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Sugar would want me to say that this are pili nuts from his pili trees in our old place in Antipolo now HEDCen

We live in a world where miracles happen every nanosecond of our infinite time:

Where the sweet fruits of the earth is a glimpse to paradise. 

Where a tiny flower is a perfect universe. 

(Will Ana be better off without me in school today? The officials of the department of education are coming for an ocular inspection of the proposed classrooms for grades 11/12)

This world where life thrives without fuss and beauty without care.  (I got a haircut yesterday and tried this hair wax that is supposed to keep my hair in place and read that massaging the face with jade keeps the skin supple and young)

Where some things were created to be consumed. 

early morning harvest of corn from our garden

And where we sometimes find ourselves hanging... Not knowing the when and where and how or why of things. 

Sinigwelas Americano in our front yard

And where we will end up .. In the cruel or compassionate hand of men (i like my emerald nail polish.)

a pair of tailorbirds spent the night in our room

Or beast?

I wonder where these little feathers came from.  definitely not from the birds we freed this morning

(Should I do yoga or not?) 

94: the magic of rain

The rain is bringing us back what summer took away. 

Suddenly, life is teeming in my garden. 

Greens are sprouting and hundreds of birds on trees. 

The river too is gushing with excitement. Water! Hallelujah! It seems to gurgle. There's more water to push the debris that summer left on its bank and rocks. 

The forest is fertile and saplings are trying to outdo each other in its race which one grows faster and stronger. This biome is strangely trying to build its reinforcements with more vines holding the trees' branches for support. 

Anytime, the frogmouth will be back on its perch again. Same branch. Same tree. Same season. 

I will be constantly at awe.  

Afternoon Reverie

This is Sunday afternoon. I go easy on this day. I had left over potato chips and scraped the nutella jar of whatever is left.  

A sip of cola would be nice. I discovered  a half bottle of P Max hidden behind some boxes in the pantry.  I hurried to fix some ice in a glass. 

No Pepsi Max. Gone from where it was hidden. 

Not good!  He's been drinking. Bad. Bad boy. 

That's the usual reaction. But i am changing it to he loves me so. He will not let my lips touch a drop of that poison.  he will drink all the poison he can find in this world to save his Juliet. Oh my Romeo! Your love is greater than the ocean. 

Turmeric tea it is then. 

My reverie was disrupted by my pan de coco Lucy and My heart  smiled thinking that she will make a nice Ate. 

A house is more than a home

Do you think our houses wait for us when we are away? 

I guess it is the most loyal of all our relations and possessions. In my case it is. It will definitely not walk away or walk out. 

You leave it and it will be there when you get back. 

Or am i viewing it the other way around? Does my house think that I am the most loyal of all its possessions because I always go 'home'? Regardless of its condition when i leave, i still go back to it. 

Unconditionally it accepts me in all my forms and tantrums.  The only complaint that perhaps I would hear is when the doors start to creak because of neglect or when the ceiling's paint start to fall like snowflakes. 

I came home after a day out today and it's still on #133.  Dark inside and pleased to have my warm body. Homes do need company. 

My State of Affairs

Here is the front door where wild ferns are growing. They will just be there until they tire of invading. 

This is my prancing reindeer topiary. But look, the antlers are like elephant ears now.  It needs pruning and re shaping. Calling Edward! Not you. The one with scissorhands. 

The newest addition is a grand piano from the grand lady who recently moved on to another dimension. It needs repair and tender loving care.  This was passed on to her youngest daughter now to my son's first child, Lucy. 

An empty breakfast table. In a few minutes, the pack will all be coming. I am cooking torta, tinapa, and fried bananas. 

Blessings to all. I am on a holiday. 

Fill your heart or your tummy

I have no difficulty choosing between planting fruit bearing trees or flowering ones as my choice would always be trees for my soul and not for my tummy. 

The balance comes from my husband who will not have second thoughts about his choice to plant trees that make happy tummy. 

All the flowering trees are planted for viewing and so are the farthest from the house while the rambutan trees are outside my kitchen and beside the guest room.  Lime, guavas and calamansi are close by.  

Fire trees are blazing this month and by September, the rambutans will be red and ripe. Fair enough. 

Breakfast thoughts

A good breakfast and company included an egg, rice, a small bite of hotdog, a very sweet cup of coffee literally and figuratively and Lucy. 

Thanking the people who help make work and pursuits happen. 

In my worst, Jenn is here. 

In my frenzy, Johnny. 

In my chaos, Lorna. 

In my triumphs small and big they are here. Except for Ramil whose work and presence are always interrupted with his wife's demands and fits. 

Do you prevent anyone from accomplishing things because you are more important? 

Well, i am on my second sip of the very sweet coffee rendered by my sweet Jenny!  Of course Lucy is more important. 

