(Somewhere along the way, as we journey through our roles as obedient daughter, dutiful wife and doting mother, we somehow lose ourselves and forget who we are. Eventually we need to pause to reflect and embrace ourselves once again. Here goes... )
Listen to your heart
in moment’s stillness
when passions have melted
in the dead of winter
turning them into ice
leaving dreams frozen
Rekindle the flames that
once burned in your heart
furiously leaping out from
the windows of your eyes
burning your body
with a raging fever
calling you in its warm embrace
Turn back now to your
inner most desires
Just listen to your heart
and follow what it tells you
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
The Way
(As I continue to discover myself, I have also embarked on a spiritual journey to lead me to a higher purpose. And for this, there is no other way but to seek God’s guidance. This is my prayer.)
Lead me to my path
only You can truly see
the beginning of any situation
Take me back to where I began
show me every step that I have taken
green pastures I sometimes tread
dark tunnels I should have left
Make me understand clearly
mistakes that I have made
Now I am lost, not knowing where to go
Show me what direction to take
Light my path as I follow You
in preparing me for the next step
Let not fear overwhelm me
Let me see opportunities amidst
life’s mountain of difficulties
Give me strength to overcome my weakness
Grant me patience, open my mind
so that I may understand
why You brought me here
Lead me to my path
only You can truly see
the ending of any situation
Lead me to my path
only You can truly see
the beginning of any situation
Take me back to where I began
show me every step that I have taken
green pastures I sometimes tread
dark tunnels I should have left
Make me understand clearly
mistakes that I have made
Now I am lost, not knowing where to go
Show me what direction to take
Light my path as I follow You
in preparing me for the next step
Let not fear overwhelm me
Let me see opportunities amidst
life’s mountain of difficulties
Give me strength to overcome my weakness
Grant me patience, open my mind
so that I may understand
why You brought me here
Lead me to my path
only You can truly see
the ending of any situation
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
All Aboard!
I was recently introduced to the hassle free travel experience of going on a cruise. In today’s world where terrorist threats abound, cruising presents itself as a more attractive way of traveling, skirting the inconvenience of very tight airport security checks. Much to my amazement, it was a truly enjoyable and memorable experience.
There it was standing, actually more likely floating before me, the colossal “Freedom of the Seas”, the world’s newest and largest ship commissioned by the Royal Carribean, one wonders how it stays adrift. While I had the impression that a cruise was mostly enjoyed by senior citizens who do not want to be bothered with hotel and luggage transfers, I was surprised to see entire families with toddlers and infants in tow waiting for their turn for that one time check-in. Wide smiles flashed as cameras popped capturing the excitement of each passenger.
DAY 1: ALL ABOARD! The ship sets sail.
I was so impressed by the grandeur of the ship, I panicked at the thought of the sinking of the Titanic! “Where would I go if anything happened?” I thought to myself. But of course, as a standard operating procedure, we were all asked to don our life vests found in our very well appointed cabins and proceed to the designated area marked on the vests for the emergency briefing. It was only after then that my fear subsided.
We had our first sampling of the endless eat-all-you-can buffet meals… the all American burgers and hotdogs, Italian pasta and pizza, Asian noodles and various Continental dishes. While everyone else seemed to enjoy their mountains of food on serving trays instead of dining plates, for someone who has a highly discriminating palate, I thought the food, although it looked appetizing was actually very bland. VERDICT: Not worth the calories and every ounce of fat threatening to settle in one’s already bulging belly!
Nonetheless, just with the sight of the food waiting to be devoured, I decided to look for the gym and check out what they had to offer… hmmm, every physical fitness activity I engage in was offered, from pilates to yoga. They even had a boxing ring! But for my mother who at, sssshhhhhh… I mustn’t reveal her age, is still very vain, the services offered at the beauty salon were more appealing to her.
A parade down the Royal Promenade welcomed us to usher the beginning of a fun-filled cruise. It reminded me once again of Disneyland, where one had to wait way ahead of schedule just to get a good glimpse.
In the evening, we had our first taste of our superb gourmet dinner, every single dish to die for, something I looked forward to every night. And with that, I decided to forego the buffet meals during the day and settle for the weight watcher’s tried and tested fruit platter. If I were to gain a few inches around my waist, might as well be worth all the calories. We were to be seated with a Canadian based Chinese family every night, one of the daughters taking a shot of every single dish served to her.
