I think it's a very interesting sociological phenomenon that the Philippines is holding its breath during these few days for Manny Pacquiao. And I can understand. I mean, you have all the men united -- and talking. They're not just appearing bored or drunk, or bearing up with what's happening. They are animatedly talking. In fact, they are actually lining up and betting. But then, it's not only the men. The women too. Well, everyone actually. Everyone is rooting for Pacquiao. And I find this really interesting. It's not just that the guy can box, because he can. His footwork and boxing certainly looks fancy enough for a boxing nitwit like me. And it's not just that he has x-factor because the guy has it. It's that the Filipinos are rooting for him as one. It makes me think that our country must be so in need of heroes that nowadays, as long as it's at least legal, the people will root for you. There were the athletes for example who won the latest ASEAN Games. Of recent past, there was Ms International Laura (is that correct?) Quigama.
I do not belittle this people because what they did or are doing are admirable. But that we as a nation is looking at the feat of Manny Pacquiao as something of national pride makes me wonder if our need for heroes have become so bereft in the usual places we should be looking for them that nowadays, we have to look for them in sports or entertainment. Are we so short of a Ninoy Aquino, or a Rizal, or a Mabini? Do we not have heroes in business or literature or in the church? If we have in any of those fields and they are not being recognized, are we as a people redefining what is admirable? Are we now looking up to people who are excelling in a field where individualism or personality are important? Where personal discipline are musts? And are we then now embracing it as a nation, as something admirable?
I don't know if Manny will win. I sure hope and pray he does. Still, I also hope that whatever the outcome may be, our people will find our sense of oneness and pride not so much in someone winning a boxing fight, or any other sports event, or a beauty pageant, but that we as a nation are really putting our act together and working for a better Philippines: finding the heroes in each of us.
Friday, January 20, 2006
My Beloved Philippines
I read about an interesting site from my Google Peyups Samahan and checked the link. Coconuter's blog site is refreshing mainly because, for all the bad rep the Philippines continues to receive, this guy wants to return here from the US and live in a place where others have been falling all over themselves to leave. I think I love the guy. I wish there were more Filipinos like him. I know, I know. All those doctors who have become nurses will tell me, "You don't understand. Good for you to say because you're not in my situation. We must live, too. You cannot live on ideals alone." I understand. My brother, after all is there in the US and he provides us with all sorts of financial support. Actually, he provides so many families with financial help because he's there. Still, a part of me continues to hold on to that idealistic and nationalistic person who graduated high school and college with a firm commitment to stay in the Philippines and help it out in my little way. I have some very strong emotions about certain things. My love for this country is one of them. It leaves me with a pain in my stomach and a catch in my throat. It's that real.
I don't hate those who go out of the Philippines. I just believe we make some choices and I have made my choice. Perhaps, in actual fact, my contribution to this country doesn't even make a blip in the horizon. That doesn't matter. I still love this country and, God willing, will give the best of myself for the good of this country.
In case you want to check out the coconuter's site, here's the link: http://coconuter.blogspot.com/
I don't hate those who go out of the Philippines. I just believe we make some choices and I have made my choice. Perhaps, in actual fact, my contribution to this country doesn't even make a blip in the horizon. That doesn't matter. I still love this country and, God willing, will give the best of myself for the good of this country.
In case you want to check out the coconuter's site, here's the link: http://coconuter.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Back Again: Nature
If not for juicyfruiter, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I have totally forgotten this site. My life has changed in the past few months and this one little writing spot was just one of many that I litter my life with that I totally forgot this one. But this is cool too.
I'd like to recall something today. I was walking past the city park at just barely past 6 pm. It was a cool evening and just a little rustle of wind was making the leaves move. Looking at the remnant of Christmas decors surrounding the small park, I noticed the huge tree at the far corner almost towering the other trees around. You can see the tree "flowering" with black moving and twitting birds who rest there for the night. It's a noisy and awesome sight to behold. The birds know they are safe in that tree and they rest there. And the tree finds its being perhaps made complete in its old age -- barren and almost sunken even in its huge frame -- by the usefulness it gives to those needy little birds.
Yesterday, coming back to the city from the province, I rode the bus for more than three hours. We passed one of the towns on our way to the city where white clouds covered a backdrop of green hills. In the foreground stood bamboo trees swaying with the wind and rice stalks just newly grown standing like young adolescents straight and fresh. The all-around green color mixed with the white cloud was a calm and gentle scene.
