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The Time of My Life

Happy Spring
Credit: Snoopy by Charles M. Schulz

 
I’m having the time of my life these days experiencing these highs and lows. It’s becoming like the present weather. It’s kind of a mixed bag with the sun, rain, thunder, lightning, snow, wind, frost, you name it, all happening in random succession.

First, the next project I was supposed to be working on was officially cancelled. The sponsor balked at the cost. With my contract ending on 3/31, I was concerned. I saw gloom but it didn’t last. The sun came up when the manager told me that he’s extending my contract until the end of the year

Yesterday, I went to the dentist in the rain to have my broken crown fixed. With my permission, he extracted two of my upper teeth I wouldn’t have done it, but lightning struck. He dared me if I was tough enough for it. Of course, I told him I was. Now I won’t be able to chew food properly for weeks until the sewed gum is healed and the partial bridge put in place.

I thought I could go back to work after the dentist appointment. But with cottons stuffed in my mouth, I wouldn’t be a welcome sight. I decided to go home instead. I logged on to the computer and read my office mail. There was an emergency staff meeting at 12 pm. I sent a message to the manager saying I’d be taking the rest of the day off because of my condition. I could dial-in for the meeting but wouldn’t be able to talk. Fine, he said, I could listen in.

The meeting was about the coming reorg. Outside the window, I suddenly heard the wind howling badly. The manager said that he’d no longer be our manager. He’d be working in another capacity. I could only imagine the chill the news brought to everybody. He assured the permanent staff that they wouldn’t lose their jobs. They would just be slotted to work for another manager. As for contractors like me, however, he didn’t know what would happen. At that instance, I saw the rain started falling again.

It was cloudy when I went to work this morning. At the office, the manager told me that he did extend my contract, but the coming reorg could throw a wrench on it. The sun was up again in the afternoon when he told me I had been slotted to join the ‘build’ team responsible for coding, testing, and customizing vendors’ applications. The new manager called me early evening to confirm what my former manager said. You know what, he’ll be managing his team from East Coast.

I don’t know how long I can wait for the spring season to arrive. If it doesn’t arrive soon, I’m afraid I’ll truly become a man imitating this weather on its topsy-turvy dance. It has taught me one valuable lesson, though, and that’s not to be too comfortable in any situation no matter how good it looks.

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March 15, 2019 at 4:29 pm Leave a comment

It’s Been A Good Year

Persimmon Fruit

 
I see that the leaves of the persimmon tree in my backyard have turned to the same color as its fruit. It marks the last days of autumn before winter finally sets in. From the kitchen table where I sit, it’s a sight to behold in hues of red, orange, and gold. Albert Camus said it best, “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

Once again, the holidays are upon us. It’s amazing how time flies. I think it’s especially true as you get older. When I was a kid, I remember the year lingering so slowly it seemed like an eternity. But now it comes and goes by so fast. It’s over before I know it.

Now comes the question, is your glass half empty or half full? It’s all about perspective of course. It depends on how you look at it.

As we move through the stages of our lives, we realize that things are different every time but they aren’t necessarily better or worse than before. Under the circumstances, it pays to be “fanatically positive and militantly optimistic,” like Rick Steves would say, and, “if something’s not to your liking, change your liking.”

The persimmon tree has been generous this year offering a bountiful harvest. Raking the leaves after they fall to the ground is the least I can do to show my appreciation.

It’s been a great year for persimmons, it’s been a great year for me, and I hope it’s been a great year for you, too.

May the good times and moments of the passing year become the cherished memories of tomorrow. Wishing you lots of love, joy, and happiness. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

December 8, 2018 at 8:58 am Leave a comment

Dance Me to the End of Love


Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me to the End of Love is one for the ages.

It has great lyrics and enchanting melody. Most of all, it’s easy to sing for someone with a limited vocal range like me.

It’s a beautiful love song inspired by the Holocaust with “a burning violin” in the first line giving us the the hint.

According to Cohen, it came to him as he imagined a string quartet of prisoners forced to play classical music near the crematoria while their fellow prisoners were being exterminated inside.

As horrific as the imagery was, Cohen was able to see
“the beauty there of being the consummation of life, the end of this existence and of the passionate element in that consummation.”

“It’s not important that anybody knows the genesis of it,” he added, “because if the language comes from that passionate resource, it will be able to embrace all passionate activity.”

Leonard Cohen was born on Sept. 21, 1934 and died on Nov. 7, 2016. He was a poet, singer-songwriter, and novelist. In 2014, LA Weekly ranked him as number six among the top 20 singer-songwriters of all time. When he died, the music world mourned his untimely passing.

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DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVE by Leonard Cohen
 
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

October 14, 2018 at 7:46 pm 2 comments

It’s Your Birthday Today

Yellow Flowers


Dear One:

Although we haven’t been in touch for a long while, I haven’t forgotten it.

After all these years, I’m happy that you’re still around considering that a lot of our contemporaries in the blogging world are gone.

You’re one of my favorite bloggers. I’ll always be your fan. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I find your writings very inspiring and reading them has made me a better person. One thing that you’ve always emphasized to your readers is living an intentional life. Well, it isn’t easy to do, but I’m trying my best.

It looks like you’re at a serious crossroads at this moment in time. I don’t feel I have the right to give you advice. It’s better to leave that to your friends and to those who know you well.

But what I’m going to do is pray that whatever path you take is the right one.

Please accept my best wishes on this special day.

Yours truly,
P.

July 7, 2018 at 9:29 am 6 comments

What Does This Dream Mean?

Snoopy Driving a Car

Snoopy – Charles Schulz
 
Last night, I had this nightmare again.

It was early evening. I was in the driver’s seat of my old yellow Volkswagen bug donated to charity many years ago. I turned on the key and put the car into reverse. While getting out of the garage, I found my eyes shut tight and I couldn’t open them.

Afraid of crashing into something or being hit by another car, I tried to stop the car. Frantically, I stepped on the brakes. It didn’t work. I tried shifting gears. It didn’t work either. The car just kept going down the hill.

Suddenly, I could open my eyes again. I was on the highway leading to my hometown in the Philippines . From that point on, I was able to drive normally.

I wonder what this dream is all about?

Usually, I have the ability to control my dreams, but I’m helpless on this one. Does it portend the future? What does driving with my eyes shut indicate? Does it mean that when faced with uncertainties I should let go of fear and learn to trust in a power beyond myself?

The fact that the ordeal, no matter how traumatic, ended without incident seems to point to that conclusion. When I couldn’t see, an invisible hand came to my rescue and kept me from harm.

February 9, 2018 at 5:02 pm 12 comments

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