23 June 2017

Harrowing but surpassing


Last night's  brief chat with my father was once again a reminder to be in the present. To balance one's focus on future ambitions and present pragmatism just like Josephine March from Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women" who struggled to accept her individuality and fate in spite of her stubborn resolve.  On a related note, St. Teresa of Calcutta's many quotable quotes include "Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin." True. Even if the more noble choice is the more painful case, the more altruistic option, the less popular opinion. 

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22 June 2017

immersion


Like that man on Edvard Munch's "Melancholy" I found myself in the exact same pose when I went to my usual happy spot today.  Blame circumstances. I'm glad I was able to verbalize some of those dismal causes to a very wise younger person and she just told me, "you know yourself best" and so I called it a day and went straight to my aforementioned happy spot. Did not work this time. I tried shortbread instead of a macaron. Unsuccessful. I tried to generate mental pictures of smile-inducing objects and living beings--success! So my suggestion to everyone else is to follow Peter Pan's advice: think of a wonderful thought...any happy little thought...and you can fly.

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20 June 2017

Scandinavia


I will return to Copenhagen where I will once again drink Danish Glogg and eat open-faced sandwiches on dark rye. Skål!

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19 June 2017

A needle pulling thread


Lately, it has been a struggle to focus on the intellectual demands of my work. It's as if I'm looking for dishes to wash, laundry to fold, dust to sweep, and my favorite--clothes to mend.  I had sewing class in high school and my mother used to own a manual sewing machine just like this one:


I remember making my own shorts that turned out uneven: one leg was longer than the other. And there's that constant annoying situation when the thread from underneath the table and the thread from the bobbin on top would get intertwined and you had to pedal and move that wheel on top to untangle the mistake. That also meant sort of ruining your fabric and having to get sewing shears and redo everything. 

That is why I prefer hand sewing like an Amish person. With my very active children, there's always a hole or tear to sew. I also realized that my body size has fluctuated recently and I have been attached to most of my dresses so I would adjust the waist and add snap buttons. I'm proud to say that I still have the dress my mother had a seamstress make for my confirmation. It was supposed to be ankle length, but I was 12 years old then so the hem is currently at the level of my calves. An awkward length, to tell you the truth, so I've been contemplating folding the hem inwards a few inches and sewing it so that it sits right below my knees. It's a very 1950s dress that's why I don't want to let go of it.

A part of the results-driven me is frowning, because I should be doing more academic things. Not sewing, not blogging, not reading about current events,  not Googling recipes, not browsing free romance novels on Amazon, etc etc. I think I just need a day--two days tops--okay let's make that 5 days? To nap. To cleanse the mind. To recharge. To sew my clothes.

On the "achievement unlocked" side of things, I've patted myself on the back numerous times for converting my children's pants into shorts, leggings into cycling shorts, and my skirts to two different sizes down (the 3 reps of gestation-lactation-rearing can be a wardrobe challenge). I also converted one of my sister's halter jersey dresses into a maternity swimming top. *applause*  As a final demonstration of how we can be nifty about things is this:


I shared this to friends, because I thought that maternity bottoms were expensive and/or unfashionable. So I went to a fabric store, bought a thick garter band and buttons then created an "extender." I reinforced the hole I cut with stitches where I would insert the button of my jeans and then insert the other button on the other side. Then I wore typical maternity tops or my husband's shirts or whatever is comfortable. Nifty nifty eh? *high five*


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17 June 2017

pahinga


Minsan sa ating walang tigil na paglalakbay, 
Kailangan gunitain ang saysay ng buhay.
Sa kabila ng hirap dala ng kalupitan ng pagod at pag-aalinlangan,
Ang siyang pagkakataon na maibalik ang sariling sigla ay pahinga.
Tanging pahinga.

There are times along our journey,
When we need to reflect on the sense of life.
Despite the challenges brought about by the cruelty of exhaustion and uncertainty,
The opportunity to recharge one's vitality is rest.
Only rest.

