day’s first glimmer of light
after its long hiatus ~~
the city percolates
“If you are not where you want to be, do not quit; instead reinvent yourself and change your habits.” — Eric Thomas
The topic of reinventing oneself came casually over me – as I went through some previous posts of mine and read my revised “About My Blog” page here. I had thought of just giving up this blog, for it had outgrown its initial purpose.
But time and time again, I would back off and do a little bit of tweaking here and there, just to keep it going even if I have not been able to capture a loyal following. And to see how far it can go, learning to see in what ways my blog can inspire or uplift or share something valuable to readers — beyond merely serving as my personal creative platform. Continue reading “On Reinventing Oneself”
Earth’s fiery cone
A super blue blood moon ~~
Nature’s perfect collision
Mayon’s fiery perfect cone
January’s Super Blue Blood Moon ~~
Beauty and Beast
I wrote these two haiku – in tribute to two of the world’s most awesome natural phenomena in recent times, magnificently caught in one stunning shot! Writing these in February, I also shared them on NaHaiWriMo’s community page on Facebook.
My February collection of haiku is composed of my responses to some of the prompts in last month’s NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month). More on this below. Meanwhile, please enjoy my feeble attempt in this fascinating poetic form.
Day 1: biting into a taco
biting into a taco
hot and red with chili ~~
the waning moon bids adieu
Day 2: railroad ties
wooden railroad ties
old, beat and creaking ~~
peals of children’s laughter
Day 3: Greek coffee
in the kitchen lay waiting
warm pot of Greek coffee brew ~~
lips locked in a kiss
flowing from cup to cup
mid-morning Greek coffee brew~~
ears plugged to jazzy notes
cup to cup
Greek coffee brew ~~
scent of burnt haystack
A long, long time ago, I feasted on fairy tales: Grimm’s, Andersen’s, Aesop fables and Filipino folk tales. And of all the fantastic tales narrated to me, or I myself read, again and again, Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs captivated my heart the most. Why? It was simply magical and feeling good.
As a child, I delighted in repeating this fairy tale to my younger siblings come bedtime, and years later as a mother, when my two sons were little, I never tired of reliving this tale to them . Continue reading “Life Lessons from a Fairy Tale”
In response to an article by Brain Pickings, Walking as Creative Fuel: A Splendid 1913 Celebration of How Solitary Walks Enliven “The Country of the Mind” , here is a thought or two.
Walking in solitude — nice thought! How I so wish I could take up walking as a regular activity.
Yet, I’ve never been much of an active walker, such as described here.
But I remember enjoying my long walks inside the university in my college days, as well as in my years of studying and teaching in another university. Unhurried walks when I wasn’t running for time for my classes or at the end of the day – going back home – were indeed a respite for my tired mind and body. Continue reading “On Walking in Solitude”
When I stop – or lose — my momentum, I seem to also lose my sense of balance.
It is much like catching my breath after a few minutes of brisk walk or short run, then finding myself struggling to get up and go.
My mind is engulfed by a huge vacuum from which I cannot escape – leaving me powerless to take off from where I left.
A specific example, one which often challenges me – is writing.
After losing my momentum at a certain point, whatever ideas, fragments of thoughts and feelings, seem to have gathered up in a haze.
Thus that awful empty, white space stares back at me from my computer screen or my journal page, crying out to be filled. But I remain stuck, my creative juices drained.
So an inner battle ensues. That certain mood to get myself back into the flow of things seems hard to catch again. Continue reading “On Losing Momentum”