I want first of all, to be at peace with myself.
I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life
that will enable me to carry out….obligations and activities as well as I can.
I want in fact – to borrow from the language of the Saints – to live “in grace”
as much of the time as possible.
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I must admit, the name of her husband Charles A. Lindbergh, Jr. was more familiar to me than she was. She was the first licensed woman glider pilot in the US. And I didn’t know that she writes until I encountered her inspirational and probably her best-known work, The Gift From The Sea, a small and hardbound volume which I enjoyed reading tremendously. It’s a book of essays which was first published in 1955. I was born a year after its publication and yet her book speaks for women of all ages – about life, love and marriage, peaceful solitude, and soul-searching. She writes with a poetic style that makes you savor every page because she is telling the world what you can’t verbalize yourself, that sort that gets into you and you can relate to it like it was your story too. And you wish that you would be brave enough to do the same, just waiting, waiting for a gift from the sea.
Oh my goodness, I was busy keeping my main site updated that I clearly forgot to visit this blog for quite a while. Shame on me.
I miss those times we used to go on road trips and discover places. I miss those days just driving around and seeing those beautiful and lovely views of the countryside. Since I got sick, my immunity has become a little low that I was afraid to go out in far places with so many people. I only go the malls when we do some grocery shopping and when I need to buy something for the family and for my grandson. I have to always wear a face mask when I go out because of pollution outside.
I miss places like this, rice fields as far as the eyes can see. It’s like a glimpse of heaven.
These flowers used to be permanent fixtures in my small garden. I had the lone shrub for years and it produces such lovely white flowers every year. Some months ago, the leaves slowly turned yellow then they dried up to brittle brown ones. This afternoon, my son and I decided to finally put it to rest so what is left now is a small stump of the trunk.
My gardenia is gone. All I have left are random photos of its flowers. Funny but I still could smell their heady scents from here.
I have always been fascinated by the different colors of greens in our small garden. I sometimes make it a point to take some shot of them when they are at their best. It’s been a while though since I took photos, my camera is not working well. I rely on my camera phone and tab for quick shots. Here are some foliage shots I took over the years.
Every tip is colored orange when the leaf is young. I so love this. You can shape Eugenia anything you want.
San Francisco comes in a variety of colors and shapes. They are easy to propagate shrubs but you need to trim them so they won’t grow too tall.
I have this for quite sometime and I am still waiting for it to produce those lovely fruits to no avail.
I forgot the name of this water plant. It grows as vine and so easy to propagate. You can even use it inside for vases.
This belongs to the family of those Taro plants you commonly see in gardens.
One of the best places we visited in our road trips is Regina RICA in Tanay, Rizal. It is a place of prayer and worship and that 71-foot tall image of Mama Mary is one sure attraction of the place.
I love going on road trips. One learns a lot of things when one visits religious sites like this. Aside from the peace and quiet that it brings, it makes you think of your Maker and the wonderful life you have. Life is precious and it is more felt in those places where the lush green of the countryside abounds.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has
given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.
~Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899
Every time I see cloud formations like these, I am reminded of this wonderful quote from Rabindranath Tagore:
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Then I begin to sing;
♫♪♫♪See the clouds adrift so far below
Ever changing as they come and go;
Makes me wonder why I’m up so high
When really I am down so low
Of all the wonders I was one allowed
I think that I would always choose a cloud,
Always bring my feelings right out loud,
Whether I’m ashamed or proud.♪♫♫♫
It makes me wonder what life is all about. Took this shot in front of our house. You can view it in large format.
What could be more inspiring than waking up to the morning seeing nature at its best? Then you wish life could be this simple – seeing the beauty of a water droplet and deeper thoughts come to mind. And there is silence all around.
I love the freshness of an early morning after the rain. Although I hate the heavy downpour, it is always amazing to see greens all around. The tears of heaven cleanse the soul and it wash away the pain of feeling sad and alone.