The SunKen Garden

Everyone loves flowers, the beauty of it is explicitly beyond description of God’s work.. When I was a child, I remember a cartoon series named “Mary at ang Lihim na Hardin” which came as my favorite cartoon ever until I grew up a lady. I remember how I patiently wait for the time to play its theme song, I actually sing along with it, memories came back when am secretly anticipating every clips of it as it was reminded over and over the television.

One of the episodes I love the most was when Mary found out how the secret garden looks like, when she happen to enter the sacred place for the first time. She was stunned for the beauty of the place and didn’t utter a word for quite a while. Then she found out that her mother really loves the roses planted in the garden that was the time she understood her father, she understood why her father wants her to get rid off the garden. Her father was so afraid that the said incident might happen again to Mary.

Mary returned home with a plan in her mind to relive the garden for the sake of her mother’s memory. And as soon as she was growing up, the story reveals that it was not actually her mother’s memories that keep the beauty and enchantment of the place, but it is because of Mary’s love for the garden, it is because of Mary’s pure heart that understands the need of the garden; to be whole again, to live again and to give joy to everyone’s heart that is longing to see the secret and enchanted beauty of the flowers inside. Since then, the garden was opened to the public, the story about her mother’s love for the flowers goes on and on along with the beauty of Mary’s heart that relived the sanctity of the place.

In our lives, we sometimes forget the beauty within because we are candid beyond the walls of our secret gardens; we thought that what keep us alive are the memories we keep inside its dens. But alas! We are blinded of the reality that plainness and the magical events outside the gardens are exactly what keep the beauty of it. It was actually what we are experiencing, love, forgiveness, sharing, understanding, and believing is what really are the flowers that blooms into it..

Yesterday, I feel as if I am Mary in her secret garden, but today, I feel as if I am her father, protecting all the secrets that lie behind the gardens. Tomorrow, I will be the caretaker, who will tell the whole story how it was called the sunken garden…

..bits of weekend..

Well, it was a weekend. Not overly exciting, but there were adorable tales to tell. I spent weekend at the session hall. Funny how just staying and mingling with the people within your community, listening to their concerns, feeling what exactly how they feel…it’s all fulfilling.

Saturday morning was spent in the office, while afternoon was consumed at the session hall, mingling with my community comrades, doing some of those things that is priority. I have finished draft of barangay ordinance solely for the committee’s program on comprehensive ecological solid waste management. The papers were just in my drawer, waiting patiently to be studied, revised and to be updated. Thanks God for giving me such wisdom and much time to accomplish everything in a day.

Saturday night which was supposed to be a dinner date happened to be a date in the supermarket buying things that will be needed for my committee and public forum the following day. Going home as early as 11: 00 p.m ( too tired..Zzzzz….)

Sunday was supposed to be a schedule for my music commitments however due to unavoidable circumstances and overlapping of schedules, well, as what is expected, stating an explanation and notice of absence in choir practice (religiously done for quiet a month or two, wah!!!! ) I woke up as early as 6 in the morning preparing things that is needed for my meeting, the agendas, the documents, the papers and of course whole self so that I can clearly discuss the things that has to be clarified and settled and need to be explained thoroughly to my constituents.

1:00 p.m.THE FORUM. We had a nice chat, and I pray that what has transpire during the conversation and the survey will be implemented across the community, I also pray that the acquaintance continues to blossom into unity and friendship within the people in my neighborhood. Then, heading to chapel, dropping by for choir practice, whew!! Very good timing, the practice has just ended upon my arrival..huhuhu… can’t come up. But at least I happen to spent at least an hour chatting with them.. it makes me feel relax. Having snacks with my choir mates while keeping each other updated really is something very enjoyable, the laughter of these young worshipers really adds up to my strength to continue serving amidst difficulty with my schedules.

Around 6 in the afternoon, my “irog” fetch us up and there ends the session. Deep inside I really want to spend time with him at least even for a while, my mind really seeks a handful of worthwhile and relaxing conversation, but my body seems telling me to have some rest since the following days will be spent again to work.

Poor ‘heart of mine’. I have to end ‘my weekend’ and needs to get ready for the busy week ahead.

Happy Day!! (Blissful Celebration of Blessed LIfe)

I feel so blessed today, having witnessed the beautiful creation of God’s Miracle, for adding another year in my life. I feel so great to be surrounded by valuable friendship beyond time, beyond distance..I feel so inspire having the courage of doing and choosing something that is beyond my expectations. My loving and supportive family that is always there giving meaning to my life. I feel so great of choosing to be happy. My life for the past 27 years recently brought me to this rule: Happiness is a personal choice and not the product of anything tangible and this rule is my driving force to achieve the ultimate happiness in simplicity of life.

Ross surprised me to have arrange a flower delivery for my Birthday even though he is in Canada already

Tulips were really is my favorite flower, he sent he it together with a love letter actually written by him..

God is so good for bringing Ross into my life, his presence is beyond material things that life can enjoy, he is more than a lover but a mere fraction of my life that no matter how the formula goes, he will still know the answers. It’s not I totally have no time in the world, but it’s about having so much of passion to fulfill in a very little time. Every single day is a journey of my life that I should not miss to Thank God for all His blessing bestowed upon me. Indeed, time flies, and our journey of life is the best teachers.

Thank you for another year of success, of freedom, of wisdom and strength!

Old Photographs

Sometimes, the best thing we can do is to look at the old pictures to make the memory anew. After a couple of weeks of non visiting my blog lots of things had happen and as usual I would like to share this in writing..

All of us have this precious stories that due to its priceless meaning in our lives, we cannot let go of it..neither we cannot tell these stories even to our trusted friends..I have gone through this..after all of that has been said and done, still your heart desires for something which you perfectly knows you cannot have anymore. Regrets filled your heart to know that those precious moments will remain precious and is hidden for the rest of your life and later on acceptance will come along..

“can we be more than friends?” why not, but why now? Regrets are fillers of life they are everywhere, they make us human, they let us feel the emptiness and in a while they will filled us with unexplainable happiness.

I have many regrets, many what if’s, plenty of but’s and maybe’s but at the end of the day, reality always prevails, that we can’t cry over spilled milk.. what has happened had happen and it will remain part of the past however it may cause us pain. As we travel along the roads of life, we sometimes choose the path less chosen, and I’m one of those. That no matter how convenient I maybe, I still chose the path which leads me into somewhere I don’t know at first and then later known how lucky I was for choosing that path. Yes, the pain strikes and it is something you cannot explain, the fear of letting go, the numbness that you have to inhibit, all of which are but a part of the current where our lives will meet.

Someday, we’ll see each other again, on that day we’ll be able to smile and say..”we can’t be more than friends, because we are exactly the best definition of.. FRIENDSHIP..