Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Up up and Away!

This photo got me nostalgic.

I remembered when I was a kid, playing in the streets, waiting for the big planes to cross the skies.  I have always wondered how big they were and how it would feel like to wander inside them.

Soon, my fascination led me to a job that satisfied all my wonderings about flying. That period comprised some of my wonderful growing years.

Now, flying is no longer a job. Neither is it a dream anymore.

Thankful now that it is part of my "living", enabling "life to be worthwhile", bringing me to people & places where I can "deepen relationships" and, simply, "make great memories" that will last me a lifetime 😍

Roxy - The Author & Still A Dreamer

Saturday, April 28, 2018

TREES & SEASONS

#dailyinspired
#springpromises




Trees & Seasons



My fave tree is majestic as LIFE...

-----o----


At FALL, it gives both JOY & SADNESS
Joy because it boasts of its greens and all colors everywhere
SADNESS because it is as fleeting as the seconds of time
Knowing no such good things ever last

-----o----

When WINTER comes, it speaks of utter SILENCE
But within, there's gamut of actions, a mystery at play
Like HUMILITY which assesses and rebuilds
LOVE & CARE that heals 
And a reservoir of  STRENGTH that keeps one still ... dreaming,wishing, hoping

-----o----

Now I understand why SPRING is most adored
The sun comes up, now and then 
Hummingbirds sing of the coming days
Fresh breeze whispers, "Rebirths must happen, inevitably"
"Just be PATIENT, my dearest tree".

-----o----
For when SUMMER comes
All squirrels, birds will come out
To CELEBRATE your MAJESTY once more
It is just a matter of time...
A cycle of trust...
In this gift called SEASONS OF LIFE



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
Blank Page
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

Friday, June 9, 2017

Poetry by the Lake

Today, I met a new friend, Melanie Reed.  

My family was touring for the first time Green Lake Park, Seattle when her advertisement caught my attention --- "Your Story Here.  FREE Poetry".  As a writer at heart, that got me to my feet and the moment I neared her, she immediately embraced me with her big smile. So, I asked her "what is this all about?".  Amazingly, this lovely lady, basking under the warmth of Seattle Summer Heat, is but an advocate of "rythmic ideas".  Accordingly, during her free time, instead of staying at home, she would choose to rest at and enjoy Green Lake Park, then, let her mind wonder in all its wondrous greens and nature (not to mention the beauty of the geese, too). To make things more challenging, she would offer to write short poems to passers-by, whom she engages in a quick, cheerful chat, then, would encourage them to throw her a topic (of wide range under the sun).  In fifteen minutes or more, whowoa!, a beautiful souvenir will make their trip to Green Lake memorable and certainly more than just a worthwhile.

And the coolest part is she is always ready with a piece of fine paper which could be one's favorite color for the day ;-).

And so Melanie talked about "New Beginnings" for me and my family. "What could be more fitting than that?!".  


And she would have loved to write me more if only I wasn't in a hurry.  So to comfort her, I took for ourselves a pic to assure her that she has done more than enough to surprise & brighten my day.

My Papang Carling (whom I have always looked up to as the "writer" in our family) used to say that "love for writing" is a special gift.  But poem-writing, the skill to put ideas into "rythmic words", is but a unique talent.  Anyone can write but poetry is something else ;-).  



Thus, for Melanie and friends, who go around Seattle, during their "free time" to hone their poetry-writing passion, I shout a huge "Kudos!". To think on their toes and say beautiful words for some stranger is such an honorable way to promote God's gift to mankind.  When I saw her personally written poem for me, she certainly did not just entertain me.  "She lifted my soul. And made me believe of the great blessing why I am at Green Lake, Seattle."

"Wouldn't it be nice to get to know them more and write my own poems amidst them, too?  Aha? I guess, you are thinking that, too. Who knows?  This may be a sign to get back my muse ... of finding more about me ... and how much more I can give back to all of YOU ...


Simply Amazed Rox

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Wala Nga Bang Forever?


                       Let me give my few cents about this very heart-warming film, "Walang Forever".   You see, with the Metro Manila Film Fest (MMFF) ruling over the cinemas for the entire holidays, patronizing local films and critiquing them is now an enjoyable past-time. 

