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[1: 2,057 of 10,000] New Book of Life

In Journal on April 9, 2021 at 10:52 AM
During my morning walk with my sister today, we saw the grasses with dews and she said the fairies worked their magic as she learned from the cartoon “The Fairly OddParents”. Photo credit: Jonas Weckschmied on Unsplash

I don’t always foresee when will a new blank book of my life needs to start because my human self have the fear of what if I’ll not be able to make it and the Universe let itself in and bring the right amount of shake up to lit my bun on fire. I’m moving!

In my previous books, I’ve let a lot of it unfold, unawake, I dip a bit of my toes but I’ve not fully immerse myself. I don’t regret it, I’m grateful instead that this time around I’m making new choices with my eyes wide awake, my body, soul and spirit are all in. I still don’t get everything right in alignment but I’m at a perfect spot that I’m contented and excited co-creating with the Universe.

I’m writing a new book of my life that involves starting my own business and likely to include moving to a new apartment. Fresh start that makes me smile, imagine new things, and surrender to little deliveries of magic into my way, after all I’m co-creating with full control of my emotions.

As I look back, I honor the steps I’ve made because I made the decisions based on what was true to me and my best at that time. I have full gratitude for the experience, for all that I’ve learned, the growth that I’ve gained only because I was there. My healing continues especially if I will keep on daring to fully live. With this new phase, there are tools that’ll be with be at all times –

  • I’ll never forget to have fun, to follow my joy, or what makes my heart fully smile
  • If I make mistake, I let my tears fall, I’ll be gentle on myself, be the first to forgive myself, and know that my pain is a lesson and opportunity for expansion
  • I’ll feel the sense of adventure, which means my definition of success may not always be the case that comes true, but I’ll keep saying yes to living in the moment, dust off and try again
  • I’ll keep showing up to heal people, to let people in to love me, and create arts that give me purpose to be alive

[1: 2,056 of 10,000] We Need Safe Knit

In Journal on March 14, 2021 at 8:53 PM

I always pretend that I am strong, it’s very rare that I will tell anyone that I’m hurting because I have not met a person who I believe is strong enough to carry the burden that I keep so close in my heart. To trick everyone especially myself, I always say that I am capable to handle it alone because how could I survived this long after all those traumas.

I may have survived my traumas but it came with consequences. For a long time, I have closed my heart and never let anyone to hear my truth, making me carry pains that could have been divided, healed, and transmuted. It took me a lifetime to recognize but it’s never too late to admit that I have to fully forgive my stubbornness, my fears, and my pride. I am strong but I needed help. There’s no one stronger than me to face my battle because they were meant to be mine to conquer but I don’t need to face them alone.

Life on Earth is limited and it’s crazy how I have fallen to close off my world and only stick to what’s familiar. How I run away to not repeat the same mistake of getting hurt yet still bruising my chance to trust because each person and each circumstance comes with unique gift and different outcome depending on my attitude coming in.

What it all boils down? We need to start forging new and lasting friendships. We need connection with others because living alone is pretty lonely. May I finally find new friends that I can show up without editing myself because I am seen and heard anytime. That’s why I like blogging because I pretend that you’re my friend and I never edit myself.

Photo credit: Katarzyna Grabowska on Unsplash

[1: 2,053 of 10,000] Pausing To Savor

In Journal on February 22, 2021 at 9:54 PM

I’ve noticed that lately I no longer rush and surrender to the demand of others to suit their time but instead I honor my own rhythm in the name of my sanity and joy. When I started my journey of loving myself unconditionally, the world cooperates to delight me.

When I seat down for a meal, there’s grace in me savoring the different ingredients that I could taste. I now nourish my body with intention and marvel to the fact that I have delicious food, I have the energy to feed myself and I’m grateful to all the beautiful Spirits that made it happened.

Learning to revere stillness invites me to be grateful to the simplicity of life’s magic. I have some pots with soil in our apartment and my sister suggested that I plant the tomato seeds in there. Everyday we water the soil and soon after tiny plant starts to emerge and they’re so cute. The growing vegetable are giving us a beautiful surprise every waking day.

