I was away from the blogosphere yet again. Things have been so hectic lately that I can barely catch my breath. There’s so much I wanted to say but I don’t know where to start. Maybe I should give you a quick update about my life lately: I left Cebu for good last February. It … More A Quick Life Update (I have a new blog)
It’s curious how some truths creep up on you during the lulls of the day, like how you feel too much and could have easily destroyed yourself, if you let it. How fragile are the threads holding you together, how temporary. How every minute feels like you’re buying time. And sometimes how rare moments, like … More A Snippet from My Chaotic Mind
I was scrolling through my IG feed when I stumbled upon a post thanking Mary Oliver. My heart broke a little when I read on and discovered that she died on January 17. Her poems are a balm to the soul. This gem of a poem will always resonate with me so much. Mysteries, … More So Long, Mary Oliver
So much for resolutions. … More And So We Begin Again
It’s a slow day. The clock is ticking loudly, magnified by the complete silence that envelops my room on late afternoons. There’s nothing to do here. I’m bored out of my skin. Just to have something to do, I put on some music. And then restlessly, I walk back and forth, as if trying to … More Dreaming of Chocolates
I want to say something profound.
“we’re only ever certain of uncertainties”?
Or would that be too deep,
hitting too close to home? … More A Litany Before Goodbye
I’ve woven our story in the stars If I could I will keep it in a jar But there is nothing I can call ours Except from the tears and the scars
It’s 1:18 am and I’m supposed to sleep. These days, sleep and I have a love-and-hate affair. It’s evasive when I need it the most, but too persistent when I’m trying to drive it away. At this ungodly hour, it’s not the case. I don’t know what came over me but I suddenly have this … More Black Clouds and Shadows
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. -William Blake
It’s raining again. It rained yesterday and last night too. It’s not that I hate the rain. And hate is too strong a word, even for hurricanes. I’m grateful for the shower of grace bestowed by the heavens. I have always imagined the earth revel in its velvet touch. The trees sway in glee. The … More Raindrops and You