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The Smells of Life
In the past few days, I have had the pleasure and the joy playing with these cute little angels. They were a bursting bundle of energy, which seemed to never run out. At times, they were more impish than angelic. … Continue reading
My Father Is Here
Today is the death anniversary of Tatang. It is uncanny how the years has only made his presence in my life even stronger. I can feel my father alive in me and my own sons. His spirit. His moods. His … Continue reading
The Presence In My Life
There is in every human being an abiding sense of awe and wonder. We are always asking questions, specially why, and forever seeking answers. From my earliest recollections, I have been trying to find out what my life is supposed … Continue reading
Posted in Encounter, Life, Photography, Presence
Tagged Home, Poetry, Search, Signs and Wonders
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To Whom Do I Go When I Am Weary
Jane is a very sensitive person (pikon). She doesn’t hurt physically easily but one unkind word or a voice just a few decibels louder than the usual or even just the slightest slight will cause her to tear up. And … Continue reading