Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39

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For this challenge, I’m reblogging some of my earlier posts.

“I’ve always loved you, from the day we said hello, to now and to the future,” those were his words and I believed them. Days, months and years have passed. We carried on despite the difficulties and our circumstances. Until the wind changed. He broke his promises, he broke my trust and confidence and shattered my heart into pieces. The pain was unbearable and everything was black. But time is a great healer. I’ve learned my lessons and accepted the situation. I’m mending well, slowly. I realise that I’m the only one who could help myself and I have to move on. The world is beautiful and the future is bright.

After the darkness
Dawn always comes and brings hope
A new beginning

sea-sky-sunset-water

on the horizon I see the sunset
a classic golden flame along the shore
where harmony and tranquillity rest
blinded by the beauty of the landscape
walking along with my bare feet
consoling myself for letting you go
the tumult of your name and memories
exhausting me in my mind and sleep
tired with the steady beating of my heart
what was done was done and so we accept
echoes of the past and half of my life
of broken trust and misunderstanding
of betrayal and inconsideration
with a heavy heart, farewell and goodbye
that’s all we could say

I wish I could escape from this
That I cannot get you out of my mind
If only the circumstances are different
Heard this song, you I know I miss

Miss your sound, I wish to push out
Out of my mind, out of my being, too
Thank you for the memories, I know you exist
We’re not meant to be, that’s about

About the party we have been
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink
We drove to places where voted some of the best
Not late, parallel lives begin

Begin the healing, forgiving
When trust was broken, that was about it
Forgiven but not forgotten
Cannot get it out, the sting

Sting in the tail, so goodbye
Learn the lesson and time to move on, too
No regrets, we always say, best to part our ways
We’re not meant to be, you and I

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 38

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For this challenge, I am reblogging one of my earliest posts 4 years ago…

“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.
“I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least–at least I mean what I say–that’s the same thing, you know.”
“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!”
― Lewis Carroll

How about a coven of writers brewing our stories? I don’t mean we’re witches, meeting on a full moon, each one adding some herbs or spices in a big pot of the cauldron, cooking over an open fire. I was just thinking about this course – with all of us coming from different countries, backgrounds, experience, culture, and each one have a story brewing in our minds, waiting in anticipation to come out. Yes, we are a group of writers and I want to know what we can call ourselves. I found some suggestions on the internet including a quill, a compendium, an index, a chapter, a bibliography, a scribble, a sentence, a pen, a composition and a story. I like to think of it more as a starting point, a support system, an inspiration, a springboard, a gate of knowledge and a joy to be a member of. It has been 10 weeks since we started this course and the experience I’ve had just proved that – having had peers giving each other some encouragement, help, constructive criticisms and answering our questions. The interaction with one another is amazing. When I first submitted this synthesis as assignment 2, one of the criticisms I’ve got is that there’s no common theme between my writing with a cause and the other writers with their causes. What could our common theme be? I believe it’s our desire to connect with the world. We want to interact with others by writing what we feel is important to us – our causes. We also have to think about our audience, the plots and scenes and the main claim.

His sister Candy was right. Jack should write these stories so that their children and grandchildren would know something about who they were and the unique lives they lead as children growing up in the sea ports of the Eastern Seaboard of The United States and the various island nations. I wrote my stories as part of our first assignment. Jack produced a collection of memories of childhood growing up. My stories included my experience when I first left home at 22, from Manila International Airport, to Europe, to America and back to the Philippines again. Jack’s stories were funny, vibrant, entertaining and factual. I don’t know about the funny part, but I believe mine was entertaining and factual, too. His pacing has just been right that the readers were able to follow all the dialogues, actions and history in each story. There were twists and turns in every story which make them engaging and compelling. I hope my readers would feel the same when they read my stories. Jack and I are both thinking about our ethos (who we really are and how credible we are as we narrate our experiences) and our audience (the future generations) – and how best to interact with them through our stories.

Her journey was different from mine. Aya and I are both thinking about our plots and scenes in the form of our journeys. They make us stronger and capable of accepting our fates and/or improving our situations. With our adventures, we can explore the endless possibilities and experiences in our lives – receiving, learning and sharing the lessons to others as we progress in our journeys. Aya moved from UAE to Egypt four years ago to study pharmacy. My journey took place from the Philippines to other parts of the world and back to the Philippines again, more than 20 years ago. Aya compared her life in the UAE and Egypt and reflected on the lessons she’s learning as she continues her personal journey and development. “I learnt that it is fine to fall down and to take time on the same pace, but you should always keep trying. It’s fine to feel down, to feel lonely, to feel that you need help, to feel that you need someone by your side. Sometimes you get your strength from others because they remind you who you truly are when you forget yourself.” – I like what she’s saying. My journey was also about my personal development and the experiences I had that made me who I am today. Like Aya, my journey continues.