“Are you taking a culinary course?” my sister couldn't help but ask.
"Oh no, just for posterity reasons." she replied with a smile.
Aside from the gastronomic delights, we were introduced to a highly professional brand of service provided by our friendly staff composed of the head waiter, who I can only remember for the proverbial smile accompanied by the wink of an eye, our Turkish waiter named Yaman and our assistant waiter, a very young, pleasant and attentive Filipino named Jerome. "Why can’t we have this kind of service back home?" I wondered.
“Huwag ka munang mag-girlfriend ha!” my mother would tell him.
“Opo Mommy!” he answered with a smile.
Obviously missing his own mother, he attended to mine like his own, and engaged each other in warm and friendly conversation.
We would retreat to our cabin each night to be greeted by the most unusual towel origamis of animal shapes, sometimes even using one of our own accessories. Imagine a monkey hanging from the ceiling wearing your very own sunglasses. How creative can that be!
DAY 2: AT SEA
With the sun’s intense heat threatening to sear my body had I laid down on the lounge chairs, to my delight I was surprised to discover the walking/jogging path around the ship’s deck. As usual, I slathered my body with a sunscreen, stuck my ipod earphones and started working up a lovely tan while I walked with a slight breeze gently blowing on my face.
I continued to explore the ship, making a mental note of the activities I wanted to engage in and where I can get an ice cream cone to cool off when the heat became unbearable. Surprisingly, every food item on the ship was free except for bottled water. But hey, you gotta stay hydrated so that was practically the only item I paid for.
Wall climbing on a ship? Of course I had to do this… one, two, three times, each climb getting more difficult, my knees starting to tremble, my fingers slipping with sweat until I could no longer hold on to the hand grips, sending me flying on my harness before I threw in the towel.
Drained of my energy, I grabbed a taste of some very yummy raisin cookies at the café, instantly turning it into my comfort food. My mother loved it too, the following day she just had to have more of it.
“How many of those cookies can you give me?” she asked.
“I can give you the whole tray if you want!” the reply came.
She settled for six pieces and that was to be the start of her love affair with the mouth watering cookie.
I was told that for every cruise there was to be a Captain’s Gala Dinner. Well, tonight’s the night and it was my chance to get all dolled up hoping to catch someone’s attention!? I was hoping it would be some kind of a Love Boat. Tough luck! Anyway, we watched “Marquee” the very first of the shows lined up for the entire duration of the cruise, all grand productions it was like Las Vegas at sea.
DAY 3: COZUMEL, MEXICO
Wanting a mix of land and sea, today we opted for a tour to mainland Mexico, arriving at the Playa del Carmen after a 45 minute ferry ride. Walking past the Tulum Mayan Ruins under the intense heat was not very pleasant, sending us back to the comfort of our airconditioned bus where a boxed lunch awaited us. Whew! Little did we know that our next stop would be an ocean park. Although now weary, we again hiked up the trail getting lost in the process, frantically looking for directional signs and hoping not to be left by the bus lest we get left behind by the ship and there goes the rest of our cruise! We were now gasping for air as we took bigger strides. We finally made it just in time!
Tonight’s highlight: “Now You See It”, a magic illusion show, a casual Venetian Feast and Dancin’ Through the Decades 50’s – 70’s night. Imagine the biggest 70’s disco party at the Royal Promenade, dancing to your favorite beat while sipping frozen Mojitos.
DAY 4: GEORGETOWN, GRAND CAYMAN
While my mother stayed on board, we all went on a snorkeling expedition and got to do something we only imagined in our dreams… swimming with stingrays! My mother was apprehensive letting me go lest I get knocked out by the whip of its tail! But we just have to let go of our fears, take every opportunity that presents itself only once in a lifetime and have no regrets. The truth is, I actually freaked out I went on board right away. The coral reefs left us disappointed, with the effects of global warming turning once colorful corals into brown. What a waste!
A barbecue lunch awaited us at the Beach Club Colony Resort and after some relaxing moments sipping a drink called “Sex on the Beach”... hmmmmm sounds kinky!... we hied off to get a taste of the very popular Tortuga flavored rum cake before heading back to the ship.
Tonight’s highlight: “Freedom-Ice.Com”, a spectacular ice skating show, a casual Surf Dinner and Surfing Under the Stars Dance Party.