I’m in my fourth year of writing at least one sentence a day of what I’m grateful for and it feels rewarding to be alive. I know there’s growing pain but there are more happiness if I am deliberate to focus on what makes me feel good. I do make plans in the future, setting up personal chats with people I really like, doing something for the first time for experience sake, and there’s more excitement waiting for the day that it’ll come. It’s very satisfying to pen in activities that makes me smile.

When I hear other people who are not gentle or kind on themselves, I can really sense it now, because I’ve been that. There are times that I still fall apart but I’m better at healing myself, naming what I’m really mad about and then I be quiet coyote to listen to my heart. My heart knows everything about me, what’s good for me, what my next move is, and when to simply relax and feel the moment.

I hurt a nerve in my back today after trying out a kick-boxing exercise from an Instagram video. My body that didn’t visit gym for months was shocked and completely snapped at me. It’s serious because there are certain positions in the middle of the day that I couldn’t breathe easily and yet it didn’t deter me to stay optimistic and I’m confident that my body is intelligent enough to heal itself. Body ailment is a good indicator that pause is exactly what’s needed. It made me reflect too about the things that I could easily do and have taken for granted when I’m incapable of freely moving without struggle. If I couldn’t breathe, I may just call it ‘a life’ and be cremated; but I know it’s not yet time and I’ll keep on insisting to this life that I will live my life, my perfect blend of story and maybe blog about it every once in while.

[1: 2,050 of 10,000] Making Mundane Sacred

In Article on February 8, 2021 at 1:26 PM

I have several household chores that I dread to do. I’ve noticed though that when I’m well rested, they are not dreadful at all. There used to be one though, washing the dishes. I don’t have automatic dishwasher, never experienced having one, and after some acceptance and facing my demons I’ve made it a sacred act.

If you’re wondering how the hell can washing dishes subject me to face my shadows. There was one time that I did the dishes and I was criticized by my mother that I didn’t do a good job. If I took it as a constructive criticism, it would have been over because I did miss a spot not because I was sloppy but I really didn’t pay attention. It was an honest mistake and it hurt my feelings. There were a period that I avoided washing dishes fretting, “What’s the point, am not good at doing it anyway.”

Eventually, our home was reduced to two people, so this time around, I have no excuse not to wash dishes, especially that my housemate (youngest sibling) don’t like to clean cook wares and loves baking (let that sink in, baking means using different measurement cups and spoons and a whole lot of things). This time, the anxiety that I built up is feeling obliged and dragged to keep our sink clean, which means empty from dirty dishes. There are moments that the pressure I give myself makes me bring out my ugly side, procrastination (dreading to finish a task), losing sleep, and feeling disappointed of myself. I know right, the simple task of dishwashing can arouse all these emotions.

Washing dishes may be a mundane or ordinary to anyone else, but it was my teacher. Then I came across the notion of what my hands touch and work on is sacred. It changes everything because it invites me to enjoy the whole process. It calls me to remember my strength and what I’m grateful for. I am a very organized person, and I love how I categorized glasses and utensils like a marching band putting a show. I delight to the bubbles that I create, the satisfaction when I removed a grease successfully (thanks to Fairy dishwashing liquid, not sponsored), and the best part is allowing the flow of water wash away the food that was shared with love, laughters and reverence.

P.S. I don’t stress out if there are days that I don’t clean the dishes right away. It was never a point where it smells and create an atomic disaster, but I know when I’m doing the dishes, it’s a sacred space for moments to marvel that I’ve grown as a human being.

[1: 2,049 of 10,000] Not Face Value, Value

In Article on January 30, 2021 at 9:38 AM

I purchased three new books from a store and my sister was with me. For each title, she selected the most pristine condition that she could get her hands on. As soon as we’re home, I found out that one of the blue covered book stained the flesh covered one. Not only that, I also found one of the pages has natural paper tearing and when I removed the stripped of barcode at the back, left ugly tear. I like nice things and yet I wasn’t vexed about it because the value of the book wasn’t on the covered or the material, it’s in the written words and what it’ll make me imagine.