                     "Walang Forever", which bagged the  "Best Picture Award", stars Jericho Rosales and Jennylyn Mercado.  Among the movies I watched, this one struck me, so far,  because the concept that got the movie rolling is about the life of a script writer (a famed writer of popular rom-com movies) ... a profession I fantasize about, yes, honestly!  There are lazy days, even now, when I simply day dream about my "what ifs" and picture what could have been in the other roads I abandoned.  Writing, broadcasting, TV hosting and singing (nawwh, just a joke!) are among the wild dreams I draw around stories of "what could have been".  As they often say so, it is with the unknown when the imagination of a hopeless romantic runs the wildest to inspire  #kilig and #iyakpamore stories.  Laughters, tears, joys, trials, love and losses ... are always the main characters of the "movies in my mind".

                And so, this movie is relatable to me, not because of the “forever theme” (seriously?!) but more for the twist that the “writer writes about her life” while she earns her living & fame from it and, then, in the process, achieves her sense of security & survival.  If I am not who I am now, then, yes, that!  could have been… almost … possibly … the kind of life I would be writing about, too.

             Oftenly, as a frustrated writer, I wondered what runs true in the mind of my co-writers.  When they write fiction, is it really fiction?  When they write about themselves, are their stories authentically theirs or a figment of their subconscious? And when they go through the so-called "writer's block" (which I am experiencing now), are they truly losing the muse of their passion or are they simply unlearning things about themselves?

             But, this is what I tell you, my friends, in a writer’s mind, the answer to the question about “forever” is infinite!  In this particular award-winning film about Mia (Jennylyn Mercado) and Ethan (Jericho Rosales), “wala daw forever” (oh my, am I a big spoiler here?). 

             But, let me tell you more.  Any other writer can put a continuity to it and prove “forever is forever and it may be true”.  It just depends on how one’s fingers would tap the keyboard longer and dance the story around more. 

            But for me, I still like to believe “meron ngang forever” … and I challenge myself to write my own story down soon…

           But , for now, do watch the movie, folks! It's a tear-jerking one that will bring lightness and joy.  I'm glad it won the highest award among all the MMFF films.  Kudos to "Walang Forever" film-writers!
 
           I bet you, if you take time and buy your tickets now,  you'll certainly fall in love with Ethan, the romantic.  And you'll definitely be proud with Mia, the writer, the lover, the fighter. 

            And, at the end, like me, “you’ll wish there is forever ….”   
 
Frustrated Writer,
Rox

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

On "Second Chance"


           
          Today, I had a wonderful “Me” time.  For the very first time, I did something different!  Sshhhh, I watched a movie all ALONE!!!  Never in my entire life have I done this!  But I laughed, sobbed, romantically got thrilled, and allowed all emotions to run free.  Simply because I know I was just with ME ;-).

"A Second Chance", starred by John Lloyd Cruz and Bea Alonzo, better know as "Popoy & Basya" in the said movie,  is about the 7-year itch of a couple.  It depicts the tiring predictabilities of a supposedly settled life.  It speaks of the day-to-day challenges of sharing a life with someone.  The difficulties of pursuing a common dream when you have different ways of doing,  of showing emotions or care, of deciding for two of you, of understanding, of giving-in, of forgiving.  It talks of the usual dutiful routine which breeds a boring familiarity.  The complacency that robs off romance, laughter, and lightness in a relationship.  Then, there’s the issue of dwindling trust about finances, parenting, third parties and endless confusing behavior of exhaustion.  But there’s about friendship as well that promises comfort.  Then, of all the what ifs which suddenly resurface when cowardice begins to creep in and one concocts a fairytale ending to escape.  At the end, there’s just the reality that it takes only one to break the ties.  And the oftenly disregarded truth, after the “I do”, that  “loving” is really not an emotion.  But a daily courage to embrace “what is” … with all the good and with all the bad. 

Circumstances in the story are entirely different but I related well with each of them.  I smiled and cried with the characters.  I agreed a lot of times.  I believed them … And as I understood their predicaments, I also got thankful more and more with my own LOVESTORY.

