Saturday Evening Posts
June 13-19 Edition
A Thousand Summers
Episode 13
Episode 13
Our RORO bus entered the mystical province of Quezon. I saw
a poignant scene of an elderly man walking up to a small house on a hill, his
dog following him. That was in Candelaria, home of the world-famous lambanog,
the Filipino liquor made from coconut.
There was a woman reading in a
bamboo terrace, like those in Zamboanga, built on stilts over a clear, flowing
river in Atimonan. I was mesmerized as we came to Gumaca, the stars were so
alive; it's like being in outer space. By the time I was in Lopez,
I already had four friends
monitoring my trip through text messages; that's also a metaphor for a greater
reality.
I only realized I've fallen asleep when I woke up,
exhausted. I looked out the window. There was no dramatic entrance, no sense of
arrival, but finally I was in Bicol.
From Sorsogon, our bus boarded the
inter-island cargo ferry.
To Be Continued Next Saturday
March 20, 2015, Friday
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'd rather be a Buddhist monk, even
as I joked that I'm such a useless vegetarian, that a manager in my new office
shindig which starts next week. What I
really want is to be a Jedi.
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. My two-month self-imposed vacation is coming to an
end. I'm beginning a new episode in my semi-charmed kind of life.
The Jedi Master Luke Skywalker
"walked down the steps with a gliding stride," says Anderson, "quickly enough that the
others would not lose patience, but with enough grace to imply his own strength
of character."
The Top 10 Star Wars Moments
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I made my way to my rented room carrying my usual steamed rice breakfast, side stepping the mud puddles from the rain last night. A blue sky is being born on the gray dome of the earth. I realized that my early morning walks from the office has become a form of meditation and prayer ~ Diaries, June 9, 2015, Tuesday
One moment I was in my workstation and the next I was gone. I quickly got out of the office at my shift's end at four in the morning on the dot. But I was not rushing. The paradox was my awareness of my every action. I glided smoothly as my breath drew in the prana in the and into the solar plexus. ~ Diaries, June 11, 2015, Thursday
I stood under the large tree as birds began to sing to welcome the dawn. I smiled up at the little sparrows flitting from branch. It was a fine moment. It had been raining earlier, but I was on dry concrete, looking at the glistening pavement. I cradled my take-out breakfast, munching on hot french fries while waiting for a ride. ~ Gratitude Journals, June 8, 2015, Monday
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