What creative work has caught your heart, dear friend? Whatever they are, have you started pursuing them? What passion is there in your heart that needs birthing? Just like the rainbow, there could be a pot of gold at the end. Not necessarily riches in material things, but riches in joy and satisfaction at having created something .
~ 27 July 2013
Three expectant friends having the time of their lives. 🙂
Three of us (me in the middle) whilst on board the little boat.
Quiet sunset I captured before heading off.
We were like moths heading towards the light…most glorious sunset. The sun was sooo BIG!!!
Sailing Towards the Sunset @ Boracay (we were soaking wet :))
Our photos taken by the banquero (boatman) who was sailing the boat without any motor. Amazing!!!
I took the sunset pics whilst riding the little boat without motor. We were going so fast towards the setting sun….it was so glorious, a bit like racing towards heaven, and I cannot describe how exhilarating the feeling was. We got soaked as the wind was blowing strong (like kissing our cheeks) but the water we were feeling added to the experience of souls merging with the sea, with the sky, with the wind…yes, I felt like I was part of nature at that time…..indescribable beauty of everything around us…
I hope you enjoyed the pics. Will try to post more next time. Would love to have your comments here.
Somehow there is a part of me that will always be a child. I have never noticed how I have transitioned and matured as a woman. The little child is always there watching, sometimes squeezing a few tears in the process, telling the adult me to behave and not be so foolish as to lose the moment, the hunger for life, the pure thoughts, the joy, the inquisitive mind, the limitless heart that wants to create, the sense for adventure, the young girl who trusts and loves. That little girl comes around from time to time reminding me to be still, to realise what really matters, to flow, not to worry, not to hurry, to let go and be free.
~ 17 July 2013
copyright Rowena Isidro 2013
my poems, my writing,
exist because of you,
they belong to you.
they are mere words
without you. ♥♥♥
I will never stop dreaming
That we can help lives, a child at a time.
Hope is something no amount of poverty can take out.
The right to live a happy life,
To earn a place in an open world,
The pursuit to live one’s dream
No one can take away.
I grow weary sometimes
in my own circumstances
But God, do I have the will to carry on
to help others in my little way.
As long as the passion burns deep within
No tribulation, nor futile imaginings
Can make it stop inside my soul and heart.
There is a fire, the flame’s alive
With all my strength, with all my life
That cause continues, however weak I am
To help someone in need of hope, in need of love.
~ 6 July 2013
We like to deal with the black’s and white’s of life
But the reality is it is mostly gray’s, and varying shades of colours,
We like a yes, or a no, but maybe’s are difficult
Compromise is weakness, and we need to decide.
Either this or that, no in between’s,
Tolerance for ambiguity is not allowed
We like sunny, or rain, not a day of both
We don’t like surprises, we’d rather be bored.
We hate conflicts, internal struggles, we like the norm
But inside our hearts is a perfect storm.
~ June 2013