this will be a reminder of the seven years i would lay on the grass worry free of snakes… yes New Zealand is. In a few days i’m moving to Melbourne, Australia and i hope i’ll get to crawl, sit and roll over the ground and never meet any of the (at least) 140 species of the venomous creature. So help me God.
If we were playing flash cards, and you show me inspiration without batting an eyelash I would utter “mom and pop”
though it may sound biased, let us just say i am one grateful daughter who in spite of living in a rather harsh world, i get to experience everyday what love should be like. they are not perfect, just enough kind of cool, not too strict and not too liberated. a perfect combo of lovers slash partners.
My Best Friend
Black and White
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes his name he hears
Loves his ball it’s his favorite thing
What’s most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He’s my friend till the very end!
© Abby Jenkins
Taken after my pompom’s first haircut… boy that was too short for my liking. I learned to give specific instruction to the groomer since then. This is also one of the rare moments I get to snap a close up, he rarely keeps still and these days he looks away just before I get the shot.
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog.
you go to a place and they take you in.
you wandered through till you found yourself and suddenly you’re home.
that realisation that home is not a place but a feeling.
*** Beehive is the popular name for the Executive Wing of the New Zealand Parliament Buildings located in the capital, Wellington. An iconic building for Wellingtonians.
I may be feeling in the dark right now. This is simply a reminder that nighttime ain’t too bad and won’t last long, and that it’s not what you have on the outside that glitters in light, it’s what you have on the inside that shines in the dark.
<Wellington LUX is a free public light festival that turns Wellington’s waterfront and laneways into a captivating celebration of light, art, technology and design-http://lux.org.nz>
to me the photo depicts that though we live in a big world where we could have a space each of our own we chose not to, as indeed no man is an island.
sometimes we explore without having to physical move. it is when story’s told and mind meets that great adventure begins. after all our minds are the greatest platform and we are the best director of our lifetime. that is the mere reason why when books are turned into movies, those who have read most often than not get disappointed.
sometimes the most effective communication does not include words.
the air almost tangible
waiting for rain or snow
the earth is steady
looking up at God
leafy arms lifted like a prayer
like a shade on summer days
that warmth on our hearts on winter nights
a feathered friends nest
as they sing a song
on a tree between the sun’s adieu
and the night’s hello.
i see the sky and listen to the trees
i hear your voice, full of silent cries
i feel the wind and felt you like a stormy rain
i close my eyes and your mouth uttered prayers for my soul
then like a ray of sunshine in the morning
i opened my eyes and saw the sea
there’s this filipino idiomatic expression that says “namamangka sa dalawang ilog” which according to google translate means “boating on two rivers.” this idiom is usually used when referring to two timing ass****s. No, this is not about cheaters and i am not giving a lecture on filipino literature (not my turf). this however is what i feel when it comes to “home.” they say home is where the heart is and as per the last time i checked my heart belongs to two places. i cannot decide between the two nor get enough of either one. always my bemused plight while i’m among these clouds.
for it was not Picasso who have drawn them differently… it was the beholder who have chosen to see its beauty.
i am not a public figure, but i do get days when i feel the world is one big fishbowl. that feeling you are in the middle of everywhere but absobloodylutely nowhere. and that every turn you make someone will witness, anyone will know, anybody will pass judgement…
although you will catch me acting on a ploy, throwing punch line in a whim, utter rather revolting comments, or just ridiculously caught in a spot. i do not purposely allow myself to become the sort of amusement. or at least i do not see it that way. the truth is, inside my fragile-privy-little-fishbowl, i am enjoying watching the missmash of life as one by one they unravel their real colour as the universe conspire.
while everyone was busy figuring out whether the glass was half full or half empty, i was busy deciphering the image the water was projecting…and from thereon i see stories from different points of view.
the sea brings me home.
i basically grew up where a weekend brunch by the beach is almost like a tradition. when i was a kid the family would travel for what seems to be an hour aboard our slow tricycle (a motorcycle with built-in body/sidecar) with all 6 members of the family cramped inside.
I love the salty breeze, the feel of the sand and waves as it crashes on my feet. i miss making sandcastles and burying my self or someone in the sand. my siblings and i used to stay all day under the sun until our skin burns, and our hands and feet gets all wrinkly… well actually even that does not easily discourage us from playing by the beach.
though up until now i still can’t master swimming in the deep as the memories of all those JAWS movie gets the better of me (yes i was one of those traumatised kiddos and singing “under the sea” did no magic).
to me the sea brings calmness. it is a place where i would want to lurk before taking a leap. i can stare at the horizon endlessly. this is where my hope and dreams knows no limit. where the sky meets the sea, where i connect with my Maker.