I remembered one of Casey Neistat’s vlogs where he created his custom shades meaning adding paint and scratching a new Ray-Ban sunglasses to make it suitable to his vibe. He called it, “creative destruction” to make something of his own and that includes scrapping the label.

I cannot treat life as too precious that I don’t go out and live. Let’s do something daring today? Let’s love unconditionally without the labels, without walls and boundaries, and most especially without judgment. Go!

[1: 2,048 of 10,000] Death Is Not The End

In Poem on January 23, 2021 at 8:06 AM

I grew up knowing that I have
a body and a soul

I got partially awakened and witnessed the distinction between
my ego and the Higher Self

I woke up and I finally grasp that I’m an eternal soul
Always expanding and won’t be harmed

I carry the light wherever I go
I can connect with Life Source at any time

I feel empowered to keep creating
No one, not a soul, can stop me

[1: 2,047 of 10,000] Inspired

In List on January 2, 2021 at 8:19 PM

I love words. I know that there isn’t enough words to describe a feeling, a perfect moment, the deepest pain, a magic, but as humanly possible I hold on to words that immediately uplift me, a mantra that keeps me in the positive vibe.

  • All is well.
  • Joy is the key.
  • Be still to hear my heart.
  • I choose to be alive.
  • Breathe.
  • Live in the moment.
  • Listen to good music.
  • Keep moving.
  • Sleep.
  • Smile.
  • Finish.
  • Be kind.
  • We are one.
  • Speak my truth.
  • Dare to do something new.
  • Adventure.
  • Try again.
  • I am worthy.
  • I am enough.
  • I am love.
  • I am loved.
  • I am beautiful.
  • I am alive.
  • I see the Divine in you.
  • Nothing is ever wasted.
  • I am at the right place at the right time.

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[1: 2,046 of 10,000] My 2020 Gratitude List

In List on January 1, 2021 at 4:28 PM
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
  1. I started learning to listen to my intuition and recognize my power to co-create the life that gives me joy.
  2. I feel so blessed having the freedom to do what I truly desire.
  3. I experience a beautiful trip in Japan on February and immerse in new experiences.
  4. I have the chance to be still and dig deep of what I came into this life for.
  5. I have written so many words and read beautiful wisdom that opened my heart and my mind.
  6. I honor the sacredness of everything and could reach the sweet spot of immense peace.
  7. I learned that I came here to be a Lightworker and an Earth Angel.
  8. I have given myself with so much unconditional love that I was able to see my fear, being gentle to me, and have forgiven myself.
  9. I believe in magic and my faith for love keeps growing stronger.
  10. I am finally choosing to live. I wake up with a purpose to feel alive because I now understood I have chosen in the very beginning to be here right now.

The moment I thought I know something, I know I’m just in the precipice of another glorious surprise that life would like to live through me. Only when I am present in every fleeting moment that I get to bathe in the blissful PEACE every human soul longs for.

[1: 2,043 of 10,000] What Part Isn’t Clear?

In Question on December 14, 2020 at 9:40 AM
Photo by Yi Liu on Unsplash

One day I am leaving this body from this lifetime, what am I waiting for that I won’t pursue what truly gives my heart joy?

Why am I playing it too safe and too rigid with all the acquired patterns and fears blocking life to freely flow through me?

What am I really afraid of? What am I avoiding to see?

What’s the worst thing that could happen? What responsibility am I thinking as a burden?

Why am I not taking the steps that will lead me to the reality that will give me fulfillment?

Where is my judgment coming from?

Knowing what I know now, how am I going to choose and make my move? In every fleeting moment?

[1: 2,042 of 10,000] A New Narrative

In Poem on December 12, 2020 at 8:00 PM

It’s a beautiful day
Creating my reality
Starting with a dream
Turns novelty

I move
in the beauty
of Ebb and Flow

Magic dancing
Love bursting
Living raw

Feeling powerful
Thriving in life
Darkness and light
Moments I dive

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