Postcard from Turkey

A Postcard from Turkey sent by Simone

A Postcard from Turkey sent by Simone

My dear friend Simone is currently on a world tour. She has already seen many places and the last time I heard from her, she was heading to Italy. Go for it Simone. Strike while the iron is hot. Travel makes a person well-rounded and makes her/him better equipped with cultural knowledge and enhanced understanding of certain countries different from one’s own.

Traveling Quotes below are sourced from Think Exist

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

Henry David Thoreau (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 18171862)

Traveling through the world produces a marvelous clarity in the judgment of men. We are all of us confined and enclosed within ourselves, and see no farther than the end of our nose. This great world is a mirror where we must see ourselves in order to know ourselves. There are so many different tempers, so many different points of view, judgments, opinions, laws and customs to teach us to judge wisely on our own, and to teach our judgment to recognize its imperfection and natural weakness. silvertoes

Michel de Montaigne (French Philosopher and Writer. 15331592)

Postcards from Washington DC

In dedication to our beloved Auntie Carol Hewer of Oxford, England. oxoxoxoxo

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Me and the White House

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A quaint figure flanked by cherry blossoms

Two souvenir postcards I brought home from Washington DC Hilton Hotel. Purchased from the hotel’s Duty Free Shop at the culmination of the International Society of Poets Convention held in August 2005. It was at the height of summer and very hot! I thought I had enough of that nagging discomfort from Australia so instead of going with the group on tour to see these interesting places on top of the others, I decided to pack up and go to North Carolina to visit friends. So I missed the opportunity of seeing the White House but I did not regret it.

Here’s the picture of Washington DC I took  from the eight floor of Hilton Hotel where I stayed. Unfortunately, I did not get around much to the main shopping mall as I only had  limited days of stay at the hotel. When I checked out, it was straight to Greyhound Terminus to catch the bus service to North Carolina. It was cool traveling to that part of the State on my own stopping over in Richmond, Virginia for a changed service to North Carolina.

Washington DC taken from Hilton Hotels vantage point of view

Washington DC taken from Hilton Hotel's vantage point of view

It was in this hotel where the poetry convention was held and I got to see Tony Orlando in person. He and his wife had a lovely teamwork when they sang songs together and we, the audience, also sang along with them especially the Tie A Yellow Ribbon and Obladi-Oblada. We had two fantastic Gala Nights. I love the experience of traveling to see Uncle Sam and back. It was a very lonely flight though, but that’s life. C’est la vie!

Oh, by the way, I celebrated my 55th birthday over there the next day I arrived Washington DC. A lone celebration away from my world down the southern hemisphere. I had my children’s birthday greetings I read while I was there. I wore the nice birthday dress they gave me at the convention. Very sad being far away from them, but again, C’est la vie!

Cheers!

Postcard from Canberra

My very first time to see Canberra was in 1987 when the Philippine Embassy sent us invitation to attend a Christmas Party there. My fiance and I along with his daughter, Judy, went to attend and to meet other Filipinas outside Orange as well as to acquaint ourselves with the Embassy.

I have vague memory of that affair now but it was a delightful and enjoyable experience for all of us. I loved the little market flea they incorporated in the Christmas Party. It was kind of Australian fete. My future step-daughter then was really amazed of the way the party was conducted especially because there were too much food laid on the table which she never had seen in her entire life.

The Parliament House via Northbourne Avenue

The Parliament House via Northbourne Avenue

I took this picture during our second visit to Canberra after our wedding. My ex husband parked the car along Northbourne Avenue for a rest after a long drive to get refreshed at the same time, he studied the map one more time before we went around the circle.

Parliament House location

Parliament House location

Capital Hill, ACT

Canberra has its own special landscape different to any other states. It is a territory within a state and is called Australian Capital Territory to which Canberra is the capital. Here’s a very educational link to learn about the Parliament House.

More detailed tourism info can be found here.. Canberra is also called the Australia’s Culture Portal packed with its own history and for what it stands today.

More readings, more interesting things to do, and more events are to be found in The Home of Australian Story.

Canberra is also known for its biggest annual event called Floriade that brings influx of visitors here and abroad to view their exquisite garden display of flowers in thousands of beds of various themes. The first time I ever had been to the Floriade was in 1996 when our friend Frank Lada took us there. Before us, was a vast expanse of acreage of Tulips and other floral display which was truly huge and awesome!

Then I went into this temporary Info Centre and Gallery where I saw beautiful Aboriginal artworks and photography depicting the making of this beautiful Capital called Canberra; derived from an Aboriginal word, “Kamberra” meaning meeting place. One more facts about Canberra..