Then we passed further on a "city" of moving lights -- bancas slowly going out to sea for the night. Fishermen were starting their night office. In the growing darkness, the slowly moving lights were like huge fireflies.
Nature speaks its own language and it's beautiful to hear.
I'd like to recall something today. I was walking past the city park at just barely past 6 pm. It was a cool evening and just a little rustle of wind was making the leaves move. Looking at the remnant of Christmas decors surrounding the small park, I noticed the huge tree at the far corner almost towering the other trees around. You can see the tree "flowering" with black moving and twitting birds who rest there for the night. It's a noisy and awesome sight to behold. The birds know they are safe in that tree and they rest there. And the tree finds its being perhaps made complete in its old age -- barren and almost sunken even in its huge frame -- by the usefulness it gives to those needy little birds.
Yesterday, coming back to the city from the province, I rode the bus for more than three hours. We passed one of the towns on our way to the city where white clouds covered a backdrop of green hills. In the foreground stood bamboo trees swaying with the wind and rice stalks just newly grown standing like young adolescents straight and fresh. The all-around green color mixed with the white cloud was a calm and gentle scene.
Then we passed further on a "city" of moving lights -- bancas slowly going out to sea for the night. Fishermen were starting their night office. In the growing darkness, the slowly moving lights were like huge fireflies.
Nature speaks its own language and it's beautiful to hear.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Perfectionist
the day is done and it's still pretty hot in this part of the world even if the weather forecast says rain and thunderstorm. Inner Beauty Conference is done. I don't know how many attended but probably on the 300 pax area. I had to man the house this morning so i wasn't able to listen in to the morning session. i was disappointed because i really wanted to listen to the talk on When Your Heart Needs Healing. but the Lord didn't allow me to so i just offered that for the sake of the conference. besides, i looked at the many servants all over the place and realized how many of them in many of our conferences never get to hear the talks because of their assignment. maybe the Lord just wanted me to hear the talk this afternoon on Relax and the final exhortation on healing. well, relaxing is not my greatest talents. i had just said to one of my companions during lunch, because she was kneading my shoulders coz i was seated to her right (she massages people), it's too good so you better stop it. that's how i usually respond to relaxation. it's too good i'd rather not have it. in heaven, i'll have all the sleep and the relaxation i could have. not here on earth yet. that would probably make me a nut case which reminds me of what fr steve, our spiritual director, said one day. he said that many of the saints, if they were measured on today's standards would be on the nut case side. balance wasn't really their big thing. it was all or nothing for them.
i happened to read a book on birth order and why you are the way you are in one of the stalls in the conference. it was interesting. once again, i got reminded of the first thing that my former small group facilitator told me when i first shared. she pegged me right on as a perfectionist. i guess i am because my immediate answer was, but there are others more perfectionistic than me! talk about defensive. but until that time, i really didn't think i was. but i think i am. the book's author said something to do with perfectionism bringing about slow death, something like that. the tendencies he wrote there were me! :) so now i have to research on it some more....:) i wonder if that further cements the label perfectionist?
my day was pretty good. i helped out in the household basically. since we had lots of people eating for lunch, it was busy. i don't like being panicky just bec there are many people and jean sometimes gets into that panic mode. praise God, everything turned out well. i was really hungry when we finished assisting coz it was i think past 1 pm already. coke! coke! oh for the taste of ice cold coke when you're famished and thirsty. i had fun after bec kuya mars ate with us also. with a "feminized" small voice he sang, "We are sisters, sisters in the Lord," one of the songs in the Inner Beauty album. he said it was ringing in his ears bec it was being played all the time in the auditorium. he sounded so funny. and then dino came in and pirouetted in front of us when we asked him how he was! of course, they were in pink too! the whole place was pink bec the color of the conference is pink. then later i saw paul, kuya mars' son and we chased around the ground for a time. but it was really hot so i went up to attend the conference. praise God, the teaching tapes for the branches and startups were also sent out though the ones for plaridel, gingoog and dipolog will have to be on monday coz they only have one pick-up person.
