A Certain Place and Time

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This rustic sunset. I always watch for this sitting on the ledge of our front porch. While making this piece I felt a lump in my throat. Oh how I miss this view, and the house I’m standing on watching it. The house was the fruit of our hard work. Memories then flood my brain. All are bittersweet and wonderful memories.

We were still newlyweds, renting a tiny pad just for the two of us. I remember the times we were busy with the paper works in getting the lot mortgage. We have not yet decided to build a house right away. Then I became with a child. Nine months is still enough time so we started building our dream home. It was just a simple, indigenous house just as long as we have enough room for our coming child to play around. We were very hands on, especially my husband who has to check and supervise the people working on it, on top of having a full time job. It was not easy, and more so building a house did not come cheap. Well to make it short, the universe conspired to make everything happen. I then gave birth and after a couple months we finally moved into our dream home.

That house witnessed a lot of ups, downs and in betweens in our family life. Our son blew his first birthday candle on that front porch with our loved ones. And his second, third, fourth and fifth birthday candles as well as his many developmental milestones. It was also where my husband and I got to know each other more; our petty quarrels and misunderstandings, as well as the lazy afternoons when we just lay cozily in our living room building our dreams and talking about anything under the sun. The house itself was our achievement; building it from scratch to becoming a place where we truly felt secure. The walls heard my son’s baby screams and my off-key singing of lullabies. The moments we spent together  pulling weeds and sweeping the fallen Water Apple leaves from the garden. It was a natural exercise. The roof was even a sanctuary for birds evident with the white droppings they leave behind on our windows. There were a number of fruit bearing plants in our yard. I really miss just plucking lime fruits for my morning drink. The house saw many celebrations, holidays and gatherings with family and friends.

But it also saw how painful physical separation looks like. The house witnessed the tears and heartbreak when my husband left to work in another country. It saw how I would become the sole caretaker of the house, and the people living in it. I learned how to replace the drain pipe, fix ceiling fans, spend a whole day clearing the weeds, among all else. Being self-reliant is one thing positive from what seems like a negative situation.  The house witnessed how I panicked when my son cut his bleeding forehead after bumping on our kitchen counter or when he has a high fever in the dead of the night without someone to call upon. It witnessed my frustrations, fears, as well as my high hopes and trying-to-be- strong moments. But all those came to pass; our family got reunited for good after our family visa got approved. I learned a lot from the three years of raising my son singlehandedly, with my husband’s and our families’ moral support.

Guess this is the point of my writing piece, I have found my inner place because of the physical place where I have slowly developed my character and resilience. Overall those were great memories I will never get tired of replaying in my mind. It was full of love, sacrifice, independence, and happiness, the plus outweighing the minus. Though we still own the house, we already moved to a new place where we are starting a new set of memories; an entirely different environment, climate and culture. It is something I have to devote another entry on.

My entry on this week’s Discover Challenge

Finding Your Place

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Just another “Cause and Effect”

Children are educated by what the grown-up is, and not by his talk – Carl Jung

I think that every crime that happens in the world is committed by persons who are themselves victims. More or less, these people have known violence, abuse, neglect, and all other negative things during the early times in their lives. Thinking that avenging every misfortune they have and committing the same to others, they will mend the void but it only adds up to their sins, and only buries them further in the grave of complexity.

I have been hooked on watching a television series lately and I must say, the mind indeed is a very powerful thing; it can really make impossible things possible. An average mind can only think too much; geniuses are far more in tune with their instincts, and have really used up all the spaces inside this nutshell. The fate of the world will now depends on one thing: the intention of that person- whether he will use it for the good, or otherwise. Being good or bad is something that is not only learned intellect-wise, nor it is only read in the books. It is something that is learned through everyday experience, feelings are involved, and it is modeled, not just seen abstractly. In order for that sense of wrong or right to be fully absorbed in the person, it must start from when the human mind and soul is very raw and fresh. In other words, learning starts from the moment a baby is born, up until he has grown up. As the common knowledge say, learning is a lifelong process. Every experience is a teacher.

Which brings me to conclude that we should all be careful with what we say and act around children. Their young minds are like blank canvass, the  painting will result on what the painter will paint, plus the emotions attached to it. It will then have an effect on how they will turn out to be as adults, and will then have a say on how our world ends up.

Just thinking out loud after a two –day marathon of Criminal Minds Season 8.