Incorporate all elements in one setting, and that’s where I want to live.
Take the tree out of the desert. Put it in a place like below,
beside this kind of house,
in this neighborhood
where I could freely do whatever I want, like
while waiting for the sun to rise or watching it bade farewell to the day.
But most especially, it would be spreading my body like that while watching the night sky above me (alone or with someone)
that would make the experience complete.
I don’t care if I get to suffer to travel on foot on a fairytale-like pathway like this
or climb up steep terrain
(like how the goat did), so long as I am right where my heart is. I’d be rather ecstatic at the challenge, you know. I could always find the help of the vakul to protect, if not jazz me up a bit.
And oh, I almost forgot. I want my tree to have this,
just in case I grow tired of romancing with the grass.
This basically, is the kind of simple life I would like to live.
Note: All photos are stolen from somewhere. Please forgive me.
Very simple, indeed.
Thirteen hours passed, and I am still shaking. If you experienced a major quake in your life, you know why I felt this way.
Since this morning, no matter how much I tried to get some rest, the aftershock brought by the 7.2 magnitude quake, don’t seem quite to let me.
Poor souls have been lost. Properties severely damaged. Some of the oldest Catholic churches reduced into rubble. Everyone’s still in shock. We don’t usually experience these kinds of quake, especially Cebu. In fact in my lifetime, it only happened twice– the first was February of last year and the one that hit us this morning.
It was a blessing in disguise that today was declared holiday– no classes, no work to most offices. Had it happened on a regular working day, I don’t know how much more we might have to witness with its aftermath.
It took me more than three hours to reach home after we were advised that work has been cancelled. The trip back home was so overwhelming I tried to muster the guts to walk along covered walks where debris, shattered glasses are everywhere. I tried hard not to cry. I already did that at the office during the onslaught.
While at the bus, I was silently praying I won’t witness anything uglier than what I’ve been able to witness, as we pass by the long stretch of the National Highway. All I wanted at that moment was to be with the family, to be at home.
The moment I stepped my feet on the soil of Colon, I felt almost relieved. No matter what will happen, I want to be where they are.
Pray for the Philippines
This past days, she had her time stretched to suit to the demand of family life– time with the parents, the siblings, the nephews, not to mention, the countless chores she needed to add up to that busy weekend schedule, among other things.
Like a superwoman, she tried what she can to help out. Do this and that, and try not to complain. She lately figured she was painstakingly helping win over some other people’s war— yet abandoned hers. She is happy when people made it through in the battlefield; she didn’t realize how it made her weaker to have her own battle succumb to nothingness. However, once she lay alone in her room at night, the whole reality would sink in— while she was busy fighting for other people’s war, she did not notice, she was herself, terribly wounded. And she has herself alone to console her.
While her neighbor’s war was subdued and the merriment of the victory engulfed the vicinity with joy, there in that dark little room behind the master’s, the wounded soldier cringes and cries in agony. Her voice muted by pain. It’s there in that dark little room that the tiredness and the pain of the passing day, dawned on her and she felt extremely exhausted. Afterall, she is just like any other human being. She’s been very tired lately. She’s quite tired, now. But not half as tired than how her heart feels.
She realized, she isn’t a superwoman, afterall.