DAY 5: MONTEGO BAY, JAMAICA
Another day on land. Driving past a landscape not too different from our own didn’t leave any impression on us but I was touched by the children at a pre-school with even less resources than the school where I myself teach. Wearing a wide brimmed hat purchased in Cayman Islands the previous day, my sister teased me saying I looked like Princess Diana, while pictures were being taken of me surrounded by the children.
I was only too happy to select the plantation tour as it gave me a taste of everything Jamaican while listening to reggae music. We sampled their variety of fruits again not different from ours, the real jerk pork, pina colada with their special rum and of course, the Blue Mountain coffee. Served with coconut milk and brown sugar, it was the best coffee I ever tasted. On top of that we had the most knowledgeable tour guide.
Tonight’s highlight: A repeat of the ice skating show which gave us room to rest and get dolled up again for another formal Crown & Anchor Dinner.
DAY 6: LABADEE, HAITI
Another day not just on any island, but a private island owned by the Royal Carribean making it exclusive only to their guests. An island playground, it was a day just for discovery and simply romping around. Riding a jet boat at 1000 km per hour in the morning felt like having our skin pulled away from our faces wondering if it will go back to its shape. In contrast to the high speed, we rowed ourselves in kayaks around the island with the afternoon winds posing quite a challenge to our perceived strength.
“We have slightly gusty winds out there today.” Our guide announced. “If you think you can’t make it back to shore you might as well stay.”
“Okay, right, left, right, left” I shouted to my sister behind me… trying to stay in a straight line… “left, left, left, right, right, right” as we huffed and puffed against the wind. Back on shore our muscles ached.
Tonight’s highlight: “Once Upon a Time Production Show”, very avante garde and highly entertaining, a casual Chef’s Dinner and an 80s dance party.
Also featured was a Culinary Gala Sensation, a feast to the eye of butter, ice and fruit sculptures, and a mix of cocktails and sinful desserts. Did I see caviar there? The buffet was opened for consumption at midnight and having no companion as my family was fast asleep didn’t stop me from feasting on those black fish roe popping in my mouth as I savoured every mouthful mixed with onion and eggs on freshly baked hard rolls. Heavenly!
On this very night I also had a chance to have a photo taken with the Executive Chef who gladly signed the only souvenir I got, a cookbook containing all the recipes of the glorious food served at dinner. Can't wait to prepare them myself.
DAY 7: AT SEA
Our cruise was ending now and it was time to relax, do some shopping on board and enjoy the rest of the ship. More room for raisin cookies, anyone?
Tonight’s Highlight: “Farewell Variety Show”, a casual Feast of Nations Dinner and a Farewell Dance Party.
It was time to pack away for the evening collection of our luggage. With everything perfectly organized and color coded luggage tags provided, I was amazed at the efficient operations and management of such a large ship.
As we disembarked the following morning, the porter asked me if this was my first cruise. Indeed it was and he said to me “This is your first cruise and on the newest and largest one at that. Anything after this will be unsatisfactory”. Yes, I believe him. Now it’s time for me to introduce my children to a fun way of traveling… cruising. I would surely love to do it again.
There it was standing, actually more likely floating before me, the colossal “Freedom of the Seas”, the world’s newest and largest ship commissioned by the Royal Carribean, one wonders how it stays adrift. While I had the impression that a cruise was mostly enjoyed by senior citizens who do not want to be bothered with hotel and luggage transfers, I was surprised to see entire families with toddlers and infants in tow waiting for their turn for that one time check-in. Wide smiles flashed as cameras popped capturing the excitement of each passenger.
DAY 1: ALL ABOARD! The ship sets sail.
I was so impressed by the grandeur of the ship, I panicked at the thought of the sinking of the Titanic! “Where would I go if anything happened?” I thought to myself. But of course, as a standard operating procedure, we were all asked to don our life vests found in our very well appointed cabins and proceed to the designated area marked on the vests for the emergency briefing. It was only after then that my fear subsided.
We had our first sampling of the endless eat-all-you-can buffet meals… the all American burgers and hotdogs, Italian pasta and pizza, Asian noodles and various Continental dishes. While everyone else seemed to enjoy their mountains of food on serving trays instead of dining plates, for someone who has a highly discriminating palate, I thought the food, although it looked appetizing was actually very bland. VERDICT: Not worth the calories and every ounce of fat threatening to settle in one’s already bulging belly!
