Here's a lovely story- so inspiring.)
This is a true story that happened in Japan.In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tears open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this, feels pity, and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.
The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step--since its foot was nailed!
So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appears another lizard, with food in its mouth. Ahh! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years...
Such love, such a beautiful love! Such love happened even with this tiny creature ... What can love do? It can do wonders! Love can do miracles!
Imagine? it has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.
Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind can't.
I was touched when I heard this story and started wondering about relationships between family members, friends, lovers, brothers, sisters.
As information and communication technology advances, our access to information becomes faster and faster. But the distance between human beings. . . is it getting closer as well?I ask you...please never abandon your loved ones.
LOVE is a gift, take it, let it grow.
LOVE is a sign we should wear, let it show.
LOVE is an act, do it, let it go.
( I love you very much, Honey. Lifetime is such a heavy word. But we'll just pray and hope to turn it to magic!)
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Here's a lovely story- so inspiring.)
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I met you in Blogville.
- Mine and Makiko
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
This seems like an ordinary day. Today. But two years ago, Cristopher & I tied the knot that made us one before men and God. T'was a simple wedding ceremony, attended by relatives and close friends.
We love each other, no doubt about that. Despite the oddity of our living arrangement, I've never regretted the decision I made 2 yrs ago. For two years now we've been living our lives away from each other. He, in cebu; me, here in CDO. We've been like this eversince the courtship started. We'd see each other once a month when the schedule permits or only during holidays.
After I gave birth, my hubby comes home on a monthly basis. But I really never knew what it was like to be married with someone you see everyday; someone, you share your meals and bed with everyday. I dont want to sound melodramatic now but I can't help but wish that someday - in the near future- we'll be living together.
For Matt's sake. I wanted my son to know how wonderful it is to be growing up with a father whom he can interact with everyday. I want him to see his Papa when he wakes up every morning. I want him to feel the joy of having a father- who gives him piggyback rides, hums him melodies, gives gentle massages and more. Just like me.
And for our marriage's sake. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband; I believe that we both love each other enough to make us true to the promise we made. But lately I realized that I am becoming more and more self-reliant with each passing day. There's no need to be alarmed (but still, there's no use to be complacent). Because it occurred to me, out of the blue -- what if time will come that I'd get so used with our present living arrangement that I might cease to long for the company of a husband. What happens then? Boy, I really am afraid of that.
(P.S. Hon, I wish I could have shared this with you in person. You would have been so proud. Matt rolled on his stomach by himself today)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Funny how I panicked over a piece of paper that I suspected to be lost. You read it right, Just a piece of paper. My college diploma.
Because I couldn't find it in my personal folders at home and in the office, I began to panic. It's so amazing how the 5 years of blood, sweat and tears I spent in college could be rolled in one tangible thing- a piece of paper that can easily be misplaced (worst, reduced to ashes in few seconds when burned).
I could compromise an opportunity of working abroad just because I couldn't provide my college diploma! And what if I'd lose my job now, I'd run the risk of being jobless forever because there's no diploma to corroborate my claim of having graduated a course. What happens to us then.
Haunted with these thoughts, I was so frightened that I might have lost it somehow. So today, I risked being late for work and used the few minutes I could spare in the morning (before going to work) looking for it. It was a hurried and desperate hunt..I opened all possible folders I could set my hands on (at home) , panic slowly turning to frustration every minute that passed without catching a glimpse of it.
But after what seemed like eternity, I'm glad I found it. Stacked along with my old documents, there my diploma lay -- still crisp but already worn in the edges; the acidic paper has slowly turned to yellow with time.
But then what if I haven't found it? I'd lose all my dreams ..and my dreams for my family, for my darling Matt..down the drain just because of losing a piece of paper.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Dan for Now
I purposely dropped by our local bookstore 5 days ago to get my nephew something on his 5th birthday. His gift--a book- is all I'd get, or so I thought. I ended up buying 2 more books for my own consumption, 1 is all about babies and the other one is a best seller (as the cover claimed) by Dan Brown.
Come to think of it, I would have thought twice of buying a nice pair of jeans or shoes or a cute blouse, but with the books- I didn't even bat an eyelash when I paid a considerable price for those 2 books ( Hon, don't get mad if I got carried away with the budget..hehe). Because books are my weakness. And I haven't had a new book for ages now.
I was done reading the two books in barely 2 days and this is a feat considering a very tight sked at home with my son, Matt...The 1st night I slept until the wee hours in the morning just to get the chapters going. The Da Vinci Code. And the Da Vinci Code left me wondering. (Not with my faith though.)
I felt disturbed with some details described in the book. Stirred may be an understatement and shaken, an overstatement- I really couldn't tell exactly as I cannot measure the extent to which I'm stirred or shaken. But to say the least, it has activated a button that made me think. The windmills in my mind is working overtime to get in terms with the bits and pieces of information. For one, I admired the author for coming up with such an interesting topic to write about. And I'm even amazed at the ingenuity of bringing in history in most conversations (in the book). All throughout, I felt like reading a novel but with details coming from my history book. For a moment there, I wished Dan would come up with novel-like textbooks. I'm sure every history student -even teachers- would appreciate it. It would really be interesting to take note of the retention of learning from students. It would have been a lot of fun reading my geography book in high school if written the Da-Vinci-Code way.
For me, it is surprisingly feminist in views especially since it is written by a male scribe. I wouldn't like to emphasize on the details because the book has said a lot and I would like to leave it at that. Although it's clearly biased, it has inspired me - I wouldn't like to use the word empowered for now. Because the role of a woman- especially to the conservative Filipinos- has been secondary to the man, being appreciated for just being a woman - of being a mother, wife, daughter, sister or girlfriend-- is refreshing and oh so, flattering. Other sensitive issues about religion, history, feminism, arts-- to name a few-- are presented. But I wouldn't comment on these things because somethings are not conclusive. (But you may read the book and we'll see).
But this I wanted to say with regards to the issue of Jesus' divinity : It made me think of the many possibilities in our lives, in our history. It raised plenty of what-ifs , which I have no answer for now (or maybe not ever). But faith -for me-includes the conviction of the existence even of the unseen. And with or without the answers, I only have the conviction deep within: that no matter what, I believe there's someone greater than all of us; someone who designed how our body works, how the planets rotate, how the plants, animals and human co-exist on Earth, etc. Most importantly, I believe there's someone who directs the play called LIFE.