now, i have genrev monitoring to do. well, i've scanned the page a bit already. the Lord will have to take care of some of those threads. i don't know what to answer. i pray He will send someone to answer them. :) then here comes our community's newsletter to be proofread. i should iron my clothes coz i have nothing to wear to work next week. i should finish my living water reflections. i should...i should...i should...i have so many things i still need to do. bahala ka na, Lord. help me, Jesus. sometimes, i get so tired already at the end of a whole day of assisting that i can't work after. i still do work but in terms of accomplishing something, i'm not really sure if i've done so. and i usually sleep past 12 midnight at that.
anyways, i think i'll get off now. i don't know what i'll do first. bye and God bless!
i happened to read a book on birth order and why you are the way you are in one of the stalls in the conference. it was interesting. once again, i got reminded of the first thing that my former small group facilitator told me when i first shared. she pegged me right on as a perfectionist. i guess i am because my immediate answer was, but there are others more perfectionistic than me! talk about defensive. but until that time, i really didn't think i was. but i think i am. the book's author said something to do with perfectionism bringing about slow death, something like that. the tendencies he wrote there were me! :) so now i have to research on it some more....:) i wonder if that further cements the label perfectionist?
my day was pretty good. i helped out in the household basically. since we had lots of people eating for lunch, it was busy. i don't like being panicky just bec there are many people and jean sometimes gets into that panic mode. praise God, everything turned out well. i was really hungry when we finished assisting coz it was i think past 1 pm already. coke! coke! oh for the taste of ice cold coke when you're famished and thirsty. i had fun after bec kuya mars ate with us also. with a "feminized" small voice he sang, "We are sisters, sisters in the Lord," one of the songs in the Inner Beauty album. he said it was ringing in his ears bec it was being played all the time in the auditorium. he sounded so funny. and then dino came in and pirouetted in front of us when we asked him how he was! of course, they were in pink too! the whole place was pink bec the color of the conference is pink. then later i saw paul, kuya mars' son and we chased around the ground for a time. but it was really hot so i went up to attend the conference. praise God, the teaching tapes for the branches and startups were also sent out though the ones for plaridel, gingoog and dipolog will have to be on monday coz they only have one pick-up person.
now, i have genrev monitoring to do. well, i've scanned the page a bit already. the Lord will have to take care of some of those threads. i don't know what to answer. i pray He will send someone to answer them. :) then here comes our community's newsletter to be proofread. i should iron my clothes coz i have nothing to wear to work next week. i should finish my living water reflections. i should...i should...i should...i have so many things i still need to do. bahala ka na, Lord. help me, Jesus. sometimes, i get so tired already at the end of a whole day of assisting that i can't work after. i still do work but in terms of accomplishing something, i'm not really sure if i've done so. and i usually sleep past 12 midnight at that.
anyways, i think i'll get off now. i don't know what i'll do first. bye and God bless!
Friday, May 20, 2005
Binge
i have quite a number of topic to write here now that i'm in a blog binge. like for example, why i'm doing now what i'm doing when i could be doing something else? second, is what i should be doing really what i should be doing? third, i think i'm going crazy and it's driving me nuts. fourth, should there be a reason for blogging at all? fifth, there should be i think: something to do with the will of God, don't you think. sixth, okay, so it should give glory to the Lord. seventh, now that i've come this far, who can say i'm not giving glory to the Lord writing my nonsensical so-called writeup when it is possible i'd do worse if i'm not doing this now. eighth, indeed, who can say? only the Lord can judge. so why shouldn't i continue? ninth, i really don't know if i should. maybe i should have some lesson here or some discussion about the state of ---whatever! tenth, oh man, maybe this is really idle. i should be going back to work. eleventh, yeah, i should. i should be checking out genrev by now and doing my serious work of ministering to the young people of our generation. twelfth, maybe they are the ones ministering to me and im doing a serious work here too, trying to work out whatever it is i'm trying to work out here. yeah, yeah, okay, go ahead. get on with it.