Nonetheless, just with the sight of the food waiting to be devoured, I decided to look for the gym and check out what they had to offer… hmmm, every physical fitness activity I engage in was offered, from pilates to yoga. They even had a boxing ring! But for my mother who at, sssshhhhhh… I mustn’t reveal her age, is still very vain, the services offered at the beauty salon were more appealing to her.
A parade down the Royal Promenade welcomed us to usher the beginning of a fun-filled cruise. It reminded me once again of Disneyland, where one had to wait way ahead of schedule just to get a good glimpse.
In the evening, we had our first taste of our superb gourmet dinner, every single dish to die for, something I looked forward to every night. And with that, I decided to forego the buffet meals during the day and settle for the weight watcher’s tried and tested fruit platter. If I were to gain a few inches around my waist, might as well be worth all the calories. We were to be seated with a Canadian based Chinese family every night, one of the daughters taking a shot of every single dish served to her.
“Are you taking a culinary course?” my sister couldn't help but ask.
"Oh no, just for posterity reasons." she replied with a smile.
Aside from the gastronomic delights, we were introduced to a highly professional brand of service provided by our friendly staff composed of the head waiter, who I can only remember for the proverbial smile accompanied by the wink of an eye, our Turkish waiter named Yaman and our assistant waiter, a very young, pleasant and attentive Filipino named Jerome. "Why can’t we have this kind of service back home?" I wondered.
“Huwag ka munang mag-girlfriend ha!” my mother would tell him.
“Opo Mommy!” he answered with a smile.
Obviously missing his own mother, he attended to mine like his own, and engaged each other in warm and friendly conversation.
We would retreat to our cabin each night to be greeted by the most unusual towel origamis of animal shapes, sometimes even using one of our own accessories. Imagine a monkey hanging from the ceiling wearing your very own sunglasses. How creative can that be!
DAY 2: AT SEA
With the sun’s intense heat threatening to sear my body had I laid down on the lounge chairs, to my delight I was surprised to discover the walking/jogging path around the ship’s deck. As usual, I slathered my body with a sunscreen, stuck my ipod earphones and started working up a lovely tan while I walked with a slight breeze gently blowing on my face.
I continued to explore the ship, making a mental note of the activities I wanted to engage in and where I can get an ice cream cone to cool off when the heat became unbearable. Surprisingly, every food item on the ship was free except for bottled water. But hey, you gotta stay hydrated so that was practically the only item I paid for.
Wall climbing on a ship? Of course I had to do this… one, two, three times, each climb getting more difficult, my knees starting to tremble, my fingers slipping with sweat until I could no longer hold on to the hand grips, sending me flying on my harness before I threw in the towel.
Drained of my energy, I grabbed a taste of some very yummy raisin cookies at the café, instantly turning it into my comfort food. My mother loved it too, the following day she just had to have more of it.
“How many of those cookies can you give me?” she asked.
“I can give you the whole tray if you want!” the reply came.
She settled for six pieces and that was to be the start of her love affair with the mouth watering cookie.
I was told that for every cruise there was to be a Captain’s Gala Dinner. Well, tonight’s the night and it was my chance to get all dolled up hoping to catch someone’s attention!? I was hoping it would be some kind of a Love Boat. Tough luck! Anyway, we watched “Marquee” the very first of the shows lined up for the entire duration of the cruise, all grand productions it was like Las Vegas at sea.
DAY 3: COZUMEL, MEXICO
Wanting a mix of land and sea, today we opted for a tour to mainland Mexico, arriving at the Playa del Carmen after a 45 minute ferry ride. Walking past the Tulum Mayan Ruins under the intense heat was not very pleasant, sending us back to the comfort of our airconditioned bus where a boxed lunch awaited us. Whew! Little did we know that our next stop would be an ocean park. Although now weary, we again hiked up the trail getting lost in the process, frantically looking for directional signs and hoping not to be left by the bus lest we get left behind by the ship and there goes the rest of our cruise! We were now gasping for air as we took bigger strides. We finally made it just in time!
Tonight’s highlight: “Now You See It”, a magic illusion show, a casual Venetian Feast and Dancin’ Through the Decades 50’s – 70’s night. Imagine the biggest 70’s disco party at the Royal Promenade, dancing to your favorite beat while sipping frozen Mojitos.
