There is this point in ourlives that we face with situations that we are not comfortable with . No matter how you would choose to look at it tackle it you will still end up being hurt.
There moments in ourlives that we are painted by the colors that does not describe the totally of us. It was a color that once came due to a situation. This becomes your color. No matter how many times you became a brighter shade. There will always be people that will remember you as a dark tone .
Months I have struggled , I wanted to prove them wrong , I wanted to unhurt myself by understanding the situation. But I can’t . So the cycle of being judge , feeling unsure circles around me.
Until that moment that I realized I know me better that anyone else . I am me , I am not perfect , I am a person that is embodied with different shades . I am colorful . I accept me and I love me …that is all that matters. I will wipe my tears look up to the sun …
I will shine because I am colorful … I am free .. I have learn and I am a beautiful imperfect soul .
Diwali is one of the hindu festival that I love .. No I am not a Hindu . I am a soul who believes in the harmony of everything in the universe with one Almighty that holds the order I am a kind of person who respects all beliefs , gender and political stand .
Today starts the Diwali festival this symbolizes the victory of light from the darkness, good over evil , healing over illness and Love over Hate..
May I wish everyone of you the Light of Goodness , Kindneas , Love and Good health radiatates in You
Giralda Tower is one of the iconic tower in Seville. At 104.2 meters or 32 floors it has dominated the skies of Andalusia for 800 years. An impressive Gothic design , it’s beauty does not only radiates outside but as well as inside . After all this is one of the four Unesco Heritage of Seville
JO AND Beth
They have been friends for quite a while now . They have experienced the hardest storms of their lives but still manages to rise up. They are now both enjoying their pension years
My admiration for these two women become more deeper when we have visited Seville ,Spain a couple days ago .
Part of the trip was to explore the Iconic Cathedral and its renown tower . Being a history geek I was very excited to get inside since I have read that Christopher Columbus was buried here . ( that is for later to write about )
Jo and Beth roamed around the Cathedral, admiring the gothic / moorish design of walls. Me, being me looked for them and told them to join me to the top of the tower.
None of us have expected that the climb would be so steep.
I went ahead and Edgar the husband of Clair would follow them indiscreet. Beth would just sing a praise song while holding the hands of Jo ..
Jo is a burned survivor. Forty- five percent air capacity of her lungs was damaged during the fire . She has some joints problem too . To be able to climb the Giralda tower would be a great challenge for her. A step at a time …a breath for every rounds she made it holding Beth’s hand .
As they approached the 32nd floor at their own pace tears of joy and contenment flows down into their eyes . While Edgar and myself cheered their conquest!
Beth and Jo are the two epitome of women who doesn’t know how to give up . No matter how hard life will treat them they would move ahead at their own paces, carrying the faith within them . It is this faith that gave them hope, the same hope that push them to persevere.
Yes , they have been through the darkest moment of their lives .. but like the climbed that they did in Giraldo Towers they did it at their own pace with faith in their hearts and if things really gets rough they would stop and cry they never questioned God instead they bow down humbly … take a breath and continue with their respective journeys
They have conquered the top , survived the battles now it is time to rejoice, enjoy and be grateful of what life will bring them .
“Courage isn’t having the strength to go on – it is going on when you don’t have strength.”
― Napoleon Bonapart
Special thanks to Edgar who took good care of them
I read somewhere that in life’s survival we need to see the eight years old version of us and the eighty years old to guide us.
In my case I would like to reflect on that little chubby four or so girl who refuses to conform to what the society asked her to do .
I started early on going to school. At one point , I was not allowed to attend the classes because I was too young and there was not enough chairs for the legimate pre-schooler . But I love the free calamansi drink that the Protestant kindergarten school gave to their pre schooler that I have convinced my mother to buy me a chair . The following I walked confidently to the classroom bringing my own chair and a glass ( for the calamansi ) . There was no more reason that I was not allowed to attend those delicious and fun classes . For the next 4 years I have attended the kindergarten ( started as visitor at the age of two or something then nursery , kinder 1 and 2 )
Before my kinder 2 ends I have accompanied a cousin of mine who would take an entrance exam at a private elementary school .. at the end of the day I was accepted to joined the first grader for the following school year . I was five almost six I feel like I conquer the world 🙂
By March 1980, I was invited together with my parents to attend the recognition day since I was one of the top 10 in my class. My mother was still doing errands and I got anxious that I have to be late for the awarding ceremony that I took the matters in my hands I wore a green long dress ( I felt so pretty ) and wore my slippers ( not the fancy ones ) and halted a tricycle (a public transportation typical in the Philiplines) that brought to my school .
This is the typical me , I dont wait for things to happen .. as much as possible and if I can I will make it happen . You see me with my wide smile easy to talk aura and I would most of the time give in easily … But the one’s that I would say NO are non negotiable .
My bounderies have a clear cut if you step on it I would politely ask you to step back but if you persist…with a smile I am closing my doors .
At eight or so I have my own rules .. These rules that has guided me through the rough patches of my journey . When I would reflect the eighty in me I know I will have no regrets .
My heart is big , full of kindness and my trust is difficult to win .. But if and if I think its too much I have no second thoughts of taking people out of my life . For I believe that the last person that I should disappoint is ME .
I am scribbling randomly because I feel like it .. My way , my Rules ..
God is Good and has been showing us His grace all the time . You are one of His miracle. Ter ,thank you for allowing us to be a part of this journey of yours . We could never been prouder of how you fought and survived in all of this . Yes ! Everything is possible through Love and Friendship. This week is different than the other weeks , for you are home bound . Treatment has been done and you did it with flying “balbal colors”. A gift of life should now be enjoyed with His Grace. Here is to New life , friendship and Love …
How are you ? I don’t asked this question to often towards you , instead I just keep on deamanding on you . So many expectations that I have from you.
Despite of my discontenment , my demands you have still showed compassion and endurance towards me .
There was a time that I have starve you to make me feel good and be in the “perfect body image” or at times you endure my impulsive eating and later purge it out .
After a long working days I asked you to ran with me a little bit more .. or when we slept late I expected you to not give me any tantrums if we will just have 3 hrs of sleep so we can do our “morning routines”.
As the years gone by I am spoiled by you.. You have always thrive to make me feel good . Your immune system protects me from the unwanted illness . I took all these for granted . It is not yet to too late to honor you .
My dearest Body here and now I thank you for taking care of me .. For being patience of my acceptance of the image of you.
Here and now, I know at the end it is only us . We will try to walk in this journey with me accepting Our Beautiful Imperfectness .
Here and now , we will exist , live a life with joy . My dear Body YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL .. Thank you for enduring me . I LOVE YOU .
For someone who does not consider herself as a writer.
For someone who have a very chaotic thoughts .. So chaotic that at times she needs to silent them . Writing is her theraphy . It is in this zone that she can mirror herself and the lessons that she have learned both from direct experiences or from stories being told ..
She would try to wear different kinds of spectacles in approaching life … Appreciates the kaleidoscope that reflects her heart .
One hundred strangers from different parts of the world liked her thoughts . She is deeply humbled , grateful and now having an illusion that she can after all write …
To those who have read , liked ,shared and left some inspiring comments .. Thank you