As he confessed in his narrative… Tony contradicted himself by saying he didn’t call himself a writer, even though he has been earning at least part of his living by writing for almost fifty years. That was also my claim, that I am not a writer. I haven’t had any article being published, except perhaps my dissertation about “Parent-Child Language Use and Cultural Attachment: A Case Study of Filipino Immigrants in the United Kingdom” as part of the requirements for the award of the MA in Applied Linguistics and English Language Teaching in 2009. What’s his cause? “So I guess my Cause is to acknowledge the great sacrificial commitment that very few of us are willing to make before we have the right to claim the title.” I have the same opinion that commitment to what we’re doing is very important. In my essay, I said I don’t have a cause. Perhaps, I have one or two – it’s about change and improvement. Tony and I are both adamant to call ourselves writers because we acknowledge that writing is a commitment few of us are willing to make and finding one’s cause is not an easy job. These are our main arguments – once we’ve found our causes, we’ve got to be passionate and committed enough to pursue them. I believe that this course has given us enough tools and has improved our confidence to be able to write something that will hopefully make a difference in this world.

Other Writers, Other Causes: a Synthesis. That was our second assignment and now I’m editing it as my assignment X. What have I learned from comparing my experience with those of other writers? A lot! I’ve learned to appreciate our similarities and differences, our styles, our language, our contexts, our backgrounds, our reasons – and our connection. We would like to communicate and interact with others. We might have different causes – for our future generations, for the lessons we’ve learned in our journey, for the great sacrificial commitment that few of us are willing to make and for the change and improvement in one’s life. We have different aims – to encourage, convincing someone, to inform, to entertain, to lobby, to educate, to argue or to tell a story. We use different media – writing a book, a blog, an article, a post on Facebook or Twitter. We are a coven of writers brewing our stories. If each of us adds something to this cauldron, for the goodwill of men, then we could produce something wonderful and magical. We need to think about our audience, the plots, the scenes and our main arguments. We acknowledge the beauty and power of the language, as well as our diversity. Each one of us has a role to play and a voice to contribute to the dialogue around us – use it!

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 38

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 27

pain

Shake the ache I feel
Lengthen the strength of my soul
Pain still stains spirit
Not fault to put salt on wound
Not too much to touch your heart

Now I have my strength
Things are springing brightly
Not blame anyone
Things happened for a reason
Acceptance is a great balm

fallin’
now I am free
free from you and your lies
free from your promises that broke
free from the pain and disappointment, too
it was heaven when we started
things have changed for the worse
now I am free
fallin’

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Time is wonderful. It helps us ease our pain, some bad memories and our heartache. They are still there, but as the days pass by, the sensation dulls. It’s nature’s way of dealing with them and let us continue with our day to day activities, without mourning. When my father passed away, it was like the world has ended. It made me feel vulnerable and has come face to face with my own mortality. That we all go in the end, no matter what age, how healthy or active we are, whatever our lifestyle. It also made me change my attitude, my belief, my priorities and my way of life. I live each day like it’s the last day on earth. I love with passion, give generously to people who needs them, as well as my time to people that matters, sort my priorities and enjoy life and what it offers.

Life carries on
Live each day like a last day
Love with passion

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 27

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18

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My life is trial and error
Even though sometimes it’s a blur
And I don’t have all the answer
Even I search them in acre
I have to survive come what may
I play, pray, avoid to be prey

The role of a wife and mother
A daughter, sister or actor
All these roles I take with ardour
Even when I don’t have armour
Not perfect but I do my best
I am grateful for I’m blessed

No grief nor regret to move on
Even though my youth is all gone
I am pleased to have found my khan
All heartaches and mistakes bygone
A sense of contentment for me
Welcome and thankful that’s the key*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* LaCharta

you

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 16

I’ve always been different from the rest
Never followed the conventional way
Doing my best, searching for my quest
The rebellious me, that’s how I play

Frustrating sometimes, but no regrets
Alienating people, getting some threats
Things I’ve done, challenges I’ve taken
Until now, I think, never beaten*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Rispetto

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 16

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 14 in Shadorma

Empathy
Wear my heart on sleeve
Honesty
Generous
What comes around, comes around
I’m me, no pretence

Be curious
Follow gut instinct
Travelling
My career
All experience, good or bad
Learning the lessons

My future?
Him Indoors always
Together
We’ll make it
With son and wife plus my Mum
Challenges we take

Simple things
Happy and content
See the world
Experience
Life is good and wonderful
Counting my blessing

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 14, Shadorma November: 24 of 30

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 13

market

Don’t you forget about me
I was the one with the fringe
And liked to twirl around
With her red dress and shoes
Who bounced like a ball
And had tried everything
And anything under the sun
Who wouldn’t miss an opportunity
Even though there were hindrances
On the way blocking her way
I was your friend who rallied
Behind you and cheered you
When you were upset and
Wanted a shoulder to cry on
I was your best buddy
And at the same time
Your critique when things
Were not the same as what
They seemed to be, tough
I told things the way they were
Sometimes hurting people
And I didn’t mean to hurt them
I was just the real me, no pretence
I was an optimist until the end
Believed that there was good
In everyone and would give them
A second chance or even a third one
So please don’t you forget about me

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 13