysofpoetry Days 82 & 83
On a hike to Mt. Ayaas with TrailAdventours

To My Son

That you find the trail meant for you,
Or forge your own, when needed;
That you allow life to take you to greater heights,
Not allowing anyone to dictate your limits;
Because, really, you are the sum of God's love and mine,
And all the dreams you believe and hope for ... and more;
You are infinite, limitless;
And I believe in you, even when you feel you can't.


Filipino Family at Dinner by Billy G on the internet


Nothing says "family" more than 
A dining table;
Where everyone gathers for a meal
Talk, share, discuss and sometimes quarrel;
To hear about each one's highs and lows;
To celebrate joys and even the sorrows;
Yes, nothing says "family" more than
A dining table
Filled all around with individuals
Bound by Love.


Friday, March 23, 2018

Poetic Dose: 80 & 81

#365daysofpoetry Days 80 & 81



Some roads are 
Incomprehensible for the mind
Yet rote for the heart.

Trust the heart that sees
What the mind cannot perceive.




Photo by: @j_hmmmgraphy on Instagram

There is no reason
Merely a change in season
When leaves once green turn brown
And restless hearts come around.

There is no sadness in farewell
Love shall find the heart that fell
When Time seems to endlessly drift
Then comes Home to the soul that lifts.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Poetic Dose: 78 and 79

#365daysofpoetry Days 78 and 79

Calaguas Sunset photo by Inadoodles

Love, with the Sunset
Let your troubles descend;
While you sleep, forget
All the burden of regret.

That tomorrow you waken
With faith unshaken
And heart unburdened
For all is and shall be well.








Heart and Mind by Othoniel Neri

 God's Command

Behold the vast sky
In daytime and dreamtime;
Touch the land
The wet and the parched;
Hide underneath the green canopy
Splashed with the rainbow;
Swim in clear waters
Rushing from fresh wells to the sea;
Run and frolic with beasts and birds
Unafraid, wild and free;
And, above all,
Nurture and protect all.

Tour of Luzon: From Down South to Up North in 4 Days (Part 2 - Bolinao)

What to do when you're out cold all day due to painkillers so that you're wide awake all night?  Write the long-overdue Part 2.

Coordinating a trip among very busy individuals can be very challenging.  And this is how I ended up with a roadtrip marathon weekend.  After our glorious off-the-grid 3-day vacation in Calaguas, I had to make a pit stop at Bolinao, Pangasinan (oh, only about 650 km away from Calaguas.  Thankfully, my sister came along as my alternate driver) to meet Fr. Jun Ranera, RCJ. a priest friend who manages a thriving organic farm.  The farm is meant to be a learning site for organic farming, create livelihood for the local community and potentially help other farming communities around the country.  

It has to be said.  That EDSA bit right before NLEX entrance was nightmarish (and that is an understatement!), but, once we reached the expressway, it was smooth sailing all the way.  I enjoyed traversing the long strip of road flanked by the Sierra Madre mountain ranges on one side and rows of farm fields on the other. The mountain ranges were a sight to behold, standing out from a background of blue sky and wispy white clouds. And I thought to myself, this would have been even more beautiful had the mountains not been barren from too much logging. I also noticed untended farm lands and thought it a pity that we import food products when we can produce them here.

Photo By: Inadoodles

The Rogate Oasis Organic Farm (ROOF) in Bolinao, Pangasinan, houses a range of fruit and nut trees, vegetables, edible flowers, rice fields, a diverse set of organic farm animals ... and VermiWorms. They are also prepping their old wells for organic fish farming! (All photos below by Inadoodles.  And don't mind the squash.  Apparently, it doesn't want to be squashed in between the tomatoes and the cashews.)





