Sunday, January 28, 2018

Viva El Senyor Sto Nino! (Love Burning at Seattle, USA)





Indeed, Filipinos truly never forget! ;-)

In my few months residing in the US, I have always been amazed and touched at how our "kababayans" strive with pride & honor to promote the Filipino culture they grew up with, even if, probably, they do not carry the same citizenship anymore.  A proof that "we, Filipinos, never forget!"

Despite being away from home so long, they never cease re-living these values and traditions for the next generation to keep in Uncle Sam's land.  And whenever they do, they simply make you feel "At HOME". 

But what strikes me most as "genuinely Filipino" is the burning display of "strong faith" in God. Yes, a spiritual culture that binds us, strengthens us and renders us endearing to other nationalities.

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Thus, I was wrong when I thought I will already miss our family's  "panata" (pledge) of joining Sto Nino procession every year.  On the contrary, God simply opened up a whole new way of connecting with him.  The farther I go, the closer he brings me closer to this Filipino faith.  
Image result for filipino thumbs upTherefore, I am grateful and I truly rejoice!  I did not miss the "Viva Sto Nino" celebration this 2018! Probably, I never will! 
....And, just like after every Filipino celebration, I delighted over another merry food feast only us, Filipinos, can serve! "KAING PINOY uli!" "Viva Sto Nino!"





Saturday, January 6, 2018

"I Dreamt Of You"

(Extracted from FB post, Dec 24, 2017)


#mysteriouswaysofgod
#promisekept
#indeedchristmas



In November, I dreamt I was buying a sculptured manger to brighten up our lonely fireplace. However, I was just too busy and didn't know where and how to.

Then to my surprise, after this morning mass, JESUS made his way to me! 😉 Outside the church, handmade mangers, original from Bethlehem, crafted from genuine olive wood, were being sold.

I WAS IN DEJA VU!

I know Jesus was saying, "Told you, my child. You will bring me home 😍". He certainly has mysterious ways of making his presence felt in my life. I BELIEVE...

Merry Christmas, WA (my first in the U.S.)!

Roxanne

Morning Glory

(Extracted from FB posts, July 16, 2017)

This was how I felt on our 2nd day at Ballinger Commons, Shoreline, WA, the very first apartment we rented-in in the US.

This will be the witness to our entirely new beginnings... Lead us, Lord!




(Extracted from FB post Nov 21, 2015)

My Space
Is all about ME
Tiny but kinda sweet
Strong but all soft within
Vibrant but calm in between
A place where I can play & search
Laugh & cry just the same
Walk, bike, bake or day dream?
All prep up for my golden years 😆
Such where the soul finds peace
And reasons to always believe
Create and achieve what may not seem real
For with HIS gift, SELF finds SPACE to be in BLISS!



RRV

To Let Go...


(Extracted from FB post Aug 26, 2016)

Remembering Dad on his 24th Death Anniversary through a poem I crafted some years ago...that goes:

With your passing,
I learned some GOOD STUFF...
To LET GO
Even if I will never forget
To HEAL
Even if the scar shall remain
To CRY ONCE
Then put my life BACK on TRACK
For your LIFE, just like ours, is
                                                                               But borrowed in TIME

                                                                                     And the ONLY MATTER to last
                                                                               Is the SWEET MEMORY left behind...

(PS: To us, children, who long for our lost dads, let us be consoled that "who we become after" is the best TRIBUTE to our fathers' legacy).




#frommycollectionsofday-to-dayinspirations
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Oh finally it is time
When it is just a blank page infront
When you wonder what it's all about
But then excited to find out
Knowing a word or more will do
No writer's block this time
No calls or talks or noise
Rare, so rare, but it's the escape you want
Time ... when it is just a blank page
And ... who else? Oh, but you!
Musing, searching, longing
And it's pure pouring anew!
- it's just RRV