How does one say goodbye to someone you have never seen but have only felt? Finally, today, I will be brave to confront the obvious answer: you just let go. "Have you released him yet?" A friend asked me that poignant but strange question today and I responded with a laugh. Released him of what?…Read more A Farewell, 6 years later
Do you remember in vivid detail the first Christmas you ever spent with your dad? I do, because it was the first time God showed me that He remembers the desires of our hearts, even those we have long buried to oblivion. I grew up wishing for something little girls normally often take for granted…Read more The Missing Piece
Do you still remember the first time you wished me a happy birthday? I remember it because it was the year when my birthday came around with me feeling that certain tingle after a long time. It was probably the cake, the song or maybe it was the words that had long been floating in…Read more Did you know?
February was a month of learning for me. A month of growing up, as far as my heart is concerned. A month when I was forced to dig things up (yet again!) and see unburied feelings deep within, ready to be re-examined, revisited, and as it was, concluded. A different kind of closure. Not the…Read more Learning from February
I'm currently in the middle of a 36-hour work shift. My brain is woozy, body muscles aching, mind wandering anywhere but on the piles of cases in front of me, my Muse endlessly poking me for a walk, my heart aching for people I want to be with and for passions untapped. I know I…Read more An Examined Moment
For three weekends now, since he came back from overseas, I have been spending time with Dad. The first couple of weekends were spent with him in his Batangas house, by the lake, overlooking the smallest volcano in the world. We are on our third, this time in Concepcion, Tarlac to visit my older brother.…Read more Weekends with Dad
For someone who has been waiting all her life for you, this August is surely a special one. You were born in the month of the lion and I always remember that whenever August rolls in. I have always been drawn to people who are August-born. Some who have held my heart in their silver…Read more My August Love