A Certain Place and Time


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


This is my Life

In response to the daily prompt:

This Is Your Life

As we journey in this life, part of it are the setbacks which more often than not, conditions our mind and feelings, and that makes us feel bad about ourselves. I for one,have encountered countless failures, be it trivial or a major life defining decision.Yet, there are times I felt my decisions were wrong. This is where the question comes in: would I want to know everything that will happen in my life, so as to avoid those blunders?

For me, it is a no. The element of surprise will not be there anymore. And its both a blessing and a curse, should I say. A curse, since we cannot avoid feeling fear, despair, anxiety. It can cause strained relationships, broken dreams, and lost self-confidence in the context of our human limitations. But it is a blessing, since I consider praying a form of communing with God, and in praying, it means entrusting all my hopes and desires to Him. I strongly believe in miracles, and have been a witness to it a number of times already. I call it Faith. Although there are times that something negative is imminent, still I turn to my faith in a strong hope that everything will turn out the best. A blessing, because in not knowing what will happen, we become submissive, and rely not on our human limits. SDC10059

Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs

In answer to the Daily Prompt, what life would be without a computer?

I never really got to operate an actual computer before I finished high school. I was given a crash course in basic computer operation during the summer break, but I think it really did not sink in my mind. All I did anyway was studying the typing tutor. We just bought a surplus computer just a year prior from the Y2K, a Pentium 1 when the latest would be a Pentium 4. It was during the time when carrying floppy disks was perceived as cool, but one accidental drop and poof!.files get corrupted. Better rely on the good ol’ typewriter for that.

I just wrote a trackback of my first moments with a computer. I am in the memory lane when my world was not yet invaded by technology. I was still very young that time, and I did spend my childhood mostly outside exploring the things around. Certainly, life was very simple, uncomplicated and easy. At least in a child’s point of view.

Now, I cannot imagine life if all the computers in the world will suddenly vanish. Not just computers, we will include the smartphones, tablets and all gadgets computer-related. Especially for me, our communication with my husband depends on computers. We live on different continents with different time zones, and technology is really the one that kept us close. There is no way for me to give up my online habit. Even if we will be living  with him in the future, still computers have a big role in keeping my ties with the rest of our families. That is just the sole reason for holding on to my computer. But then again if all my loved ones are just around, maybe that will be the time I can live without a computer.

Emerald Park, Regina, SK. Where my heart is.
Emerald Park, Regina, SK.
Where my heart is.

Resting on Our Laurels

A certain warrior received a medal for each battle he won.

His friends admired his courage and the women adored his charisma.

After some years the medals were so numerous that they covered his whole uniform.

One afternoon, in the middle of a difficult combat, the warrior was almost hit by his enemy’s sword.

“I have always been the best, and today I nearly lost,” thought the warrior.

But immediately he realized what the problem was: the weight of the medals prevented him from fighting with agility.

He tossed the tunic of his uniform to the ground, returned to the battle field, and defeated his enemies.

“Victory can give me confidence, but it must not become a weight to be carried.”

Story from Paulo Coelho’s blog.


I find this short story a fitting metaphor for us people who are satisfied with our achievements, and do not make further action to move on to something new to improve ourselves. Sometimes we tend to be overwhelmed with what we have at present, our laurels so to speak.  I, for one have gone through such experience with myself and have seen people close to me being swallowed with the pride of having so much to boast of in their life and career. Resting on these temporary glory narrows the mind thereby preventing it from  absorbing new knowledge.

We might not realize the impact of that complacency but it will then slowly drag us down, too late to realize that we have been basking on the glory that has-been. Waking up one day and seeing that the times have changed, with us being left behind.