Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Monday, June 29, 2009
How close was I to my mother?
Let me tell you a bit of my childhood. This story was related by my mother and my aunt who happened to be our nanny then. I can even remember it. I mean, the crying I did and the smell of my mother. I would cry profusely and uninterruptedly every time my mother was away (say, in company with my father for business trips in the provinces.) Father managed a family-owned shoe company for provinces in the South. Aunt would give me my mother's used house clothes and pillow to sniff. That, she did to pacify my little soul and put me to sleep. How fragrant and calming her smell was! I was at peace.
Why was I so close to Mama?
I was breastfed until I was weaned. Breastfeeding, truly, gives a mother and a child a strong soul connection. I read it somewhere that babies grow healthy once breastfed by mothers. But I am sickly. Family curse, again, determines one's future - unless curse is broken. So, when my mother died, I cried to the point I thought I would die. It was a delayed reaction. My body was trembling - every bit of my cell! I sat helplessly on the floor. I was calling out "Mama" in the wake in front of the coffin. "Only she could understand me!" - was my lamentation. "She will no longer come back!" - was the thought of my heart.
Was it about six years ago?
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 4:56 AM
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The sun is very angry, and I am here at the seawall. Who likes to walk under the heat of the sun for home? I am also waiting for the hour to fetch something for my sister. I have nowhere to else to go except here. I love it here. An hour has passed. The makeshift eatery serves as my waiting shed. An hour yet to go. Very happy to see "Amang" coming to me. He is a deaf-mute teen. I have compassion for him, and I love it to know that he likes me, too. We had "conversations." I tried to "listen" though I hardly understood him. I did this to let him feel he is loved despite his situation. I gave him a five-peso coin. He left to get some worms for fishing. I gave him P20 before, and it was the first time I gave him money. How happy he was! More happy than I expected! He bragged about it to his neighbors with all the hand signals. He's coming back! With the worms! He left again for home. He called my attention after a step or two and signaled he had to go. It is a good feeling!
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Friday, June 26, 2009
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 4:42 AM
Thursday, June 25, 2009
"There's still hope!" said the lily.
"Humility is our last hope."
"Humility is accepting the truth that we are proud."
"Humility is simply being true to God and to ourselves."
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 6:06 AM
Monday, June 22, 2009
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I met him before on the street. He was alone and wounded. His forehead was blood-tainted, swollen. Wheelchair was parked. He was resting. I thought, those near him were his companions. I merely passed by - but my heart was restless. I went back, I asked what happened. I fell from my wheelchair while crossing the street, he told me. He is a diabetic - with his right lower leg amputated. I wanted to help him - but I had no money. He said, I am OK. I am just resting from a fall. I rubbed his shoulder with my hand, and said I have to go. He thanked me. I could only pray.
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 6:05 AM
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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Monday, June 8, 2009
I thought the meaning of the vision was for me to write my own book. Or for me to run my own TV program.
But it never happened.
A book hardly fits in the description of the vision. A TV program is more likely because of the showing of credits at the end of each show - but those texts are never a literary piece.
So it can't be a TV.
Then came blogging.
Blogging perfectly suits the vision - the scrolling up of white texts, especially!
History says blogging (online diary) started in 1999. That was barely five years or so after my dream.
Was my dream vision prophetic to the now blogging medium?
I came to know about blogging only last year - nine years after its inception.
I was watching GMA-7's Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho ["With A Heart Like Yours, Jessica Soho"] one Saturday evening and one of the weekend program features was about blogging. Or about online writers earning bucks by blogging.
I felt a sudden surge in my spirit while watching the program, and I had a Eureka! feeling that blogging is it! That blogging is what my dream vision was all about.
I began last year exploring blogger.com to learn about the technicalities of blogging, and I haven't yet done learning.
I am starting one now (after many attempts to have my own that I can share to the world!) - this blog I titled As The Wind Blows.
Is As The Wind Blows the fulfillment of that dream vision Island City?
We are yet to see.
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 7:41 AM
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Beyond the great waters of blue was an island of green. My eyes were fixed on the island, but it seems I was not looking at the island. Around me were eyes of other races fixed on me.
Then, behind me, a block of white texts came scrolling up from below.
I read as it went up.
And as I read, I panted and I sighed as I grasped the essence of every line of the piece. I felt the warmth of the Hand of Love, holding the very core of my being.
And all of a sudden, I was caught up in the heavens.
And as the wind carried me to the heights, I saw the island below and an island beside it becoming as pebbles.
The sea rippled as the islands submerged like stones thrown into the sea.
And a word and another flashed on the scene one after the other. "Island," it read - and then, "city."
Posted by Gio C. Tijano at 7:24 AM