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It is a waste to ignore the musings of the mind.
  Writing is the communication of the writer's hopes and dreams. To write is to express the laughter, the tears, the joys of the heart. It is the writer's desire to communicate all his feelings and desires in her/her heart to a reader.
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October 22, 2014 at 12:03am
October 22, 2014 at 12:03am
Cruising
Years ago if someone suggested I take a cruise, my answer would be a definite NO!!! But as things go there are times we learn to change our attitude. And I did so when I went on a short cruise.

I took hold of myself and prepared things I may need should I get terribly sick onboard. I took with me prescription tablets as well as something I know would help me in any "sickening" situation: a bagful of ginger - the only item that helps me when I feel sick in a moving vessel.

As it happened, the four-day cruise to Alaska was great. I did not even feel sick at all - even when I felt a small movement of the ship as I toured and visited the different areas. I amazed myself.

Then, I went on another cruise that really gave me the "heaves". On our cruise out of New York to Canada, there was a big storm - and it rocked the ship. And that's when I swore again never to do another cruise.

It actually took another year or so for my husband to convince ma to go on another cruise. This time on a ship that is bigger and better equipped when a storm hits.

And I'm glad I took another cruise because sometime in the new year, I am off on another cruise to visit all the islands in the Hawaiian peninsula.

I am now a mariner of some sort!!!




October 12, 2014 at 4:25am
October 12, 2014 at 4:25am
Cruising Down the River
I was in a cruise recently. There was an incident that caught my interest. People who go on cruises are good eaters. They fill dining rooms almost every hour of the day, looking for food. There are those who hate vegetables. They look at the greens and make faces, as if the taste of the green, leafy, vegetables are poison. There are those who turn their nose on fried food. There are also people who are not satisfied with what they eat. They are forever complaining, either on how the food is cooked or uncooked or why the food is not served on time!!!!

Then, there are those who love nothing but beef. They would touch nothing but beef, no matter how palatable other meats are. Beef is good when it is uncooked, when blood is still dripping from the flesh. Beef is the food of the rich and therefore, one should only feast on beef.

Also, there are cruise-goers who only eat in the dining room upstairs, where they are served and pampered by waiters; and they don't have to line up to pick their food. The food is served to them. There are also people who think the cruise ship is a place where they can command the attention of waiters/room attendants. They don't bother to say "thank you" and "please".

Cruise ships are great but then comes the accidents. People forget to get back from excursions and miss the sailing time. The cruise ship stops at places where people leave the ship for about two/three hours to see and enjoy amenities on land, which means away from the ship for only a short time. They know the time the ship sails but some forget and they are left stranded on land!!!!

Cruising is great, if only everything is perfect!!!!!

October 12, 2014 at 3:49am
October 12, 2014 at 3:49am
A Work of Art
Writing is an art. It tells a story, paints a picture of the characters in the story, and gives meaning to the story.

A story is a recount of an idea that may have come from a dream, an event that happened, a thought that occurred in a flash. A story is written to tell the beginning of an idea, goes on to explain how the idea becomes alive, and finally completes the story by showing how the problem (in the idea) is solved.

A story is a painting when it shows the colorful life of the characters in the story, the dark side of the characters, the good side of the characters, and the unexpected solutions to the problems in the story.

A story gives meaning to the idea, expands the horizon of readers, allows readers to understand how the idea becomes reality, probably changes the opinion of readers as to the meaning of the story, and at some point, the story becomes a pleasure to read, an enjoyment in the purest sense.


September 18, 2014 at 1:55am
September 18, 2014 at 1:55am
The Way Home
I heard her today, again. She was in her room. Praying. Or just whispering, I supposed so I won't hear her.

"Please, Lord, let him come home to me; very soon before I die."

It was a plea, from a mother who had years of waiting, waiting for a son to return. She never wavered in her belief, that the son who said goodbye many years before to seek his fortune in the world, her son was ever going to come home. Her heart said he was alive - somewhere out there - and that he was ready to come home.

I tiptoed away from Mom's bedroom door. My heart was heavy because I had no more words of comfort for her. I'd exhausted every word in the dictionary to ease her pain. I'd helped her make contact with people who were expert in finding the lost. I'd read every newspaper, journal, text that was available, to support her in finding my brother.

