Metamorphosis CocoonI’ve been in this cocoon state for awhile now. I’ve acknowledged that I have been otiose at my writing, and I’ve used excuses over and over again about how there are experiences in life that have yet to be experienced. Yet, there is real estate in my mind reserved for the continuous concoction of … Continue reading Metamorphosis
A few months ago, I had a dream. I walked into my closet only to find a version of myself standing at the end. She (or I) was wearing my favorite black turtleneck, black pants, and an oversized peacoat. She was looking straight at me with a look that I know quite fondly. It’s … Continue reading Another Trip Around The Sun
Let me tell you a story. Several years ago when my husband and our family moved into our first newly built home, we decided to plant several perennials around the house. Perennial plants return year after year and are low maintenance. I found them rather endearing since Alaskan winters are the most brutal, and yet … Continue reading Anattā Anātmam
Lately, I have been everywhere and nowhere. This is to say that those of us wanna-be writers often finds themselves stifling the writing with things that don’t require a lot of thinking, or emotional investment. If you’re an avid reader, and an enthusiastic fan of authors--you may have read how many of them succumb to … Continue reading Everywhere All At Once.
My sisters and I were only children when we first learned about the baby boy in church. I was about 7-years old, Jackie was about 5 years old, and the twins were only toddlers. We were living in Cavite City, Philippines at the time. The baby boy in church wore elaborate and sequined gowns, … Continue reading Santo Nino, and Heaven Points.
To acquire stillness in the mind is a difficult practice for many of us. The way we tackle our daily routines have led all of us into becoming multitaskers. Its difficulty isn't in the attempt to find the time to seek such stillness--it's the ability to recognize when it occurs that makes it difficult. … Continue reading Stillness.
I am convinced that in one of my past lives, I must have met Rumi. How else can I explain the magnitude of love that I feel whenever I read his poetry. What other reasons can I find to express the sadness that resonates between the endless lines of beauty that are Rumi's poems? … Continue reading Rumi.