Today, I am extremely grateful for my new friend, Danielle.
I’ve only known her for three days but it sure feels like I’ve known her for three decades.
I have so many things to say and write about this young, beautiful, South African hipster but I will hold off for now for reasons only known to me.
Let’s just say the stories we have already shared involve a flight, chocolate covered almonds, an airport snafu, a Frenchman who needed our help, a baked doctor, a smashed camera, a kind Italian man who could speak French, an ambulance, her awesome project, the stories we create in our heads, a fantastic meal, an enlightening conversation, Oprah and surrendering.
The past three days have been eventful, that’s for sure, and this week would not have ended as phenomenally if I had not met her.
In the meantime, the one important thing you must know about her is that she is the CEO and creative director of the 11 eleven project; a project committed to making the world a better place. Please take some time to check it out and register.
Thanks for making us meet, G.
We were exactly where we needed to be and it makes complete sense to me why you made it happen.
grateful slice: connections that change our lives forever
In the binary opposition of dark and light, darkness doesn’t always mean hopelessness, debauchery, or evil. On the contrary, there’s a lot of beauty to be found in shadows.
grateful slice: good timing and G’s gorgeous creations
first photo taken in Boracay, 2008 with a Canon Digital Ixus 750
second photo taken in Dumaguete, 2010 with a Nikon D90 and a polarized lens
Two months ago, I had to make a clear-cut but very difficult decision.
Two very special people (actually, special is an understatement) were getting married off shore (Coron, Palawan) and I had already RSVPed that I would be there, booked a flight and confirmed accommodations. I knew, because I have the DNA of a hopeless romantic, that it would be a once in a lifetime wedding for the books (insert: all cliches on love) and I did not want to miss it for the world. These two people, on their own were stellar but together, and finding each other — what a truly heaven inspired union.
Carlo and I go way back. Back to times we are now mature enough to want to remember (Antioch, Literature classes in La Salle, exes Drama, bad poetry, et al) and laugh about. I am really proud of him. Check out the latest information on his first feature length film here and other work here. I like this one a lot.
Cat is like my other younger sister. I spent a good part of the first ten years of my working life with her family. Her mom was my very first mentor (she taught me everything I know about fitness) and her dad was my very first boss (joined the business side of fitness after being an instructor and graduating from university). I even spent a year being the Head Writer for her mom’s daily morning fitness show before I finally left the fitness industry for good to pursue teaching and writing full time. We traveled together often and I consider them a surrogate family (dysfunction included). I remember helping Cat move to the US (for university) and feeling like an older sister, helping her un-pack and making her feel more at ease with the fact that she would be so far away from her family. I also remember her wanting a tattoo years ago and asking for my advice before she got one and how I in turn, asked for her advice when I got my first piercing. Sheesh. Those were the days. LOL. Here is a related post about a weekend I spent in Caliraya with her parents after years of not having seen each other. It was a pre-wedding reunion and I was convinced that I would be taking pictures of beautiful Coron and their gorgeous wedding come mid February, 2011.
something else was at work in the universe and to make a short story even shorter, the yearly trip to Sagada with the kids from school was scheduled and confirmed to push through for the exact same week. Doh.
Like I said, it was a very difficult decision.
I prayed for days and consulted a good friend and what G plunked in my heart was crystal clear. The kids came first; there was no question about it, even if my stomach felt a little queasy the afternoon I tweeted and emailed Cat and Carlo that I wouldn’t be able to make it after all. In the end, they totally understood and my heart was at peace and my stomach calm. I canceled my flight and off to Sagada we went. From the moment we set foot on the bus all the way to my schizophrenic weeping (from stress-slash-joy) when we got back to Manila a week later, I had absolutely no regrets. I knew I made the good, perfect, pleasing decision.
This morning though, when I came across their beautiful wedding video and teared a little, I allowed myself to feel a little bad for not being there on their perfect day.
But only for a very brief moment.
Because hello, it’s not about me. But about them. Their radiant smiles were so much more compelling to me, than my sadness for wishing I was there to see it first-hand. Their creamy and sandy bliss caught on cinematic cameras washed away the ennui and made soft waves of happiness rush back to shore. It’s really about seeing two people, who are perfect for each other, find each other and have the gumption and the zeal to seal the deal. That’s what’s important. I mean, the alternative is way more tragic. Haruki Murakami agrees. (You can read his story here. Used this one for my unit on minimalism with the kids.) Sigh.
