Thursday, November 16, 2017

Time Perspectives







Time is short and slippery.  We think we don't have enough but we squander it.
we spend it on useless endeavors like getting ahead and getting at the top of the ladder when we could have spent it on working at our humanity, engaging in affairs that benefit others and in valuing what we have and not spend hours being bitter about those who have what we don't have.

Before we know it, we have spent time unwisely.  We have  wasted it like milk that spilled on the ground never to be retrieved.  Well it can fertilize the grass that will feed the cows who will give milk in return, but never that same milk again. 

Time is the only commodity that cannot be recycled.  But it can be "stored" and even "captured."  There are the TBT's on IG and FB - photos that get stored in the clouds and come back to freshen our memories if not to show how much we have gained in weight, skin and silver hair .  There are storytellers who can recall experiences as vivid as when they happened and scents and sounds that can transport us back to the moment.

Time heals all wounds if we don't keep scratching and opening them.  Patience is a close kin of Time.  We don't get the results we want as easily as we make coffee or buy cola from the vendo.

Time is the master teacher.  If we don't learn our lessons now,  maybe we can tomorrow or next year or never.  Well, that sucks.  No teacher would want that.

Have you actually felt time like a presence?  I like to put my feet up after a long, hard day and keep still.  When I listen to my inner silence and have put all my baggages down, then Time sits with me in between intervals of breathing, with my soul.

I love "wasting" time!  I feel bigger than it when I do! At my age, I command it.  I tell it to go ahead when I have to tarry a while to kiss the babies who keep popping in my house in the morning just when I am about to go to work.  I have mastered time  when I do a day's worth of work in a few hours with maximum results.  I even had the privilege of meeting the months of the new year through the calendars I make!

Time is relative.  It becomes what it is depending on how we use it or what our goals are and it can be mastered and outdone when we invest it on pursuits that build like growing children.




Monday, December 26, 2016

Christmas memes




Thank you dear friends and family for a fabulous sixty freakin' nth birthday. Let me tell you that age is just a word and it does not hurt at all. To more wrinkles, laughter, lovin', and calendaring! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿบ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿพ you all made my day rock๐ŸŽถ ( someone gave me other names like Jesusa, Kristina, Noรซlle, Santa, etc. for being born on Christmas day but my favorite is Beth) can you figure it out! ?๐Ÿ˜‚ 

But before anything else, i thank the woman responsible, the conduit, the vessel - Mary, yes my mother, the mastermind, the brain. A mis ya and A luv ya to the heaven and back! ❤️๐Ÿ˜˜


And to my twin- Jesus, we made it another year again yesterday! Thanks for putting up with all of us. 


Sunday, October 2, 2016

Death in the Air


What if at the tip of your fingers is a winged messenger that will bring your prayers to God? 

Would it be faster? Will the form of delivery carry more weight than when it is passively uttered in your thoughts? 

Would He be more delighted if my messenger is as beautiful as this butterfly taking off from my fingers?

Today is the feast of the guardian angels. I believe that they come in the form of beautiful beings that I am naturally drawn to. They guide, they deliver a message or they help me discern. 

My carpenter has been missing for a week now.  He has not shown up, not in his home, not for work. His only vice is alcohol. At the end of the day, he drinks. This is the last activity that was accounted for. He drank with a co-worker and some people he did not know. We have been looking. Today, somebody is going to be picked up to shed light to his disappearance. 

I know he is dead. The stench of death has been following me anywhere I go that  I got this strange headache. A dead mouse in the filter of my car airconditioning was the culprit. How it got there, we are clueless.  I saw dead animals in my walk. Without the physical evidence of where the stench comes from, the stench seemed to be coming from around me too like a serious b.o. 

So I called Dodoy who is part of the search and told him that Eddie is dead. I said he needs prayers and he wants me to know that he will no longer be able to make me boxes for my notecards should I need them again.  He has resigned. Retired from life.  

Then this big butterfly was trapped in my house, first time of this majestic kind.  And I set it free. The energy that hovered the last few days is gone. I feel lighter. 

Bon voyage Eddie. You'd be intoxicated on a higher level where you will go. I ask you to help us solve this crime, if it is the case, but don't use me as your medium anymore. Show up! Dead or alive. 












Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Before i sleep tonight, let me write my prayer.