Over a delicious lunch of Tinolang Manok, Inihaw na Bangus and Pinakbet, Fr. Jun talked to us about the joys and challenges of starting up an organic farm and a learning site at that. There is still much work to be done, but the land is promising and the endeavor, a passion worth pursuing (if not a must).  One small step at a time. These are what I learned:
  • It takes time to rehabilitate or cleanse a land that previously used chemical fertilizers.  But it can be done; is worth the investment; and the right thing to do --- not just for the consumer's health, but for the environment.
  • The farm is a mini ecosystem.  There are no wastes. (1) Plants and fruits (even fruit peelings) not fit for selling are fed to the animals. (2) Rainwater is collected in the wells and used to irrigate the farm lands. (3) Fallen leaves, rotting fruits and other organic wastes are composted. (4) VermiWorms are used for composting and the end-product, vermicast, is a nutrient-rich material that promotes plant growth.
  • Traditional farmers think organic farming is more time-consuming with little yield. Thus, they opt for chemical fertilizers.
  • We have a dwindling community of farmers with an average age of 50+.  With the next generations opting for "better" careers, the country will have no farmers to tend the fields in less than 10 years.
  • Farmers do not earn much, losing out on the traders who have direct contact with customers and consumers.
  • Farmers, generally, still employ traditional manual techniques.
The trip, for me, was both enlightening and troubling. 
  • Farmers are a critical segment of our society.  Afterall, without them, we will go hungry. But we take them for granted; in some cases, even look down on them.
  • The current trade structure or practices leave very little profit margin for farmers.  How is it that the ones who worked hardest, toiling the fields, benefit the least?
  • There is great advancement in farming technology (techniques and equipment) that either have not reached our farmers or they can't afford. (Shout out to my nephew, Ernest Asence, who tirelessly travels the country to provide training to farming communities).
  • Organic farming is healthier and environment-friendly.  How do we encourage farmers to invest and adopt these methodologies, while enabling a better profit margin for them?
  • If our farmers stop producing, we will have to import food. While it might not necessarily be more expensive, it will definitely mean more carbon footprint.  
As we left the farm, I committed to more proactively and consciously support our farmers, not just in terms of fresh produce and meats/fish, but also in terms of local products that use local materials.  Supporting local products do not only help our economy but our environment as well.  Buy Local!  Buy Pinoy!  





Monday, March 19, 2018

Tour of Luzon: From Down South to Up North in 4 Days (Part 1 - Calaguas)



This, too, shall pass,
I say

As I crawl towards Feb's end
Into March's faint light
Saving each tiny breath
Mustering my remaining strength
Let this not be
The slow death of me.


I can't believe it's mid-March already ... and I'm alive!  I survived February, which, for its relative shortness, has been the longest, most jampacked month of my past 12 months.  In fact, it spilled over into March 6th, the eve of my (I must say) well-deserved personal holiday.  An hour before our scheduled departure, I just finished my last meeting, sent my son's grading sheet (a day late) and completed submission of my expense report receipts.  And did I say I wasn't packed yet?  Oh, and I was taking the first shift for the 8-hour drive to Calaguas, Camarines Norte in Bicol.  Needless to say, we left an hour or so late.

I was practically "dying" to go on my holiday.  And I reached Calaguas, just in the nick of time. (Saved by the beach!) Who wouldn't come alive at the sight of this?

Waling Waling EcoVillage
Photo by:  #Inadoodles

To say that the place was breathtaking is an understatement. I find both languages I grew up with - Filipino and English - wanting of an appropriate adjective to describe Calaguas.  I had never seen so many shades of blue, so bold and stark, in any sea/ocean I've traveled through or any sky I've ever been under. The beach was pristine and the vegetation, lush.  This must be one of the last bits of Paradise on earth. (And we had it ALL to ourselves!)  Then, I thought, this is what the next generations will miss out on if mankind continues abusing Earth at the pace of its unchecked greed. 