My children Lily and Noemi did have a wonderful time exploring all avenues of kid’s amusement and sure did love their mini train cart ride that went around the entire track of the Floriade.

An enjoyable ride at the Floriade 1996

An enjoyable ride at the Floriade 1996

Vicky of Postcards n Stamps Plus from Sabah, Malaysia has posted my postcard which I sent her not long ago.

The Australian Continent

The Australian Continent

When I saw this postcard being posted on her blog, she gave me an idea what to post today. So with my old photo which I took a little over two decades ago that I found in my archive, I dashed off here and dusted off my framework to work on a new post.

Happy weekend!

Spring Blooms

Featuring some of the spring blooms found in our vicinity, a little compound where old people resides. Some plants were already there as part of the compound’s landscape and some plants were grown and maintained by the residents.

Rose bloom in autumn of 2008.

Rose bloom in autumn of 2008.

My own green garden patch. This serves as my fortress.

Nancy's Rose

Nancy's Rose

The last bloom, this year’s autumnal left over growing across my little garden patch. Planted and maintained by Nancy. She blooms on a very high stem that I have to climbed up and reached out for the long stem to take this picture.

Royal majestic wings

Royal majestic wings

In their royal majestic bearing, this flower plant grows by the fence inside our tiny village and also maintained by an old lady. The floral characteristic of this plant seem to be similar to that of the Sweet Peas except that they grow in a shrub. They look like purple tiny butterflies to me.

Name anon growing in shrub

Name anon growing in shrub

Anything orange of this depth composition I always call Tangerine. Like the Royal Majestic Wings, I also do not know its name. Pardon for the royal name of the purple flower, I just named that myself. It is not its official name. This one, I do not know what name to give this. So let me just call this Tangerine.

This also grows in the vicinity of our village right in the backyard of an old man who keeps all the birds on a tall big tree by installing a bird feeder and that’s enough to attract some noisy neighbours. What else but the birds!

Noisy neigbours

Noisy neigbours

Feasting from the bird feeder, these rainbow lorikeets are the noisiest we can find in our vicinity.

More floral story here.

Springtime Quietude

Spring caroms to life

Spring caroms to life

A miracle wonder

A miracle wonder

I learned that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness. — Brenda Ueland

Pink Azalea kissed by the rain

Pink Azalea kissed by the rain

Spring is back! All things are awaken from its long winter hibernation. Life that had been temporarily suspended from living so it could take reprieved from feeling over worked, over fatigued and over exhausted  would be able to recharge, to re-energize and to gain back nourishment has now resumed to normal function like this Yellow Grevillea here. Actually Grevilleas don’t die. They just stop blooming at the call of fall. Though they lazed, they don’t shed their clothes off  like some non perennials.

Yellow Grevillea

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Spring brings promise of lovely days, warm days and sunny days. Spring is life! It is a very special  season that makes the weather caroms the nocturnal habitats of nature back to its perpetual habitation at this time of year.

With the exception of the last two or three successive days, the Spring in our area was tainted with gloom and for a little while  was sulking being soaked in the cold again. It only sneezed a few drips of drizzle from the sky and quickly dried up as if the hands of the earth hurriedly wiped off  its lachrymal canal.

The buds and floral tips of the tree

The buds and floral tips of the tree

Springing back to life

Springing back to life

As am tapping my keyboard, the day looks beautiful outside. The vast expanse of the ethereal sky is highly inhabited by immaculate cumulus clouds nestling one after the other.

A ratty cloud with a pony tail

A ratty cloud with a pony tail

On the northern sphere it is embedded by a monstrous cumulonimbus clouds that threaten the pleasant mood of the day. Oh, oh, guess what’s going to happen tonight? But the air is mildly breezy and cool.

Cumulus clouds on the northern sky

Cumulus clouds on the northern sky

Cumulus (weather symbol – Cu) clouds belong to the Clouds with Vertical Growth group. They are puffy white or light gray clouds that look like floating cotton balls. Cumulus clouds have sharp outlines and a flat base. Cumulus clouds generally have a lower cloud deck of 1000m and a width of 1km.

Cumulus clouds can be associated with good or bad weather. Cumulus humilis clouds generally show up on a warm summer day and are associated with fair weather. These clouds have only slight vertical growth and they are detached with lots of blue sky in between. Cumulus congestus clouds are usually associated with bad weather. These clouds grow to great heights and usually become cumulonimbus clouds. Their tops look like cauliflower heads and indicate that light to heavy showers can occur”.

The song of the spring

The song of the spring

Meanwhile, these birds also spring back to their old habit of creating their symphony one more time to fill the deafening silence of this village with their brand of music that echoes on the air. They dispel the quietude of spring!

