Mother’s Day is just a week away, and I ask myself, what could be a fitting way to honor and give tribute to my beloved Mom this year? It’s been four years since she’s been gone, but I still miss her dearly.
So I’ve thought of sharing a roundup of some of my previous pieces I wrote about my mother, as my Mother’s Day Special. Here they are:
How I wish I had let her read this soon after I wrote it, so she would know I finally understood the reason behind her “penchant for collecting, never discarding, her old stuff,” a bone of contention between us sometimes.
Loving Me, Loving Mom, Loving God– my tribute to my Mom’s strong influence on me, her “passion for living, for she indeed was a woman oozing with confidence and grit…”
When Death Gently Waits, God’s Grace Suffices – My way of making sense of her death and a description of my Mom’s strong, unwavering faith in God, persisting until the end even when pain overwhelmed her physical being. “That was the start of her final days here on earth, and Death waited for her gently until she was ready for her purification … her grace from God…”
As a finale, here is the best loved Filipino lullaby, “Sa Ugoy ng Duyan,” an immortal song that never fails to move to tears anyone like me who loves and misses their mother.
The meaning of the Tagalog phrase “Sa Ugoy ng Duyan” in the literal sense is “In the Rocking of the Cradle.” The song’s official English title is “The Sway of the baby Hammock.” This is a Filipino lullaby, the most popular collaboration of two National Artists of the Philippines: Lucio San Pedro for the music and Levi Celerio for the lyrics. Read more at Wikipedia
What fond memories or stories do you have about your mothers? I’d love to hear from you , dear readers. Do share them here.
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”
The golden hour occurs twice each day, in the early morning just after dawn’s blue hour. At the first golden hour of the day, the sun has started to rise in the east and cast its glow.
At morn’s golden hour, you feel a tinge of warmth, if you happen to be outdoors, and if looking from the inside, you can observe everything to be cool yet there is a promise of a bright, warm or sweltering day.
In the late afternoon, the day’s golden hour occurs just before the blue hour this time. The scorching sun is no more, its warmth already tame upon your skin, its reflection bathes the environment with long soft beams of light.
This day’s afterglow lends a certain radiance and coolness around that sorts of warms the heart — so unlike that of the morning’s golden hour.
Just to clarify, I’ve only started to know and appreciate this beautiful moment –being a novice photographer, or simply a photography enthusiast who’d like to take photos with a little more skill.
So my golden hour shots still leave much to be desired — but am enjoying the process of learning. I find myself awaiting this precious moment almost spontaneously.
I like how the golden hour creates a different kind of beauty each time, bringing a different color or mood to the surroundings: both a promise and a hope; a call to rise and shine and do your best, and a call to slow down, relax, and hope for another sunny day.
So it is with our life’s golden hour. The rhythm of the golden hour offers something for us to ponder.
Our beautiful moments fleet by and everything in between is just temporary. Things may be good or bad, happy or sad. Yet at the end of the day, there is hope things will become better. We can always hope — like each day is always beautiful no matter if there is a storm coming our way.
It is just how we deal with what life’s throws at us that sometimes create all the chaos around or within us.
Life’s golden hour is also a time to pause, reflect, and plan to do better and be a better person. Just like I’m finding it inspiring to take better golden hour shots each time I try. Still a long shot for me — as you can see from all these amateur shots — but I keep the hope.
So when you’re feeling a bit down, just look at the sun.
For some years, I was busy planting crops, fruit trees, vegetables and a rich variety of plants on my moderate-sized farm, which I also surrounded with ornamental plants, shrubs, and trees to make my farm look inviting.
I also raised farm animals, like hens, cows, pigs, horses, and took care of some domesticated animals like cats. Through time, I was able to grow my farm, even building structures inside, until it looked more like an estate fit for royalty. <BIG Laugh> Continue reading “9 Nuggets of Wisdom Harvested from Farmville”
I enjoy being alone. I’ve gotten used to it by now.
With adult children leading their own busy lives, this is just how my life is. Being alone most of the time.
But because I come from a big family myself, sometimes I can’t help feeling lonely.
I still long for company at mealtimes, or when I feel a conversation with another human being is more palatable than talking with my plants, or the occasional lizard that makes itself visible to me. Continue reading “Embracing Aloneness”
“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts.” –Soren Kierkegaard
I like this quote…how it sounds like and resonates with my idea of being able to relax, with nothing in mind, but just being in the moment -without even having to think about finding myself.
Especially since I have moved into a community where walking is inescapable. Almost everything I need is within short walking distance. This makes me imagine I am in another place. Continue reading “Cherished Habit”