All through my high school years, my college years, the years I spent developing my career in journalism - all through the past years I gave to Mom, years I should have enjoyed but years I devoted to comfort her and support her to find her son. I didn't consider them "lost years" because I loved her. I never complained; never said a word to discourage her. I prayed for her during all these past years - now that her life is fading away from her.

She'd lay in bed, staring and seeing only the shadowy image of her son. She'd forgotten how he looked, how old he was when he left. She'd go through all his letters, notes, and postcards - and loving birthday cards - and she'd cry her heart out. She always prayed. She never lost hope. She'd see the morning light with a smile and a bright hope - one day her son would knock on the door, and he'd give her a surprise. And there was going to be a big celebration, a thanksgiving party for the return of her son.

I heard her as she came out of her bedroom. The wrinkles on her face were like patterns of crossed lines, that hid the beauty that was Mom's in her young years. Her hair had thinned into fine lines of greys. Her steps were slow, like staggered stages of steps climbing a mountain. But her eyes were clear, glassy at times when she teared but her eyes were alert, bright, and expectant. There was hope in her eyes, a never-ending expectation that tomorrow is another day to pray for the return of a son.







September 1, 2014 at 3:02am
September 1, 2014 at 3:02am
What Is It That Makes Us Happy?
One of the things that makes us happy is a celebration of a birthday. We love to remember our birth date, the day we became a person.

When we are reminded that we were a mere "twinkle" in the eye of either our father or mother, we tend to think of ourselves as products of misconception. The joke, of course, is on us -- because we began as nothing more than an idea. There is nothing wrong about an idea because it is the beginning of a good thing.

Like being born as a girl or a boy, and growing up to be an adult! And going to school and learning all the goodness of the world, goodness we take and use to guide us to become -- as much as possible - a perfect human being.

In a normal world, we are led to believe in the goodness of the heart; in the kindness of action, and in the completion of a plan. We start with an idea and we progress into a plan of action. In order for the plan of action to be completed, we must learn to obey the rules of action, to adhere to guidelines that would eventually lead us to a satisfactory conclusion of the plan.

The idea of the "twinkle" in the eye then becomes a person, a human with a heart, an individual with a sense of correctness, a "twinkle" of love that becomes a birthday celebrant.

Who among us will say that celebrating one's birthday is not a happy occasion?

Not I, said the celebrant!!!


August 13, 2014 at 3:02am
August 13, 2014 at 3:02am
A Question of Worth
Today, the 12th of August, 2014, we learn of the death of Robin Williams. We are saddened because of the way he died -- he hanged himself.

We ask ourselves why? All the goodness, all the laughter he shared with others, all his life he shared with his family, all of these and more - what a waste! We question his action, hanging himself. It must have taken at least a number of minutes to die, to struggle for breath, to lose consciousness. Did Robin Williams commit suicide because he is crazy? Because only a crazed mind would go through a hanging.

We are sad because we are not quite sure why he killed himself. We hear of drugs, of alcoholism, of pain, of a life that is filled with struggle to keep sane. What is the purpose of all the laughter he shared with people? What is it that made him choose to end his life? Why? Why? Why?

It is such a cruel thing to do - not only to his family but a shameful act of betrayal to all of us who became his fans, and who adored him for his ability to make us laugh. We enjoyed him. We laughed with him. We shared the product of his mind. We loved him for what he was and not for what he became - a coward. Because killing himself was a most hideous act, a sure thing he had no talent at all, that what he was in life was nothing but a hypocrite, that he was a just a pretender, that he made us believe he was talented but in fact he was just a nobody pretending to be somebody.

Yes, we are saddened. We have been cheated. We have been looking up to someone we thought was a good person. We have been misled to adore him. We have been led to believe he was someone we could hold as a person whose intellect are worthy to be admired. We wasted our admiration and love to someone whose life was a waste!!!

Why Robin Williams? Did you think killing yourself would take away the bad taste in our mouth? Did you think it was clever to hang yourself so you can die? You are such a cruel individual. You made us believe you are good, you are the best among all those individuals in your field of work. Now it turns out you are a dummy, a mere pretender, a very sad person who is not worthy of admiration and love.

What a waste. Yes, Robin Williams, you are just a waste!!!!
July 17, 2014 at 12:31am
July 17, 2014 at 12:31am
Soccer Time
The days of soccer in Brazil are now finished. We look back and realize we have enjoyed ourselves so very much we actually forgot to watch other TV shows!!! It is worth it, though because we did not have to contend with "commercials", which we condemn as "pitiful, a waste of money, and really worthless".