Dear God I thank you for the memories that I hold in my heart. Thank you for my heart that chooses which memories to keep - those memories that taught me to be brave and grateful. I thank You for Your Presence through my friends and the children I have taught. For those who have loved me and whom I love... Including  those who unsettled, ruffled, baffled oand squeezed me dry, my teachers of life who demanded nothing less from me, thank you.  Bless me and cradle me in your bossom. My sweet angels, my spirit guides, sleep well tonight. 



Thursday, July 7, 2016

Daily Menu




My daughter asked me this morning for some guidelines that I might want to add to the hedcen Faculty Inservice Training on General guidelines in preparing for projects and activities. 

With Hedcen on my mind, in my sleep and waking hours, perhaps this will be the last memory that will go IF i go senile. 

And the song " you are always in my mind..." can be creepy but true. Oh yes, i have other thoughts and plans that are just as equally entertaining that occupy my mind and these wonderings and wanderings are part of the ingredients in my recipe i call Emma's sisig. 

So this is my response to Ana's agenda. 


Consider that hedcen is the center, be-all and end-all:  its moral principles, philosophy, mission and goals. 

Set clear objectives why the project, why the procedure, why the activity. 

That advocacies of hedcen have to be supported and a basis for any project's framework 

Consider realistic planning and economy of and creativity in the use of resources

Consider that everything we do is a window to raise moral consciousness and conscience, accelerate learning and develop responsibility and accountability. 

That our job as hedcen educators is to deliver a liberating education through positive and creative interventions. 

Have a checklist or guidelines that evaluate or assess whether hedcen standards and its non negotiables are met. 



Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Warts and all



Before this photo, the service people were busy. It was peak time - lunch.  Try as they did, i saw some cheating that I will not disclose except that one kitchen employee touched his nose. 

Talk about where one is seated.., where one gets a peak at habits and everything human! 

Glad i did not order anything that will have to be processed with hands and fingers then served without the sterilizing benefit of heat and boiling OIL!

Someone kept sneezing in the kitchen! OMG! They should not let anybody especially me sit where I was.  

I had stir fried spinach and I looked suspiciously at the fingers of  Mr. Pogi.  
I followed him with my eyes as he went about after he brought my food. He was ok. I don't think he was the one who kept sneezing as his eyes and nose were dry. 

Jacob ordered two servings of DOUBLE boiled beef with noodles. Jose had FRIED chicken. Justo ate whatever Kuya and Diko ordered. 

My bill was 1,500 net after my Senior discount.

That was the cost of food inclusive of germs and virus, warts and all. 




 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Dontbederteh!

I read Jessica Zafra's article on Duterte as the id that gives voice and lakas ng loob to many Filipinos who see him as the bright future of our country. I like it. Jessica is bright! 

This reminds me of behavior challenges that we teachers meet in the classroom. Most of the time, these children's problem is the lack of self regulation. Thus impulsivity. And to a large extent, abusive behavior. 

Most of the time, this behavior leads to indiscriminate acts that can hurt others around them but in the end, this behavior sabotages the person himself. 

And I am writing about children. Without effective interventions, their gifts and their potential cannot be fully developed or realized. 

These people who could be great leaders can also be great threats. Their impulsivity, lack of self regulation, discernment and reflective thinking may be effective in situations that call for actions like jumping from a cliff to save himself or heroically save someone else's life without regard for danger. No thinking required. 

On the other hand, this kind of behavior active for 24 hours in 6 years, exposes this person and everyone around him to great danger.  Think of the entire nation, not one province but 7100 islands. if this personality happens to be the President of the Philippnes, the magnitude of danger is immense. 

And then as an educator, it also gives me a problem. How will I rewrite the entire values education program that is hinged on all the different academic areas?  How will I be effective in teaching my students a simple life-rule: "no bad words". How about democracy? It is not just freedom of speech and press but also due process? How will parents be assured that when their children stand up for what's true, that they will not be in danger of execution or barbaric and dictatorial "justice"?

If I will have another dictator in my lifetime- it will have to be someone who stands for universal goodness. One who does not love to kiss women and sit them on his lap ( i wonder why these girls allow it!) but one who respects the image of every woman, man and children. 

There is only one great dictator that I know of and he ruled with might, wisdom, unquestionable discernment and loved his wife and was loyal to her like his commander. (Hahahaha!) 

But Lee Kuan Yew is dead. So no chance for another one. The rest will just be dictators and tyrants. No way is Duterte close to that. His rule will be one amateurish act whose ways may work for some but definitely not for me. 

I will wait for the the true leaders in the future. Maybe not in this era. Meanwhile, I hope that schools will not have a problem with inconsistency between what is taught and what is seen. 

And that goes to all the presidentiables!!