DAY 4: GEORGETOWN, GRAND CAYMAN
While my mother stayed on board, we all went on a snorkeling expedition and got to do something we only imagined in our dreams… swimming with stingrays! My mother was apprehensive letting me go lest I get knocked out by the whip of its tail! But we just have to let go of our fears, take every opportunity that presents itself only once in a lifetime and have no regrets. The truth is, I actually freaked out I went on board right away. The coral reefs left us disappointed, with the effects of global warming turning once colorful corals into brown. What a waste!
A barbecue lunch awaited us at the Beach Club Colony Resort and after some relaxing moments sipping a drink called “Sex on the Beach”... hmmmmm sounds kinky!... we hied off to get a taste of the very popular Tortuga flavored rum cake before heading back to the ship.
Tonight’s highlight: “Freedom-Ice.Com”, a spectacular ice skating show, a casual Surf Dinner and Surfing Under the Stars Dance Party.
DAY 5: MONTEGO BAY, JAMAICA
Another day on land. Driving past a landscape not too different from our own didn’t leave any impression on us but I was touched by the children at a pre-school with even less resources than the school where I myself teach. Wearing a wide brimmed hat purchased in Cayman Islands the previous day, my sister teased me saying I looked like Princess Diana, while pictures were being taken of me surrounded by the children.
I was only too happy to select the plantation tour as it gave me a taste of everything Jamaican while listening to reggae music. We sampled their variety of fruits again not different from ours, the real jerk pork, pina colada with their special rum and of course, the Blue Mountain coffee. Served with coconut milk and brown sugar, it was the best coffee I ever tasted. On top of that we had the most knowledgeable tour guide.
Tonight’s highlight: A repeat of the ice skating show which gave us room to rest and get dolled up again for another formal Crown & Anchor Dinner.
DAY 6: LABADEE, HAITI
Another day not just on any island, but a private island owned by the Royal Carribean making it exclusive only to their guests. An island playground, it was a day just for discovery and simply romping around. Riding a jet boat at 1000 km per hour in the morning felt like having our skin pulled away from our faces wondering if it will go back to its shape. In contrast to the high speed, we rowed ourselves in kayaks around the island with the afternoon winds posing quite a challenge to our perceived strength.
“We have slightly gusty winds out there today.” Our guide announced. “If you think you can’t make it back to shore you might as well stay.”
“Okay, right, left, right, left” I shouted to my sister behind me… trying to stay in a straight line… “left, left, left, right, right, right” as we huffed and puffed against the wind. Back on shore our muscles ached.
Tonight’s highlight: “Once Upon a Time Production Show”, very avante garde and highly entertaining, a casual Chef’s Dinner and an 80s dance party.
Also featured was a Culinary Gala Sensation, a feast to the eye of butter, ice and fruit sculptures, and a mix of cocktails and sinful desserts. Did I see caviar there? The buffet was opened for consumption at midnight and having no companion as my family was fast asleep didn’t stop me from feasting on those black fish roe popping in my mouth as I savoured every mouthful mixed with onion and eggs on freshly baked hard rolls. Heavenly!
On this very night I also had a chance to have a photo taken with the Executive Chef who gladly signed the only souvenir I got, a cookbook containing all the recipes of the glorious food served at dinner. Can't wait to prepare them myself.
DAY 7: AT SEA
Our cruise was ending now and it was time to relax, do some shopping on board and enjoy the rest of the ship. More room for raisin cookies, anyone?
Tonight’s Highlight: “Farewell Variety Show”, a casual Feast of Nations Dinner and a Farewell Dance Party.
It was time to pack away for the evening collection of our luggage. With everything perfectly organized and color coded luggage tags provided, I was amazed at the efficient operations and management of such a large ship.
As we disembarked the following morning, the porter asked me if this was my first cruise. Indeed it was and he said to me “This is your first cruise and on the newest and largest one at that. Anything after this will be unsatisfactory”. Yes, I believe him. Now it’s time for me to introduce my children to a fun way of traveling… cruising. I would surely love to do it again.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Romancing the Tree
Sometime in January last year, I decided to attend a one day writing/psychology workshop entitled "Romancing the Tree". Not knowing what to expect, I just wanted to do something new, something different, something that might bring out the creativity in me, albeit in another form or medium. I tremendously enjoyed the workshop and unexpectedly, it was to be the beginning of my new found joy in creative writing.
Now try to picture my drawing of a tree...