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15 June 2017

viva la vida


It requires more courage to suffer than to die. ~Napoleon

My fixation on the shortness of life stems from being a regular witness of death and imminent death. I could say "end of life" but my father once exhorted on his legal writing essay that the original word is preferable over its "first cousin." I don't follow that advice consistently, of course. I remember an event when my father was told "you're lucky" after he divulged that he was just diagnosed with cancer. One would think that saying something like that to a terminally ill person is inconsiderate, but what the person meant was that it becomes the trigger to live life to the full. Short of saying that a hard deadline keeps us on track. In connection with cancer, I had two female tests done about a month ago and I'm grateful and relieved when I recently heard from my doctor a few days ago that everything's normal. My mother's cancer was more aggressive than my father's and commenced at around my current age. Right before this post, I had the chance to chat with my father who was preparing to get admitted in the hospital and I was glad to share some good news. I used to vent in our conversations and later on decided to only bring up either good news or funny mundane things. I hope to encourage you, my dear friends, to live each day with no regrets. Each of the 525,600 minutes per year...as that Broadway musical Rent theme goes "525,600 minutes...525 thousand moments so dear...how do you measure a year...measure your life in love--seasons of love."

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09 June 2017

Writ

My daughter is a leftie

My best friend, the godmother of all my children, is a great writer (Yes you, my dear C and you expected this *wink* and I will refer to you in the third person). She loved writing for the school paper when we were in high school and today she's a contributing author on this online magazine aimed at disseminating high-quality and high-impact articles.  Based on our recent interactions, she thought that it would be a good idea if I started writing about things/causes I'm passionate about and so after a couple of exchanges I finally spoke with her editor-in-chief on the phone this morning.  It's a no-pressure pro-bono gig much like this ongoing anonymous catharsis on blogspot. Kind of like writing press releases on broad sheets.

On the topic of writing, I had a casual chat with a mentor about fountain pens and calligraphy--I'm glad that there are still people who enjoy writing by hand. I consider it a rarity nowadays. My father writes in nice block letters using his usual Pilot VTech pen, while my mother's cursive was impeccable even with her preference for ordinary pens. My husband, when we were teenagers, wrote to me weekly--he began writing a week's worth of notes during his free time in class which he put in an envelope and gave to me on Sundays. I followed suit and we agreed to leave our envelopes on a designated spot. I'm sure you're nodding right now, Mr. Husband. Papemelroti should thank us for investing on their stationery.

We should rekindle our interest in handwritten material. It's not just about the art, the pen, even what is written--it is the time spent writing and the amount of thought that is put into it. It is not excessive, in my humble opinion...it is being in the present.


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06 June 2017

romanticizing chit-chat


Wouldn't you agree that one tends to patronize certain local shops based on the happy interactions that take place per visit?  I had two very nice conversations with a barista and a supermarket check-out lady today. I occasionally have the suspicion that maybe I have an invisible message on my forehead that says "stress relief." 

I've developed a sort of mutual understanding with a barista last year that began as small talk about the weather, nail polish, our daughters, etc. She looked particularly relieved when she saw me this morning and began to rant about how badly she wanted to cry earlier today because of motherhood stress. I assured her that she wasn't alone and that I find myself in the same predicament very frequently.  To make light of things I brought up the idea of shower time and we both agreed that it was the universally acceptable, guilt-free "mom time." It's not a mystery why most Mother's Day gift sets involve bath products--and shiny jewelry.

In the afternoon, the lady at the supermarket check-out where I procured all the ingredients for this salmon dish that my sister-in-law recommended asked for my rewards card and commented on my name. I didn't quite hear whether she stated that her daughter or niece was also named Anna, but that she liked it--and that the woman serving Counter 1 was named Anna too.  Then she suddenly brought up that I somewhat reminded her of Anne of Green Gables, because she had just seen the old movie. I've never seen it; I just know that there's a new Netflix series with a similar title and judging by the ads and trailers I've seen I'm positive I look nothing like the character. And then the check-out lady mentioned that the film she saw made her cry a little and that it was relatable.

There you have it. Two mundane conversations. Light topics and both involved the topic of crying. 
There is grandeur in the ordinary. Look at James Joyce's Ulysses: a mega thick novel about one ordinary day in Dublin. I still haven't finished reading it. Hah.

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02 June 2017

drown the vociferous with placidity

I've posted twice about the poem Desiderata--earlier this year and in 2007.  The unfortunate reality is that in spite of one's conscious effort to be objective, calm, and composed in the face of tumult...upheaval...chaos, it is natural to be affected. Tame the tempestuous version of one's self and as in the opening line of Desiderata: "Go placidly amidst the noise and haste." While it is acceptable to nurse one's pride, let us introspect about a Google-able Yoda quote: "..when you look at the dark side, careful you must be...for the dark side looks back." 

Finally, as the managing director of the International Monetary Fund (IMF), Christine Lagarde, once said--"if you respect people...if you have a good worth about yourself...providence will take you."


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31 May 2017

Huwag Tularan (Do not follow) si Macbeth


All is not for naught. Life does not signify nothing.
Be positive!

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