my swinging pendulum

will is a noun and a verb

gingertea29 — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 09:06:24 +0000

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.

untimely proposals

gingertea29 — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 15:34:39 +0000

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

gingertea29 — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:09:31 +0000

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.

my fifth year

gingertea29 — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 13:07:30 +0000

Like a small aleph, I meet my first love. Now I have three frames to signify that I am living and loving my truths.

half done in my mind

gingertea29 — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 12:47:39 +0000

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

gingertea29 — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:27:41 +0000

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

gingertea29 — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 09:37:59 +0000

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.

cheeks

gingertea29 — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 13:37:58 +0000

Tatay Lee, you will be missed.

teabag time

gingertea29 — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 10:06:58 +0000

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

at any rate…

gingertea29 — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 15:19:57 +0000

You just sit there, unmindful of what is happening around you. Then, you’ll realize that some things need finality, others need more thinking, and part would simply have to go. This is one of those quiet moments to welcome with gladness. Hello, COURAGE! I missed you.