I may have missed the wedding of their dreams, as missed opportunities go, but “it was the price I had to pay to be in a magical place” (one of EVP’s quotable quotes, edited a little) with these hams for an entire week.
Living with a decision never felt this bittersweet but this beautiful couple and my amazing students make it a heck of a lot easier.
grateful slice: the choices presented to us and the decisions we make, Cat and Carlo, love love love and yes, my grade 8 students.
A quiet post for AH, her dad who just passed away, Tita J and the rest of her family. This moment of silence and prayer is for you, A. May he rest in peace.
grateful slice: fathers
After posting about not posting, promising to post more often, I don’t. For a month. How silly is that? Anyway, I am a taking a break from work right now. Well, I already tweeted that my break was done but am now taking another break…from my break? Yikes. One more set of report card narratives to write. Fun. In the meantime, as this break from a break dwindles away, here are some shots from my recent Caliraya trip. Just wanted to post those and quit the no-recent post sludge already. Plus, I guess you can say, post- german measles (no pun intended), I have been inspired these days. Win. So yeah, Lau and I went to Caliraya with Tina and Ming a couple of weeks ago. It was so great to be with them and to re-visit such a familiar place. And to witness change in a space and in the people I care about was a truly profound experience. Am seriously thinking about picking up kiteboarding. Still seriously thinking about it….while I do that…enjoy the pictures. 🙂
Here’s to getting away from the city we love and to strengthening bridges that continue to connect.
gratefulslice: relationships and beautiful places
all photos taken with Nikon D90
The other day, someone from work asked me how my break was. I wasn’t sure what to say because I didn’t go anywhere or do anything super mind blowing. So after thinking for a second, I just said that it was probably one of the best vacations I have had in a while. Why? Because I got to stay in the city and make peace with it. Also because, (and this might sound just a little sad), I was able to do all the things I love to do, but can’t or choose not to because of over- workaholic-ism. Yup. Am not just a workaholic. I am an exag-workaholic. Things like run at 6:45 am to catch the crisp morning. Then, hit the steam room after slathering facial masks and exfoliating grains post a hard Pilates workout. Then a good book at a cafe right before a light lunch. Shop. And yes, clean house. Moisturize, hydrate, pray and write everyday! I also got to see my Cancer doctor (long overdue), see friends (both old and new), spend time alone, spend quiet time with G, and really spend quality time with family. Without distractions. Without baggage. Without heartbreak. Without guilt. This I didn’t tell my colleague though, of course. That I learned to love Manila again and not resent it for driving people I loved far far away. I peacefully took accountability too and just forgave both of us. Not just because it was time but because I had time. Staring time in the face has taught me a lot though. How to tame it. How to make it work for me. How to make friends with it. But that is for my next entry. Time has been such a huge menacing mystery to me and I had been resigned to be its slave for so long. During this break though, I have been able to understand it a little more. And understand how I work. And how I avoid work. But yes, that’s for another entry.
So, sure to many my Christmas might look mundane and somewhat average, but I found so much beauty in the ordinary and everyday during this break that I really don’t see it that way at all, mundane I mean. It is like I opened my eyes to so many treasures I had been ignoring, postponing or taking for granted. Never again. I was happy every minute and really, we can have this joy like all the time. If only we choose it more often. 🙂
Anyway, here’s to being able to do all of this even when am not on break. 🙂 That is the goal of Project Balanced.
Yes, Sabine named her bike, Bikini and no, I do not have pictures of S and I running or exfoliating in the steam room. But yes, best of times. I am very grateful for these moments today. Thank you.
grateful slice: the moments that count
I want to write about this …
and this …
and of course, this …
and this ….
and there’s this …
I am especially stoked to write about them …
I need some distance
Or I will gush to death.
Words will fail, I think.
To capture what I remember.
When I begin to forget, then I will need to write.
But here’s to honoring peak experiences while they are fresh
not missing a minute of it.
In the meantime, am again off to do something quite special this coming weekend.
I get the message.
It’s been crystal for awhile actually.
grateful slice: paying attention, taking our time and enjoying the ride.