It is a good film.  And because I was alone, I allowed emotions freely and it was a liberating experience.  All women should try a moment like this ;-)!

Then, I hurried off to pick up my son in school.  And after which, my Mom & daughter who enjoyed an afternoon  shopping spree.  We all had a great snacks together.  Of course, as one of those so-called regular things, or would I say hubby duty (?), Dad called to check on our day, too.  Again, it wasn’t just me once more.

I breathed and smiled…

Tomorrow, I face my realities again.  Oh well, as the movie reinforced, this is what “loving” is all about … an everyday will to embrace “what is”… all its good … and all its bad.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Holy Week Refuge



"I hold the rosary and say my prayers, bead per bead. I glance at the second hand, every now and then. I have been up from 12 midnight to these wee hours. I closely watch her breathing and do my personal vigil. 

And she cries, "I want to go home...". I continue to touch her forehead and assure her of my prayers.

 Yes, she must make it through this ordeal ... until the sun rises.  Oh, by then, my Lord, has also risen ;-)"




 My family is a devout Catholic. As such, during Catholic events, like Christmas or Holy Week, "Staycation" is always the destination. As much as possible, we don't go far or indulge ourselves in any other recreational activities (not that there is anything wrong with that!) but we were raised up believing this is our solemn time for JESUS. Hence, family stays together, prays together and attends whatever church activities there would be. It is our devotion to be simple, humble, reflective and prayerful at times like this.

There would always be time to explore the beauty of life ... but Holy Week, and like the others marked in the Church Calendar, should be a sacred time of the year for GOD.

But, this year, I never thought my Holy Week would be this solemn and reflective ... in ASIAN HOSPITAL.  Since the onset of the Holy Week, my daughter, Trisha, was admitted for "almost dehydration" and week-long fever. When I signed the admission slip, I resigned myself that this will be our HOLY WEEK REFUGE.

Day by day, the waiting unfolded. Dengue was ruled out; typhoid fever was ruled out next; viral infection was closest to diagnosis ... then a certain respiratory bacteria (oh my, I never had good memory for high falutin medical terms) got her in, according to the doctor.  Now, it is her 7th day and we have been counting hours since her temperature was registered "normal". 
 
If she makes it through in the morning this way, we may finally be allowed to go home ... exactly on "Easter Sunday" --- "Ang Pasko ng Pagkabuhay".
 
And so the Holy Week passed by. No "Bisita Iglesia"; "No Washing of the Feet"; "No Blessing of Fire and Water".  But one thing did come true -- a personal communication with God.
 
A week to silently commemorate his passion as I give my daughter sponge bath ;-).  A week to thank him for the resources he continuously sends us to take care of her.  A week of family bonding and praying. 
 
Most of all, a week of renewing hope and trust in HIM.
 
You, Lord, do always touch and speak to us in varying special ways.  "This may be a blessing in disguise again" and, hence, "like your own mother, Mary, I surrender all to YOU...as always!"
 
For tomorrow, I know, we will be FINE & WELL & FREE to REJOICE ... for this is the ultimate message of your "HOLY RISEN DAY".
 
Happy Easter to All!
 
 
Rox
 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Bikram Yoga and Me

 
It has been three days straight now since I, together with my husband and daughter, have been attending Bikram Yoga at its Alabang Branch.  We took advantage of the P1,000 fee (per person) for 10 consecutive sessions.  Since such seemed a convenient exercise over the long week-end, we gave it a shot.  And, "thank God", the experience had been awesome, so far!
 
But being such a reflective person as I am, I cannot help but relate every meaning of my yoga postures to life's principles and allowed all the "breathing moments "as reflection-time as well.
 
Thus, may I share what I learned or "re-learned", so far:
 
1. How Do You Know When You Are Ready for Something?
 
   When your knees are not locked in, not yet straight, and still shaking, then, you are not yet READY to charge.  Be patient.  Stay calm and listen to what your body is saying.  It will tell you exactly IF the right moment " to change" has come.  
 
   Now, isn't this what we should always remember before we plunge ourselves to any life-changing decision?
 