Nothing
hey, i'm really enjoying this. i re-read the previous articles i wrote here. i don't even remember the details! now i know what a blog is. it's to remind you what happened to you. oh, so what did happen to me today? i don't want to discuss it! okay, okay. i think, in the most secret part of me, i really want to write it here so i can vent myself or at least think about it, but i don't want to write it down anyway. not now. suffice it to say that, my breath catches with a small hiccup...sort of from crying, if you know what i mean?...and i think and now i'm really wondering why i should title my works here Joyful Meandering when all i write about are my woes. why not my woes?! if i can't write my woes, i can always write about my joys. it's just that, i don't know, it has to be the really ups and the really downs, so i can write. the peaks and the valleys, so to speak. drama! and i thought i'm the one who has everything under control. what control? if not for the Lord, i'll be a psychiatric case. hahaha. yeah, like what? i don't know. i could be any number of thing. but for grace, there goes i. indeed.
this is really funny. for so long and for so many people, i'm as dependable as ham and cheese. well, that's what i think. which doesn't mean it's really true either. but well, there might be some truth to that because i remember ate au, one of the household sisters (the that's what we're called), said one day, you know, i've only ever seen you lose your cool when you see a rat. roll eyes please. see, i'm successful. i successfully pretend i'm such a little sweet girl. hahaha. i am. really! now, just don't let me write. when i write like in my mood now, then i am anything that i want to be in my mind. because when i get back to my world, then i become the responsible, loyal, dependable everyday person everyone thinks --- well, let me qualify that --- quite a number think, is a saint. hahaha. now, if only they were Jesus. of course, if they were Jesus, then in His goodness, may He have mercy on me. but bec some are really kind, they think i'm a saint. now, for those who are more realistic, they know that i'm not. oh cool. now, i have to convince them. ah well, isn't this great. just writing about nothing and everything and no details. reminds me of You've Got Mail. i really like that movie. the lines are fantastic! well, i remember that part where the girl, i forgot her name, said that you write about nothing but you actually reveal yourself. yeah, well, i reveal myself to myself. Jesus knows me anyway. what a relief. that's why I love Jesus. i really do. He's the only One who loves me completely anyway. this is really cool, Jesus, don't You think? i get to write about nothing and You get to see what's in my heart anyway. and well, i get to express something that i can't totally say. that's why i love poetry...but that's another story...at the moment, i should be wrapping up because the IBC intercessors will be praying over the chairs for tomorrow's conference. yeah, i really should go. hey, i really should! yeah. well.
it would be cool, Jesus, if i could have someone write me back who's as witty and intelligent as that guy in You've Got Mail. ewwww. fantasizing girl. okay, okay :D, why not! just wishing anyway. i love You, Jesus. i know. You love me more. oh yeah! thank You! You are kind, indeed, loving someone like me. but thank You, anyway. i wouldn't want it any other way. i really have to go. hope to come here again soon. thanks for me, hahaha, this is way cool. i'm publishing to the whole nothingness about myself. and i'm the only one who gets to read it. hehehe. okay, okay. convince yourself. bye now! i love You, Jesus!
this is really funny. for so long and for so many people, i'm as dependable as ham and cheese. well, that's what i think. which doesn't mean it's really true either. but well, there might be some truth to that because i remember ate au, one of the household sisters (the that's what we're called), said one day, you know, i've only ever seen you lose your cool when you see a rat. roll eyes please. see, i'm successful. i successfully pretend i'm such a little sweet girl. hahaha. i am. really! now, just don't let me write. when i write like in my mood now, then i am anything that i want to be in my mind. because when i get back to my world, then i become the responsible, loyal, dependable everyday person everyone thinks --- well, let me qualify that --- quite a number think, is a saint. hahaha. now, if only they were Jesus. of course, if they were Jesus, then in His goodness, may He have mercy on me. but bec some are really kind, they think i'm a saint. now, for those who are more realistic, they know that i'm not. oh cool. now, i have to convince them. ah well, isn't this great. just writing about nothing and everything and no details. reminds me of You've Got Mail. i really like that movie. the lines are fantastic! well, i remember that part where the girl, i forgot her name, said that you write about nothing but you actually reveal yourself. yeah, well, i reveal myself to myself. Jesus knows me anyway. what a relief. that's why I love Jesus. i really do. He's the only One who loves me completely anyway. this is really cool, Jesus, don't You think? i get to write about nothing and You get to see what's in my heart anyway. and well, i get to express something that i can't totally say. that's why i love poetry...but that's another story...at the moment, i should be wrapping up because the IBC intercessors will be praying over the chairs for tomorrow's conference. yeah, i really should go. hey, i really should! yeah. well.
it would be cool, Jesus, if i could have someone write me back who's as witty and intelligent as that guy in You've Got Mail. ewwww. fantasizing girl. okay, okay :D, why not! just wishing anyway. i love You, Jesus. i know. You love me more. oh yeah! thank You! You are kind, indeed, loving someone like me. but thank You, anyway. i wouldn't want it any other way. i really have to go. hope to come here again soon. thanks for me, hahaha, this is way cool. i'm publishing to the whole nothingness about myself. and i'm the only one who gets to read it. hehehe. okay, okay. convince yourself. bye now! i love You, Jesus!
