A Thousand Summers 8



Saturday Evening Posts
March 21-27 Edition

A Thousand Summers
8

There was a more major-impact event that January.

When I was informed that I've been re-assigned against my will, I felt totally demoralized. All my long-term goals whooshed out like a balloon pierced with a sharp pin.

My game plan was to switch to the Spanish account but I needed more time, which was something I suddenly didn't have anymore.

I saw that the most radical change can happen in a blink of an eye and nothing will ever be the same again.

Instinctively, I knew it was time to go.


To Be Continued Next Saturday


Jonathan Aquino's Journals
February 17, 2015 
Tuesday

The radio was playing "God Gave Me You" when I got home from the gym. "I must confess," goes the song which echoes my heart, "I've been blessed..."

God Gave Me You
Bryan White  






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Monday, March 23, 2015. I'm on the first day of my last office shindig. My radically transformative two-month self-imposed vacation has come to an end and I'm already looking forward for the next one. In the meantime today it is the beginning of a new chapter in my semi-charmed kind of life.
Sunday, March 22, 2015. It happened so many times that a song would suddenly be on my mind, then later I would hear it on my radio. When I woke up this morning, there was complete silence so there was absolutely no reason why The Greatest Gift of All by Jim Brickman should be playing on my head. But it was. This evening I was inspired to listen to music when I heard an old ballad that I love from a passing cell phone outside when I went out to get some dinner; I don't know the lyrics or the artist but I was filled with warm feelings. So when I turned on the radio, I got that Jim Brickman song sure enough. What I'm really searching for are the songs from the soundtrack of my life. The first on my headset is Never Let Her Slip Away from Andrew Gold, shortly followed by Who's Holding Donna Now by El DeBarge.
Sunday, March 22, 2015. I just finished reading the classic Stranger In A Strange Land by Robert Heinlein which I began yesterday. "The ending," as I have just written on my notes for a story I'll include in one of my own books in the future, "is perhaps one of the most emotionally powerful things I ever come across." I'm spending the entire weekend at home to rest my muscles from my work-outs, away from the madness of crowds and the merciless summer heat. I'm spending real quality time for myself by purifying my mind, body and spirit through meditation, and raising my vibrations by relaxing and enjoying myself with good books. I'm going to read next the inspirational bestseller Chicken Soup For The Golfer's Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen.
Saturday, March 21, 2015. I was again at the public library on Jones Avenue yesterday. I sat on one of the sofas as I read the coffee table classic Reader's Digest Into The Unknown. I remember first reading it when I was in grade school. It is actually one of the reasons for my lifelong study of the paranormal. Instead of ghosts and withcraft, I focused on the chapters about mystical healings, reincarnation and out-of-body experiences. In the stories on mysterious ancient monuments, I felt the familiar emotional resonance whenever I see images of Stonehenge and the gigantic statues of Easter Island.
Friday, March 20, 2015. I got together with some of my friends from my previous job for breakfast yesterday. We went to a restaurant called Ekit's in Mabolo district in Cebu. There was an enlarged and framed copy of a Manila Bulletin food column on the entrance praising its pork pochero- which really is delicious beyond compare. I joked that I'm such a useless vegetarian but I'm was thinking of becoming a Buddhist monk. It is nearly midnight as I write this and I just finished reading another Star Wars novel which I bought earlier around six in the evening. What I really want is to be a Jedi.
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." ~ Thomas A. Edison