Cheers!! 

What is growing in your garden?

photo by Sofia

          
Snails, some tadpoles, spiders in suspension?

Lichens, ferns, lemons and some scraggly lettuce?

photo by Sofia

                  

If you look deeper into the root of all,

there's energy that supplies life to everything and that energy's absence discontinues growth. 

It is the highest form of spiritual Being, the Energy,  that orchestrates life in my garden including mine.  This Energy manifests in all things imaginable and unimaginable.

My macopa tree promises abundant harvest in a few weeks. 

The rambutan trees are getting ready. We are blessed! The birds are happy and so am I. 

Where to look for me

I actually live here beside a river and among a crazy, tangled mesh of plants. 

This is where i look out but where sometimes i don't look in. 

From the point of view of where one is outside looking in, it is just a place to live. 

It can also be a place that will leave one wondering, who lives there? 

What is she like?

What does she eat?

What does she do?

It is only a chair

...that sits memories of conversations of time gone by and the special scent of individual voices and the textures of their words.

It is not this chair if it has not heard and felt life- its ebbing and beginning and missing those that will not sit on it again. 

I bought this primitive love seat more than 30 years ago from my sisiter sister, and it has been, ever since, the documentarian of my life. It does not complain except for its creaking when it wants a little attention. 9/100 #100daysofblogging

A few moments ago

Precious are the moments with children who are full of laughter, words and hearty appetite!

Precious is a fleeting moment of a baby's first F-O-U-R steps! 

Oh what precious moments of rest, peace and quiet can do for a soul.. after all the precious moments of delight!

 

At this moment, waiting for the sun to flood my view. 

I thought

the babies will now be Ate and Kuya

It has been years it seems.
Now that I visit, it feels like I am a stranger discovering things on pages that I wrote.

So many things have happened.
I thought they were the same story repeatedly happening to me.

There were no words for a long time.
I thought I was a wretch and my days were extraordinarily ordinary.

What was I up to?
I thought I was not doing anything because I was working.
Picking my nose and the pieces of my life peppered with many beginnings.

I thought I did not know how to write all these
because there was nothing to write.
but as I tried to grasp in words the moments that fleeted by

I thought that I have to write again.

To write about my abundant blessings is making me fizzy inside.
Here's why.

the babies are growing.  they are incessantly talking and learning.
the toddlers are tall and fat and they are very funny and very sensitive.
there are new additions to the brood.  a baby girl waiting to be born anytime.
and another on the way in October!

So much to write about I realize now, while Kiera is teaching Golda how to keep vigil at night.

just washed the curtains

Dressing up windows

 with living fabric

 and patterns that change with sunlight and rain.

 My windows' curtains have just been washed while I was sleeping!  With little boys who are allergic to dust, this is just the cleanest and healthiest approach to window dressing.

Who cares about the neighbor?  The truth is they do.  When we moved in our Frogglerocks home, they started putting up fabrics, indignant at being subjected to our varying states of undress!!

Guava Interrupted: HS # 8

happy to be back twice the size

It took this guava tree 3 years to recover from a manifestation of one pregnant human being of intense desire for its fruit!

The tree was vigorously "frisked" for fruits when it no longer had at the time my daughter was  in her most acute period of "paglilihi".

This "senorita" guava tree was petite but prolific before the "eye of Sauron" found it, then went to a 3-year period of dormancy, pretending it was lifeless.

It took the humans a lot of empathy for the tree before we were given back the joy of its fruits.

Yes, we learned our lesson.

there's an old woman peeping through my glasses: HS#7

there's an old woman peeping through my glasses
using my toothbrush
soaking in my tub.




she tries on my pajamas
walks with my slippers
and my God, can't stand her
not for an hour
when she sings in the shower!

she hums my songs, sits on my chair

and one day i caught her

gobbling some chocs
nibbling my nuts
while she talks to my friends on the phone!






this is atrocious
she thinks she belongs here
but i must admit
she's wonderful with my grandkids

and that they adore her!

                                                                        
i must again admit
she is getting to be a habit.
a familiar face
who for goodness sakes,
had her perm while i sleep!

and though she is forgetting she isn't me
i remember her eyes and her voice
and her thoughts
and her scent...
and even her words!


well, i hope she stays
to be the old woman
while I the younger one.

Free

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Waiting for this moment
to be free
Waiting for the right wind
to blow the last bit of me.

I have watched the sun rise twice or thrice,
and the nights watched above me in my sleep
I rose from the mud that cradled me
before I began to BE.

The right wind, the right time
will set me free
To give back what was given me.


waiting for the wind
to disrobe me naked.
then I can be...

       FREE!!

sunny frogglerocks

I have no horror story to tell you but the blessed beauty of the day.