After gaping and gasping at the scenery, I did what anybody in this century would do ... I took a video and proceeded to upload.  But there was no signal --- unless you went up to the very top of the hill behind the resort.  But why would you do that, when you can swim in crystal clear water?  The plan was to rest once we reached the resort, but the beach beckoned and who are we not to heed? So, we frolicked in the water and lounged under a tree; taking pictures (that do not even come a fraction close to the real thing, so best to just drink it all in with your eyes) in between marveling at the sight. I felt the last pulls of the past months' (or year's) anxieties and stresses lose their grip and slip into the sea, where the waves carried them far away.  With a contented sigh, I thought, how wonderful it is to be off-the-grid!  






Time in the islands,
Like the peace of being underwater,
Makes everything move in slow motion;
Turns all noise into distant muffled sounds.











Photo by:  Ina Nolasco
We explored the shoreline and the rock formations near where we stayed.  I took one look at them and figured I could climb them.  So, I did.  I climbed (up and down) different rock formations, despite my sister's admonitions, but under the watchful gaze of our boatmen -- who, only once, told me not to proceed because it was dangerous ("Ma'am, danger diyan").  At every milestone "little summits", I raised both arms in victory and let out a triumphant "Woohoo!"  And, I thought, save from God, nobody knows my capabilities more than I do.  I should not let anyone's opinion deter me from moving forward to where I want to go or forging my own path or exploring the limits of what I can achieve.  


Photo by:  Ina Nolasco

The following day, our boatmen took us out for an island tour.  First stop was the sandbar.  We reached the place before the water fully receded, so our boatmen had to "feel" their way through the water.  After a few minutes of maneuvering the boat slowly, the oldest boatman exclaimed in surprise.  We hit sand.  I realized, the seas, like life, are ever-changing.  Thus, while there is wisdom in listening to the counsel of the old or those that have gone before me; I should also take the changes and present situation into consideration. Afterall, the circumstances of yesterday (or even a moment ago) are very different from the circumstances of now. 

Then, they took us to the snorkeling site.  It took awhile before we saw fish.  While they came in beautifully varied colors, what struck me most was what one of our boatmen said, "Patay na po yun ibang corals dito." (Some of the corals here have died).  I asked why and was about to probe more, when my sister emerged from her snorkeling wearing a disconcerted look, "Bleaching, Ate. I see coral bleaching".  I put on my gear and looked. There, just underneath me, an immaculately white coral stood out against a background of bleakly colored corals.  I didn't know exactly what I felt at that moment.  But, when we reached the coral-littered shore of our next stop, I knew I felt angry. As we stepped down from the boat, my cousin spoke everyone's thoughts, "This is a coral graveyard!" I thought, even here, where the community has been responsible stewards, there is no escaping the effects of Climate Change and Global Warming - phenomena some people claim are not real. 

Photo by: Ina Nolasco


Coral Graveyard

From far away it was
a shore of pristine white sand;
Up close it was
a shore of dead corals, piled 4 feet high;
A hauntingly beautiful coral graveyard
created by the waves;
In tribute to (or a cry of justice for?)
the silent (and ancient) martyrs
Of man's recklessness
Photo by: Ina Nolasco
and thoughtless folly.

Climate Change is not real, you say
And this heat is not Global Warming;
How many more must die
Before we claim responsibility and rectify?
When will we realize 
That Her death is our extinction? 





When we got back to the resort, there was enough time to swim and create sand art while we waited for the sunset.  And in those dusk moments, when I usually felt a certain melancholy, I felt peaceful.  I thought to myself, somewhere enfolded in these moments, is what life is meant to be.  I don't have it all thought out yet, but I am finally at the fringes of understanding. 

And Time said ...

There is no lack of Time
Only an abundance of moments
And I have made each one uniquely
There is not one the same as another
Each one meant to be experienced
Each moment meant to be lived fully.











On our final night, after dinner, I decided to have a proper look at the stars (which my sister brought to my attention on our first night, but was just too tired).  I know I've said the phrase too many times in this article, but ... I have never seen a sky so full of stars!  The entire horizon and the 180-degree dome of sky above me was riddled with stars.  (I now understood the reason why the resort was so sparsely lit). I went back to our cottage and pestered my son to join me.  I pointed at the few constellations I knew, while my son pointed at a few more (show off!).  My sister and cousin joined us and we all sat out in the beach, gaping at the stars.  Only after a few minutes did I realize, that the patch of sky I thought was filtered by a thin layer of cloud, was actually the Milky Way!  