The excitement of watching a game of soccer is something magical and far more enjoyable than a lousy commercial. With the technology we now enjoy, we are able to record shows we love, and eliminate the commercials altogether. Recording and forwarding are such encouraging rules that we use - just so we can get rid of commercials!!!

Take, for example, when we are watching a part of a show, and suddenly a commercials comes on, cutting off our vision of what happens when our interest is at a peak. Don't we hate that? Yes, we do. Commercials are there because the station says so; and no matter how we hate it, they are going to come up and spoil our interest in a show. But thank goodness we have an item we can push and get rid of commercials. We wonder. Do stations know their commercials are plain bothersome?

We were awfully glad, though, those commercials practically melted into nothing by just a flip of a botton!!!

In the meantime, let's have more soccer!!!
June 22, 2014 at 12:35am
June 22, 2014 at 12:35am
What Makes Us Selfish?
Today I am reminded of things that we sometimes forget: like telling your adult children you love them; like saying sorry when you've hurt someone's feeling; like doing something for someone who needs help; like loving someone.

What is it that makes us selfish? Are we born selfish? Did we acquire selfishness? Did we teach ourselves to be selfish? Are we by nature selfish?

What is it that makes us selfish? There is a story about a woman who admitted she was selfish. She said she needed to be selfish because her family was selfish, especially her mother. She realized early on her mother did not care for her at all - nor did she care for the rest of the family. All she cared for was her husband. She did not want him to love anyone else, not even the children, because she wanted his love all to herself. She did not want to share her husband with anybody else - most especially her children. Was that the ultimate of selfishness?

Is it wrong to be selfish? Let's look at this mother who loves her husband, and did not want to share her husband's love with her children. Was she wrong? Why did she not want to share her husband's love with her children? Why did she have children in the first place? Because her husband wanted children? But there is such a thing as contraception or a surgery that would remove her reproductive organs. Was she wrong to be selfish?

People have their own ideas of things, especially things that concern their feelings of love, hatred, pity, sympathy. If the daughter experienced the selfishness of her mother, do we condemn her for hating her mother? Do we conclude that one day when she does marry, that she will become like her mother?

Selfishness, what art are thou?





June 14, 2014 at 2:40am
June 14, 2014 at 2:40am
The Artist in the Writer
What is the role of the artist in the writer? What comes first, the artist or the writer?

If the artist has the stronger influence on the writer, does it mean the literary work comes as a picture or image of the thoughts of the writer? Let's see:

The artist would write a work that would represent her artistic nature, such as: the beauty of the daylilies that she visits daily in her garden influences her to write poetry, an artistic work that talks about love, heartbreak, tears, laughter, separation, revival, forgiveness. The poet is the artist who writes about the heart, about love's enduring influence, about the pain of separation, about the laughter in the joy of recapturing lost love, about forgiveness that resulted in misunderstanding. Such is art.

The writer as a nonfiction artist believes and uses words that are explanations of the way the object works. Let's look at a boomerang. What is a boomerang? It's a piece of wood that is carved into a half moon, that can fly when thrown upward. There is no art in the explanation, only words that give meaning to the article that is being described. Art is lost in nonfiction!

And so to the writers of today, take your art seriously and paper the world with all the artistic talent you have!!!


May 28, 2014 at 2:53am
May 28, 2014 at 2:53am
Small Acts of Kindness
I have read somewhere about people who are trying to change their attitude, and learning to do small acts of kindness.

I think it is admirable for people to perform acts of kindness. I believe it is possible to be kind, and to learn to change one's attitudes and thinking toward another.

Why, for example, would I forgive the person who brutally beats me because he wants my purse? From that moment on, my human feelings toward the thief are hatred, a consuming dislike to the point of either actually killing her/him or finding someone who would do her/him harm, to satisfy my hatred. How am I to do a small act of kindness to anyone who steals and do harm to another?

Yet, I read about people who are trying to do acts of kindness. How do they do it? I do admire them, praise them for thinking of and wanting to be kind. I cheer them for their good heart. I respect them because as humans I know it would be quite difficult for me to be kind if I am consumed with hatred.

So, if you are one of those who believe you can do an act of kindness, I salute you. May you continue your good effort; may you recruit others to do small acts of kindness, may you become successful in all your effort.

Blessings to you, whoever you are.







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