Back to the Bat Cave for now

I enjoy the humanity of facebook and its users: good intentions and bad, vanity and humility, prudence and impulsivity, freedom and recklessness, information and misinformation, business and human connection and interaction. I am not saying that this is the only place for all of the above, but this is where almost everyone congregates without having to commute or travel, shower, dress up decently, comb, spend to treat a friend over coffee and cake. And the world, in one touch- how can it not be awesomely powerful! 

I can enumerate all the conveniences of a gadget and an internet connection but it is useless because I no longer have that at home. 😄Meaning, i have to dress up to go where there is. And where there is an internet connection is a place of work, and in coffee shops where there is, do i drink coffee alone with my gadget to reach you? And not to mention the fact that I suddenly found myself challenged by the true meaning of friendship and of being private. So, for now, i will try to enjoy the disconnection and will be working on what I can offer for 2017. Anyway, all my children are home now... And I am not saying that you will miss me on FB but I will miss you like a morning paper, and you have the election and its issues to take your interest anyway... except that for those who truly get in touch with me through facebook, i feel that I need to let you know. Meanwhile, email me a note or send a postcard through the slow mail and make a postman or a sorter happy. You may  please send me your addresses through my messenger which I will open when I am in a wifi free zone, and I will connect with you via letter or a postcard or a free phone call. 

Enjoy the world! 

Lenten meditation

Occasionally, there's a pretty flower that comes out from the arid flesh and the spiny arms. But more often than not we take notice of the thorns and miss out on the pretty outcome of the strife. 

Size Big.

Jose.  Big heart. Very sensitive. Feels his music and rhthym with his heart. Feels his food too with all his heart. Loves Sunday takuyaki balls. And now cheese ice cream.  

A way to say things...

Have not blogged for a long time but i had been painting. I do not require too much work for myself lately and this is quite evident in my very wild and loose watercolor sketches. Without the laborious details, it affords me to attend to other businesses among them is tending to things that grow and need my love and attention. 

Lately though, I find myself painting rocks and water with birds in it of course. It is a calming exercise. Hard and soft. Quiet and serene. 

Without words, I am remembering and saying what my feelings and thoughts are. 

Today I played hooky. Not meaning to. But i got myself in deep conversation with an in-law regarding the state of politics in the Philippines. Maybe the common tao look for heroes and some are taken bya law breaker with virginal appeal or pope cursing mangosteen, a robinhood who keeps the loot for himself and another who's got no (sex) appeal. Dangerous... Tsk tsk tsk. 

Oh well, so I ended up painting to once again claim my zen after I agitated myself with a quarter cuppa coffee and a passionate conversation - with a virtual walk by the beach and prolly sitting under the talisay tree waiting for the right moment to take a dip and wade like a duck. 

Work comes to me though so no, i did not play hooky after all. 

Love is the Greatest Energy

I am about to finish a painting I abandoned a few days ago but any excuse to not to is more than welcome. So i distracted myself from the moment's goal and decided that i will blog instead. 

Since today is Valentine's Day, I am remembering all the people (past and present, dead and alive, active and inactive) I love and who love or loved, me. 

I look past the moment now and remember with longing and gratitude those who loved me the most while they were here with me. 

Today, I visited my daughter for a healthy breakfast of granola, hopia, fried egg and banana and to return the gremlins who slept over in my house last night. 

Marie brought her funny girls while Yaya Lyn brought Lucy to visit too. 

And I thought that seeing and being with all the gremlins and funny girls is a testimony of love in action which brings joy and nourishment and gratitude. Knowing that I tried to be a good parent and seeing my children try their best in being good parents is a Happy Valentine's day for me. 

I'm sure about my old and on-off valentine and the partner I chose to raise this family with know that we are blessed. 

Ziva contemplating on life and intensely sending loving thoughts to her Daddy. 

Stay...

I. 

Small but great impact. My bird Boogie stopped dancing.  I held it in my hand when it became very still and tried to imagine how it was a cheerful, sprightly companion till the last day of 2015. 

II. 

I thought that the pillow I received from the House of Queens for my birthday captured my love for birds. Sofia, the beautiful-boned funny girl designed it while her mama Marie executed the awesome concept. 

 III. 

As I sat down for an early morning excel work, i realized the uncanny coincidence of losing my white canary and receiving an art work depicting her everyday as it sits on my old wicker sofa. 

Almost everyday... except during laundry days. 

Push ups

Physical push up is very much like mental and creativity push-up. My motivation is time. There are only a few hours left or a day and 12 hours before 2016 while I try to document these final hours by pushing myself to paint. 

Wanting so much to go on a retreat somewhere scenic and inspiring but I decided to make the most of what I am ignoring where I am. 

I am also trying to let go and do nothing about the remaining calendars I still have to sell. And while I have let God, I sold a few whilst I paint. See? My heart is full! 

Oh it is a face of a woman seeing through the eye of a pink hibiscus. Got a leaf for an earring! I like it!