Last night, I was made to realize the beauty of one’s history. I was reminded to be thankful for all the tears and heartaches. I was made to hope that each passing trial is that—a crossing. The passages come in various circumstances, brought about by different people, and clarified by solid and unique understanding of purpose. This year, I am turning 35. That’s half a decade to 40. My goals have somewhat shifted from “getting there” to “being here”. I welcome the grace of seeing that THEN was good, NOW is better, and HIS WILL is best.
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untimely proposals
i got the same message
two days in a row
one talks about regrets
and questions why it can’t be
another mentions the future
and hopes it shall be
was and will?
hmm…maybe…not for me…
these are made for walking
I’ve been putting off my chronicles about WYD 2011 because I am still unsure of what the experience did to me. Almost 6 months ago, these feet were made to experience the walled cities of Avila, the castle of Javier, the dirt of Cuatro Vientos, and the path I ought to take. This road gives me hope that walking, though a spoiler to pedicure and a challenge to my leg muscles, is a good thing.
half done in my mind
Finally, I am on the other side. Endings do make the next lines seem more defined from this point.
That should be the case if one knows where the other side is going. I am doing a back step for
a few hours. Tomorrow, I am ready and determined to make that long distance jump happen.
breakwater and dawn
One year on the job, the promise of moving thrills me. On Monday, it could be a start of another journey.
Humbly, I asked thee Lord, direct me.
almost diving
I’ve been slacking to write about last month’s pilgrimage. Sorting, weeding out, endless toil of knowing where to start. Hmmm, time to pack my bags.
teabag time
on the road, a gradual slowdown is safer than a sudden halt
when practiced in a different plane, a full stop might be a better option
a driver’s wheel cannot be steered from the back seat
the Velveteen Rabbit does need time to become real