The Storm of Life – a repost from Parched Paper and the Quill

The storm early in the morning I snapped at The Entrance.

When my parents died one year after the other, I was literally floating. I could not recall how I managed to stay compose and calm in the eyes of the storm. Not a storm on a tea cup, but a real life’s storm.

This is yet another metaphor that life contains. The first metaphor I touched was the Road. Today, it is about the Storm. Even storms have categories. These categories represent the scale of our strength: inner, outer, physical, psychological, spiritual and so on. A degree of our strength is gauged by the manner, by our attitude, or by the way we handle situations in the face of adversary and adversity. Some are daunting; some are overwhelming; and, some are unbearable.

Perhaps, if we have a choice, all we want to do is melt like ice on the ground or disappear like a mist or vapour in the air.

When my father died, I did not have much time to slump down; threw tantrum on the ground and bowled like an abandoned child or a frustrated kid who howled endlessly like a spoiled brat, or a martyr that trickled tears like a flowing river. I had to be mentally and emotionally strong on behalf of my mother. She was old and we were new in the place of that last residence we lived, where my father drew his last breath.

During that time of sorrow, I voluntarily assumed the role of a decision maker to relieve a grieving mother. With the help of my siblings we organized everything that seemed impossible for us to do at the time. I approached people whom I never met before like contacting the local veterans association where both my parents were members. They in turn immediately provided assistance due to a deceased veteran without hesitation after presenting our father’s case to them. By that account, our poor father was accorded due military honour for his funeral.

Then sixteen months later, another death visited us in our doorstep. This time, it was our dear old mother. It was a tragedy which remains unthinkable even after 28 long years have elapsed. It is very painful to reminisce her sudden death.

The situation was rather overwhelming for me to tackle but I could not choose hatred as a tool in solving the problem. The damage done if resolved with verbal fights or arguments via a legal battle won’t bring back the life of our poor old mother who was lost as a result of an innocent juvenile doing.

The concerned party came to face me and my siblings. The family leadership, being the eldest daughter present, was passed down on me. I was the Joshua next to Moses in my family, so to speak. But the promised land we entered was far from those that was given to ancient Israelites.

The whole family of the boy who caused the death of our mother came in crowd to beg, to supplicate for mercy, for clemency, for pardon, for forgiveness and for compassion. The parents took responsibility over what had happened on behalf of their very young son. They did not tarry, they did not wait for a summon, they did not linger our suffering. Immediately, their actions were instantaneous. As I looked at them, the more my heart was rent.

In remission, they took care of all the funeral expenses. No bribe, no dole, nothing of the sort that I entered into agreement with them. We solely acted on the ground of Compassion amidst the loss of our dear Mother. What was important to us was the keeping of the family solidarity in the face of adversity. I pulled my siblings together in peace, in harmony so we could lay our mother to rest.

Thankfully, the church where my mother was raised, but whom she turned her back due to her family’s bitter history experienced with this church in the past, did not turn their back on us when we asked them to hold service on behalf of our departed mother.

On the other hand, I did not allow any third party to contravene, to interfere and to intervene. We kept it solely our very own family affair. Our point was, in those times we needed these people whom I cannot name, they were not there for us. They turned their eyes blind for the couple who were there for them when they were needed by them. So outside opinions were not sought. Because I knew all along that what was on their minds was just another vested interest and I did not allow that to happen.

That storm has long been gone. Yet, as we live everyday, we are always confronted with different kinds of storms. The storms of life either make us strong or make us weak. In my case, I’m riding along with whatever storm that comes my way and eventually I feel I’m toughened by each moment I face a storm. Life is still worth living. I can only look around to see and feel how worthwhile it is to live life in peace and in harmony to the divine grace that I’m beholden to. Hope you too!

The accompanying poem below was taken from the Inspiration Line.

Worthwhile

It is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows by like a song,
But the man worthwhile is one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong;
For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent, when nothing tempts you to stray,
When, without or within, no voice of sin is luring your soul away;
But it’s only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth is the one that resists desire.

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen — who had no strength for the strife,
The world’s highway is cumbered today; they make up the sum of life;
But the virtue that conquers passion, and the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth, for we find them but once in a while.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919)
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Still Hazy

Max Webster Library Plaza

Max Webster Library Plaza

I am happy with my new template and the fonts are much bigger. So I don’t have to struggle with my vision. I’m still tasting the water and see how I go from here. If I find things to my satisfaction, then I can import some of my write ups from another blog site as a back up.

Meanwhile, I’ll take things easy. Nothing to rush, nothing to hurry. I am not here to show off. I am here to please myself. This is my only outlet and my only diversion next to playing jigsaw puzzle online.