2.  Is there a difference between QUALITY & QUANTITY?
 
    Nawwh.  "Quality is determined by the quantity of dedication you put to a movement", Betty, the instructress said.
 
   That got me thinking.  I've always believed the two words are two worlds apart.  But, my Yoga posture, just reminded me that these words may be not entirely the same, but, certainly, they determine one another.
 
   Quality is achieved when there is enough dedication or commitment you exert in one's endeavour.  Isn't that quantity in itself?
 
   Quantity, on the other hand, when adequate & sincerely rendered, redounds to a favorable and / or acceptable output.  Tell me, isn't that quality as well?
 
   Yeah, food for thought, indeed!

3.  How Can You Prepare Yourself To Charge Or Change?

"Breathe the right way". "Through your nose, inhale good, exhale well". "Listen & feel the air rushing in & out". "Allow your heartbeat to slow down with the right breath".  Your mind, after, will be able to take control.

Simple and practical, right? As I pondered on that, I remembered moments of "nervousness" when I had to close my eyes and allowed good breathing to start. I did not know scientifically then why I always did this act to save my sanity. But I can tell one thing... it always worked!  Whenever I internalized my breathing, the act never failed to relax my brain cells which, somehow, always helped me relax my body, my hand, my voice. Thus, whenever I had to deliver a speech or take the front-line, that has been my special way to "pocket" the "unwanted shivers".

With my Yoga exercise, I realized more how "simple breathing" can console one's disturbances, indeed!
 
4.  When you are losing breath, STOP! Be kind to your body. Relax & let good grasp of air fill your lungs....BUT, NEVER STOP TOO LONG!
 
"Pushing yourself too hard will harm your body".  It may lead to uneasy panting or unnecessary body injury.  Come to think of it, what a good analogy this is about our life-race, at most times.  Depression, fatigue, burnt-out and "loss of social connection" always lead to physical, mental and, worst, spiritual dysfunction.  So, "STOP" is the simple, magic word.  And, yet, "it is so difficult to do such ... even if we know it is the only way to be rescued". 
 
In the Yoga session, I have learned, once again, that it is "I" who must decide and strongly desire SELF-REJUVENATION.  No one and no circumstance will decide such for my own sake.  Otherwise, I waive my right to live longer.  "Pathetic", if we fail to realize this on time.
 
But here's the "next priceless realization". "Don't pause so looooooong".  Too much rest may lead to boredom, loss of worthiness, blurriness of life's purpose, destruction of skills and commitment ... and, then, "Heaven forbids", atrophy.

4.  When you feel like giving up, FOCUS.  Look straight in the mirror and see that ONE BEAUTIFUL PERSON you are doing this exercise for.

During Yoga, one need not be conscious of the others. The center of attention is SELF - the beautiful union of mind and body.
 
Aha, self-romanticism, inspiring, for me!  There are two words that struck me in this wonderful thought --- FOCUS ON SELF, my beautiful self.

It's not new.  It's not philosophical.  It only means "just the right amount" of self-love.  The kind that will make you believe in yourself, trust yourself, enjoy yourself ... so that you can give just a bit more for others. 
 
When we lose our way in this world (and no one is spared from this truth!), we must not forget that there is one great "instrument" GOD has given us ... ourselves.  But, sometimes, we tend to give up when we lose the people or the material things we cling on for support.  Sometimes, we do fail to remember how easily we should depend on the innate beauty & strength within us.
 
Thus, while doing the "Warrior Pose", I looked staright at my body in the mirror and I told myself silently, "I can do this.  Must do this. Will do this more".  Oh well, as a neophyte, I still saw the legs trembling with my weight.  Guess, I haven't mastered the "art of balancing" yet.  "It will take time", the instructress said.
 
But I loved how my body was coping with the challenge, even if I was shaking & sweating all over.  I was completely awed by the courage my stand projected.  It was a "liberating!" posture.  It was exhilarating.
 
Yes, my knees, probably, weren't locked-in yet.  But I believe, I believe, that  the "woman in the mirror", in time, WILL BEGIN TO CHARGE majestically!
 
Faith in God, Faith in Me ... Faith in Life!

Rox