Ors

There are many "ors" in life.  In fact it is a good thing that we don't only have "ands".
"To be or not to be" is one famous line of choice.
Mommy or Daddy would be a very common choice a child has to be faced with in a custody battle.

There are happy "ors" too.
Coffee or tea?
Eat or sleep?
France or Italy?

However, in Frogglerocks, there is this choice my grandchildren will not have to make:
Ima or Ors?
Ima is famous for her stories while Ors is The toy provider.
Ors will carry four little ones like an asparagus bunch.
Ima will introduce them to her I-Pad games!
Ors is in demand because he will do anything for his grandchildren!
Ors worked hard to be in demand... he lives to love them all!
He is one and only and he gets the embraces, kisses, smiles, coos, drools and many more.
There is just one "Ors" in Frogglerocks!

No contest!

Ors is a happy man.  His life is complete!
Amen!

His Golden Garland is in Profuse Bloom

I am wondering if my mom from her place in heaven had been sending angels who whispered into the ears of those who were in my midst when I needed help.

Our house,  now the school was at the far end of the main road.   We were not the only one.  Isolated, yes but there is a bungalow where lived my neighbors who became very good friends and supporters. They brought my 3 yr old son to the hospital when he cut his finger while I was in my daughter's first communion, 17 years ago.

When I started my preschool, Tito Naz was the president of the Homeowners Association.  He gave me the permit to operate inside the subdivision. As the school grew a little, it  was besieged with territorial issues by some residents.  He backed us up.  He stood by our side negating complaints that we were nuisance. His argument, being my immediate neighbor shutdown all allegations, imaginary and concocted.   

In all these years, he greeted me with a warm smile on his kind face.  He made it possible for the school to grow right beside him!  There were things he commented on- our school owl's lonely call at night and the dust that would be stirred during PE on very dry days.  Outside of that, he was too busy having a grand time with life, with his work, or garden that there was hardly nothing at all to complain about.

Now, this morning as he lay sick and paused, I was helpless and felt utterly useless.  There was nothing I could do in return for all the love and affection he quietly and diligently stood for.

I  know that God has different ways of answering our prayers.  I would like to imagine seeing him back on his feet again and while we wait for a full recovery, this interruption is making me look into the interesting times of my life and project.

I know that we have thanked Tito Naz many times but I had to tell him again today.  When he wakes up from this, he'd probably say, "you are welcome. Emma, kumusta? ".

His golden garland is in profuse bloom- I wonder how he does it.  I have to ask him when he gets back home.

Hello world!

A window opens up my day.

I watch the sunlight slowly illuminate the white curtains

before it begins to burst great, white energy that fills up the space right before my eyes.

Right outside this window is a lonely pear.

It waited for me to come.

Pears don't grow where I was born.

My mind tells me that I have seen these things before

but my heart says no.

It is always new 

time cannot create the same experience

nor recreate it.

Same things are actually different!

Soon everything will meet the ground.

The pear and the leaves will fall.

Because Nature lets even the most beautiful go

to spring new life again and again and again.

I witness this from looking out a window.