Split Personality
man, it's been a long while. I seldom come here myself. but this comes in handy from time to time when the urge to write comes and my diary's not nearby. besides, no one else reads this so it's also like writing in my diary. hahaha, i remember kiddo wanting to know my blog address. no way, jose. i like the anonymity of it all. but writing is so self-centered. i remember reading somewhere that it was st augustine who started this type of writing. i don't remember the exact word now, but you know, the type where you look into yourself and what's going in there. about the self-centered thing, is it really? just wondering coz self-knowledge is something that st teresa of avila is a big fan of. nothing wrong i think if it's not the end. the end should be Christ. in knowing oneself, it should lead you to seek Jesus.
yeah, well, i'm just writing here. i should be doing something else but i think i'm giving myself a break. tomorrow is Inner Beauty Conference here in Manila. i hope there will be lots of women who'll come. i'm in intercession so i really HOPE there are lots of women who'll come. hahaha. as if the rise and fall of this conference depends on me. well, of course, not me. it depends on the Lord. and intercession is vital. man, i'm getting reminded of gollum and smeagol. you know, split-personality type. ach, i hope i'm good and better, not bad and good. what the heck. Jesus knows me anyway and loves me the same. doesn't matter even what i think of myself, essentially. because who i am in His sight is the only thing that matters. that's why it's so important to humble yourself, 'no? because He will never cast away those who are humble and those who are brokenhearted. i can write a lot more here, given a chance. maybe i should write more often here. meandering indeed.
yeah, well, i'm just writing here. i should be doing something else but i think i'm giving myself a break. tomorrow is Inner Beauty Conference here in Manila. i hope there will be lots of women who'll come. i'm in intercession so i really HOPE there are lots of women who'll come. hahaha. as if the rise and fall of this conference depends on me. well, of course, not me. it depends on the Lord. and intercession is vital. man, i'm getting reminded of gollum and smeagol. you know, split-personality type. ach, i hope i'm good and better, not bad and good. what the heck. Jesus knows me anyway and loves me the same. doesn't matter even what i think of myself, essentially. because who i am in His sight is the only thing that matters. that's why it's so important to humble yourself, 'no? because He will never cast away those who are humble and those who are brokenhearted. i can write a lot more here, given a chance. maybe i should write more often here. meandering indeed.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Eeech Love!
My greatest pain at the moment is that Papa and Mama find it difficult to accept that I cannot be with them at a moment's notice because of my service. They would text me to go visit them now and bring this item. Even go with them tomorrow. The difficult thing for me is that I do love them and Mama is just recovering from her surgery that a part of me really wishes to be there with them to help. But I also fully realize that the Lord has called me to the service that I'm doing. And in doing my service faithfully, He will bless my loved ones. Including, answering my prayer for Mama's healing.
Man, it's painful! If not for the fact that I love the Lord more than I love them, then I wouldn't know what to do. I am reminded of the little strip of paper I received last night. The Bible verse said, "If you suffer with Him, so you will reign with Him." Something like that. Don't ask me where it is in the Bible coz I returned the strip of paper. But that verse gave me consolation. Surely, the suffering that I endure is so little compared to the prize that awaits me: reign with Him, huh! Beat that, world!
So, even if I cried while talking to my facilitator this lunchtime, and my heart cries inside of me, I choose to smile a bit. I'm not really sure if I'm really succeeding but what the heck, I'm trying anyway :). As my dear favorite woman saint says: "Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest thing right and doing it all for love" (St Therese of Lisieux). Eeech, if not for love, what's all this for?
Man, it's painful! If not for the fact that I love the Lord more than I love them, then I wouldn't know what to do. I am reminded of the little strip of paper I received last night. The Bible verse said, "If you suffer with Him, so you will reign with Him." Something like that. Don't ask me where it is in the Bible coz I returned the strip of paper. But that verse gave me consolation. Surely, the suffering that I endure is so little compared to the prize that awaits me: reign with Him, huh! Beat that, world!
