Aug 19, 2014

The storyteller

Lying comfortably on the sofa as I contemplate my next move on saving the jiggling pets, this little creature slowly made her way in the half lighted room. It was then that the bomb exploded and the key came crashing down on the block. Whew!!

Little creature: Nanay (Mother), do you want me to tell you a story?

Looking at her excited face then quickly returning my attention on the exploding blocks I half-heartedly said yes and so she begun.

Little creature: "There was once a princess locked in a tower.....blahhh...blahh.
                       She has a mommy that wasn't really her mommy with a pointy hat 
                       but she was not a  real witch. Blahhh...blahh."

                      "She also has a horse who spit fire blahh..blahhh.."

 Nanay:           "Goodness, a horse who spit fire.."

I could see how enthusiastic she was, seriously weaving her story.

Little creature: "Yesssss..." she said. Her spits making its way on my face
                      "Then a prince came.." she stopped and giddily bursted out ---

           "Oh, Nanay (Mother) he is so lovely. I think I want to marry him  but I'm not in the story."

This was when I laughed out so loud forgetting my pets. All lost now, by the way, because of my inattention.

Little creature: "So she married the prince, blahh...blahh..
                      The end."

Then she ran off living me and my pets in misery.

May 7, 2014

Rainy May Poem

30 Day Snapshots # 25

One day in May

So thankful to you, rain,but my garden is well watered now.
  Everything's blooming, plants are growing
but really, I'd like to put my rain boots away.

Even my gals would love to have the visit of the sun
Please, please bbq with friends I'd like to have some fun.

Thank you, rain, but have a rest for a while
I do like you but for now be gone ;)

Here's to more sunny days for the month of May.

May 6, 2014

A week in a camper van and the moving canvas

 30 Day Snapshots # 24

The scenery would change every time and there was no dull moment in a camper van. You could not ignore them. Either you click your way from one scenery to another or merely seat there and enjoy the view. Either way, you'd be assured of the breathtaking view. It would feel like living in a moving canvas.

May 5, 2014

My hidden zen garden

30 Day Snapshots # 23
Walis tingting (broom stick)

Every morning, while growing up in a village we fondly called "Isla Berde", I would hear that familiar sound. The scratching noise of the sticks touching the ground along with my Grandmother's footsteps. Nevertheless, no one was spared in using the "walis ting-ting". When I was sturdy enough, it became my morning ritual. A right of passage just like when an eight year old girl started to cook rice over wood fire.
However, you wouldn't think that any grade schooler would love sweeping the front yard early in the morning. It was something I didn't like in the beginning but there was something about being alone outside and seeing the sun slowly appearing. Revealing  the whole Isla Berde with its tall trees and green surrounding.  And when you  survey everything, it looked like a zen garden. The dusty ground would have traces of tidy lines and footsteps. Seemingly well-raked yard and clutter free even for a while.
At present, holding my broomstick and looking at my frontyard, the little girl of Isla Berde came back. Sturdier this time, smiling and ready for the day.