It's funny how such a sight makes one feel profoundly small, giving way to some very profound thoughts.  I realized, that I have not fully understood the greatness of my God (for how can there not be?) --- nor my smallness (and I don't mean my height). I wondered how, in such a vast universe, can God find time to zoom in on me and care about my littlest most foolish thoughts and feelings?  Why would He? And then, I realized, I don't need to understand. I probably never will.  But it is enough that I know, at my very core, that He loves me.  It is a fundamental truth; although not fully explained by Science, it is fully supported by it.  Everything around me is a grand display of a God deeply in love with His creation. It is only right that we honor Him by loving this world He gave us and everything in it.

She said, "Have you looked up yet?"
I shook my head and then did.
There, above me,
as far as the eyes could see,
Stars as numerous as the sands on the beach.
And then ...
as plain as the brightest constellations,
The Milky Way
in all its quiet resplendent glory.
I felt infinitely small then
And my "wisdom", suddenly laughable.

Photo of the Calaguas sky by @iamfitzcardenas on instagram discovered via PhiliHappy

The following day we started out for mainland at 9 am, just as the waves started welling up. When we reached the port, it started raining.  I chuckled at how the weather sympathized with our reluctance to leave the island; and thought it ironic how time seemed to slow down yet still felt as though it ended too soon. Anyway, I thought, it's time to head back to reality, hopefully, revived, recharged and with renewed purpose.

Water and Time
All around me
Rushing
But Calming
Endless
Yet running out.





Sunday, March 18, 2018

Poetic Dose: 75, 76, 77

#365daysofpoetry Days 75 to 77
Waling Waling EcoVillage, Calaguas

bid me goodnight
kiss me with your gentle light;
my heart full and eager for
tomorrow i bathe in your sure warmth.




















in the shifting shadows
when light dances with the dark
there is beauty and grace
magnified
light is more pronounced
by the darkness that precedes it.



















Leonor Rivera (Jose Rizal's 1st love) at Pinto Art Museum
Photo by Snippets of Misfit via Word Press

My heart, in grief
Searches for you
There is no anguish deeper
Than not knowing your heart
Have you gone resolutely
Into the arms of another?
Unable to wait
While I remain where you left me.


*****
My heart, in grief
Searches only for You
When there seems no relief
I cling to Your truth
Holding fast in the belief
Your love will see me through.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Poetic Dose: Calaguas Sky

#365daysofpoetry Day 74


Calaguas Island photo by @iamfitzcardenas on Instagram

She said, "Have you looked up yet?"
I shook my head and then did.
There, above me, 
as far as the eyes could see,
Stars as numerous as the sands on the beach.
And then ...
as plain as the brightest constellations,
The Milky Way
in all its quiet resplendent glory.
I felt infinitely small then
And my "wisdom", suddenly laughable.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Poetic Dose: Where Are The Farmers?

#365daysofpoetry Day 73
Art by John Paul Antido

What to do in an 8-hour drive?
Stare idly at the countryside;
Mountain ranges in varying shades
From lush verdant to rich chocolate;
Monotonous farm fields
Stretching as far as the eyes can see;
Some tended, brimming with crops
But most, with weeds are choked;
I asked out loud, in startled despair
"Where are the farmers?";
"Why, of course, the UFO abducted!"
My little one sagely declared

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Poetic Dose: Disturbed

#365daysofpoetry Day 72

Balabag Island, Calaguas
Photo by: Ina "Inadoodles" Nolasco
Wave after wave after wave
Rushing towards me from all directions
I am disturbed
Perturbed
There is a stirring inside of me
A pulling from deep within
Where slow cognition
Wrestles with the speed of faith
Gaining momentum
Poised to leap towards the unknown.




Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Poetic Dose: 71

#365daysofpoetry Day 71

Balabag Island, Calaguas
Photo by: Ina Nolasco
Coral Graveyard

From faraway it was
a shore of pristine white sand;
Up close it was
a shore of dead corals, piled 4 feet high;
A hauntingly beautiful coral graveyard
created by the waves;
In tribute to (or a cry of justice for?)
the silent (and ancient) martyrs
Of man's recklessness
and thoughtless folly.

Climate Change is not real, you say
And this heat is not Global Warming;
How many more must die
Before we claim responsibility and rectify?
When will we realize
That Her death is our extinction?



Balabag Island, Calaguas
Photo by: Ina Nolasco


Monday, March 12, 2018

Poetic Dose: 70

#365daysofpoetry Day 70

Waling Waling EcoVillage, Calaguas Islands


Waling Waling EcoVillage - Calaguas


The true test of a life being lived well are the dusks
When we come face-to-face with God and ourselves.

Does the end of the day make you sigh or smile?
Do the questions that come haunt or excite?
Is there a gnawing anxiety or a profound peace?
Are there regrets or faith in the promise of tomorrow?


Poetic Dose: 69

#365daysofpoetry Day 69




Rogate Oasis Organic Farm, Bolinao

For, even for a land parched,
There can be a drop of water
And even just a hint of moisture
Means the possibility of Life!

Poetic Dose: Calaguas!

#365daysofpoetry Days 66 to 68

Waling Waling EcoVillage, Calaguas Islands


Waling Waling EcoVillage - Calaguas

Time in the islands,
Like the peace of being underwater,
Makes everything move in slow motion;
Turns all noise into distant muffled sounds.



















Waling Waling EcoVillage - Calaguas






Water and Time
All around me

Rushing
But calming
Endless
Yet running out.


Waling Waling EcoVillage - Calaguas

And Time said,

"There is no lack of Time
Only and abundance of Moments
And I have made each one uniquely
There is not one the same as another
Each one meant to be experienced
Each moment meant to be lived fully."

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Poetic Dose: 62 to 65

#365daysofpoetry Days 62 to 65

Art by Ina "Inadoodles" Nolasco

i look at you with one eye open
the better to see with my mind
the YOU in all your flawed glory.

then i look at you with one eye closed
the better to see with my heart
the magic only YOU can bring into my life.














Sleep, hold me fast
in your firm grasp
shut my mind's eye
give my soul quiet at last
that in the silent black
clarity descends, true sight unlocks
the vision in my heart long cast
today the future shall come to pass.

Art by:  Ina "Inadoodles" Nolasco

Head clear
Spirit strong
Resolute
Heart true
I am warrior
I am Woman!




Art by Jef Cablog

Gasping for air
I feel myself panicking
Breathe!
Just breathe!
Tired of treading water
Barely keeping my head afloat
I decide
I am ready to give up
With one final big breath
I close my eyes
I stop treading water
And surrender
Calm washes over me
My body floating effortlessly
The water rocking me 
I feel myself growing drowsy
Then, with a jolt,
I feel something brush against my hand
And then I feel its hugeness under me
Land!






Saturday, March 03, 2018

Poetic Dose: 58 to 61

#365daysofpoetry 58 to 61

Quest Adventure Camp

When all else fails
I look up;
And in the vastness of the universe
I glimpse your greatness;
How minuscule I am
And my troubles, much more;
What is there to worry
When the universe is engineered
     so perfectly to the final second?














On the way to Mt. Marami


When there is chaos without
And even more within
Lead me towards the quiet stream
Here in my heart, where your Spirit resides.










Art By: Melissa Echauz la O'


The winds shifted
And the mist lifted
I see what is ahead of me
Yet know not where I ought to be
There is not one clear path
So I shall make one.











Art By:  Louie Cordero

I thought I knew
Assumed it was the fast track
So I ran relentlessly
Racing towards a phantom goal
And in my huffing and puffing
I finally paused enough to see
I've only ever been
Hamster wheel running.