So, even if I cried while talking to my facilitator this lunchtime, and my heart cries inside of me, I choose to smile a bit. I'm not really sure if I'm really succeeding but what the heck, I'm trying anyway :). As my dear favorite woman saint says: "Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest thing right and doing it all for love" (St Therese of Lisieux). Eeech, if not for love, what's all this for?
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Thanks Works
"Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Jesus."
My mother had just undergone cancer surgery. I really wanted to go but because of my other commitments, I couldn't. It was tearing my heart. I understood the situation but still, it was painful not to be there for the people I love especially since it was only Mama and Papa there. (I only have one brother and he lives outside the country). My spiritual adviser said I should rejoice in the Lord, as Scripture said. And so I said the thanksgiving litany. All the things that would not normally make one thankful, I recited them. "Thank You that I'm not able to see them. Thank You that my mother would probably think I don't care. Thank You that my brother would probably get so angry...."
I was finally able to see her two days later. She wasn't too happy about it either. "You don't seem to have a mother anymore. Other people care more than you." The day came out surprisingly well, inspite of that. In my ten years of fulltime ministry work, it hasn't been easy for my traditionally religious mother to accept that I'm a different religious dog. She couldn't seem to understand what kind of breed I am. (hehehe)
At the end of the day, my aunt comes to the hospital and tells mother what chemotheraphy implies. You lose your hair, you'll be very weak after. It's super painful. And then, my aunt says, "You can choose to have chemo, or just choose to have prayers." My mother says, "I don't want chemo." "Good thing you have a daughter like her!" all the guests in the room exclaims. She turns to me and says, "You pray so I don't need to have chemo, okay?" It wasn't too difficult to tell them I don't know when I'll see them again after.
Obedience and thanksgiving works. Makes me think, "Maybe I could pray something else too...'Thank You, Jesus, that I don't have a husband yet. Thank You, Jesus, that a lot of people are pushing me to get married already. Thank You Jesus...'" (hahaha)
My mother had just undergone cancer surgery. I really wanted to go but because of my other commitments, I couldn't. It was tearing my heart. I understood the situation but still, it was painful not to be there for the people I love especially since it was only Mama and Papa there. (I only have one brother and he lives outside the country). My spiritual adviser said I should rejoice in the Lord, as Scripture said. And so I said the thanksgiving litany. All the things that would not normally make one thankful, I recited them. "Thank You that I'm not able to see them. Thank You that my mother would probably think I don't care. Thank You that my brother would probably get so angry...."
I was finally able to see her two days later. She wasn't too happy about it either. "You don't seem to have a mother anymore. Other people care more than you." The day came out surprisingly well, inspite of that. In my ten years of fulltime ministry work, it hasn't been easy for my traditionally religious mother to accept that I'm a different religious dog. She couldn't seem to understand what kind of breed I am. (hehehe)
At the end of the day, my aunt comes to the hospital and tells mother what chemotheraphy implies. You lose your hair, you'll be very weak after. It's super painful. And then, my aunt says, "You can choose to have chemo, or just choose to have prayers." My mother says, "I don't want chemo." "Good thing you have a daughter like her!" all the guests in the room exclaims. She turns to me and says, "You pray so I don't need to have chemo, okay?" It wasn't too difficult to tell them I don't know when I'll see them again after.
Obedience and thanksgiving works. Makes me think, "Maybe I could pray something else too...'Thank You, Jesus, that I don't have a husband yet. Thank You, Jesus, that a lot of people are pushing me to get married already. Thank You Jesus...'" (hahaha)
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Meanderings
Meanderings...you know how the mind goes here and there like a man unsure where he wants to go? Or, a lady walking, quite happy with her world? She may pause for a moment to pick up a flower. Or look up at the blue sky and give a smile of contentment after...
According to Webster, "meander" is "1) to follow a winding course, flowing slowly and gently 2) to wander in a leisurely way."
These are my meanderings. I don't know if they will remain meanderings. or become more like rap-a-tat shot from some harried soldier. but hey, whatever, i'm happy to have this blog. :)
According to Webster, "meander" is "1) to follow a winding course, flowing slowly and gently 2) to wander in a leisurely way."
These are my meanderings. I don't know if they will remain meanderings. or become more like rap-a-tat shot from some harried soldier. but hey, whatever, i'm happy to have this blog. :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)