"Today I was asked to draw a tree, to me a symbol of life, ever changing, constantly evolving, beautiful. With a foundation strongly anchored on its roots I have experienced the different colors of life as the leaves have turned to green as a child and young adult, to oranges and yellows in the present. As the wind begins to blow I now enter another stage in my life. I am now discovering myself, choosing to be just me, shedding off the leaves that have turned brown. And as I discover more of myself, I'm beginning to feel that life is indeed beautiful."
Now try to picture my drawing of a tree...
"Today I was asked to draw a tree, to me a symbol of life, ever changing, constantly evolving, beautiful. With a foundation strongly anchored on its roots I have experienced the different colors of life as the leaves have turned to green as a child and young adult, to oranges and yellows in the present. As the wind begins to blow I now enter another stage in my life. I am now discovering myself, choosing to be just me, shedding off the leaves that have turned brown. And as I discover more of myself, I'm beginning to feel that life is indeed beautiful."
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Over the Hill?
I just turned 47. As customary, we celebrate milestones in our lives. Not to be bypassed is the 1st birthday when we’re actually either asleep all throughout the party or “Waaahhh!”, screaming at the top of our lungs over our fear of clowns, magicians or mascots who are actually supposed to amuse us. The other years that clearly mark the stages in our lives may or may not be celebrated. For us women these are:
the 7th , the age of reason…
“Look mom, I can fly!” she says as her mother frantically runs to her in anticipation to catch her fall as she swings so high she can actually take a 360 degree turn round the pole! “Whew!”
the 13th, the start of our tumultuous years…
“Mom, can I go my friend’s party?”, she bravely asks her mother one day.
“What’s the occasion?... Who will be there?... Will there be boys?”
One has to answer a barrage of questions careful not to agitate her mother and merit her most wanted permission.
the 18th, the debutante’s coming out party…
“Mom, do I really have to do this?” Unlike before, girls have taken a liking to choosing a special gift instead or perhaps celebrating for a cause.
the 40th , is it over the hill or the new 30s?...
“Gosh! I’m getting wrinkles on my face!” We have no right to be a woman if we’re not vain, right? But with the varied supply of miracle creams now available to slather on our faces, we can actually look like we are just in our 30s. And with a body to boot, hey don’t we look great!
the 50th , the year of the golden girls…
“What is it like to be married, Grandma?”
“Staying and loving in a marriage is actually a decision we make, dear.” Once we reach this age we get to share our wisdom with whoever cares to learn from us, most especially our grandchildren.
Days before my birthday, I was contemplating on whether or not to celebrate. It was just a few days before my scheduled Carribean cruise and I was afraid that it might be too stressful for me to plan a party. Nevertheless I decided to host a special dinner for friends and family. Little did I realize that I invited a chosen few girl friends and family until the responses came in through my phone saying “Thank you for making me feel special, I will definitely be there.” Then I remembered a message sent to me before saying “Your girl friends will always be there, without them you will never ever be the same.” How true this was for me.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be one of my most memorable birthdays as I truly enjoyed preparing every special dish, designing and supervising table settings, selecting the drink of the night introduced by my twin celebrant, getting everyone to chug a shot of Mandarin vodka, then biting into an orange slice drizzled with brown sugar and cinnamon… yum! And after having a few drinks, my dear friend managed to get everyone on their feet dancing the night away. “The last time I had this much fun was back in high school!” another friend exclaimed. What a party that was!
As I told my twin's husband the following day that we should celebrate again next year with her girl friends too, he reminded me that life’s too short, why wait another year? Every single day is reason to celebrate.
Well, I turned 47. It is clearly not a milestone but it was certainly a celebration of life, of friendships made and sealed, amid laughter and tears, throughout the years. I am certainly not over the hill. On the other hand, I am just beginning a new journey.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Morning pages
Thanks to my brother-in-law, Ernie, I just discovered a fun way of doing my morning pages. You see, I am now reading The Artist's Way, A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity and one of the things we have to do is write a 3 page entry in a journal about anything and everything that's in one's mind... silly, mundane, thought provoking, intellectual, spiritual... anything that matters to nourish one's soul. So forget the right brain, just let anything flow from the left brain as I was taught in my writing workshop. I once thought it would be good to improve one's writing skills by attending the advanced writing workshop but what the heck!... this is more fun. I can write about anything I want to, no pressure finishing assigned writings, dealing instead with the more personal issues one faces as we wake up each morning. So, here goes... it will not be daily as I don't want to risk it being a chore, only when I feel like. The journey begins...
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