continuation: try St Jude

Strange as it might seem but I found somethings I thought that I will never, ever see again, things that I was not looking for:  a check payment I have not encashed, a picture of someone I want to pray for, a crystal bead that fell from an old chandelier and  a book I have been wanting to read but have not.

We went home that day we scanned the roads after matter of factly telling ourselves that it was hopeless to find the piece I lost. 

That day I lost my earring: 

I changed into my walking outfit.

I said "hello" to my face on the mirror and saw that I was wearing a pair of earrings

On my way out,  I passed by my dresser and applied sunblock on my face (and saw a pair of earrings one on each earlobe).

We looked for the earring three days after.

I found the earring on the fifth day in my room, on a ceramic platter.

All this time it was just simply under my bed that Gloria sweeps and mops everyday.


 what was that? a human error or a saintly intervention?

 

Part I: Try St. Jude

Ang Nakaraan:
I lost an earring the other day.  I also got lost on the same day that an earring fell unbeknownst, from my ear, as I was making my rounds on the roads romantically named after locally known flowers.  

I remember childhood tales of "tikbalangs" playing tricks on passers-by where they incredibly lose their way on familiar territories and find themselves in twilight zones (music is supposed to be played here: ni-ni-ni-ningggg  ni-ni-ni-ninggg).  If you are a Filipino, you must have heard of this (not the music but the tale).  Enough said, I walked to retrace my steps this morning.  On the pretense that I would like to try to find my earring, I brought Mr. S along.  With an extra pair of eyes, I hoped to give justice to my lost article by looking for it, the least I could do in a hopeless situation.  Also, maybe for closure.  But the mission was also to discover how I got lost (or so it seemed in a quicksilver second).

No trace.  Not even a bit of what people experience when they think they have found an oasis in the middle of a wasteland, a mirage in the climax of life-threatening thirst.  But still, I prayed or hoped or wished. St. Jude just popped up in my mind very quickly.  The patron saint of everything impossible. Is that right?  I said a little prayer before I got distracted by the thought of an appointment in a few hours and at the same time trying to figure how I got lost that same day.

                                                                   Itutuloy

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.

Presidential Kiss: Horror Story #6

I walked him around an unfamiliar place as if it were my own.  We passed by libraries upon libraries and in the hallway, he stopped and stooped.  Noynoy Aquino gently kissed me on my lips!!!