The Gift of Autumn. ~ this is a favourite piece about my favourite season……who is not to love Autumn?
I live somewhere else in the world yet I’m so lucky that I can always come back to my island home, a place where loved ones are, where I spent some of my younger years. It is a place you can go to as a refuge from the stress of city living. When I’m there, I hear the islands whispering—-Patience, Faith, Openness….that’s what the sea and island have to teach. Simplicity, solitude, intermittency, the validity of every cycle of life and relationships, where every moment needs to be experienced and understood for its own sake. The ebb and flow of the tide remind me that there are things that are constant and persistent in my life which give me stability, and that there are cycles and seasons in life that always come. But then again, the fierceness of the waves when the wind is strong reminds me that changes do come and shake us, teaching me that realities of life and things that happen must be accepted. This is my way of finding peace and being reconciled to myself, the Divine and the environment.
Where sea meets land
What a sight to behold
And contemplate on,
Like the child in me
Meeting my older self.
Isla Puting Buhangin (White Sand Island)
Population: 1 (full time caretaker) ~ and that’s me in the pic feeling wonderfully alone
Land Size: 1000 Square Mtrs (1750 at low tide.)
Location: 5 Kms. off the coast of Dos Palmas Island (a little bigger than this one) on the edge of Sulu Sea..
Island Sunset, nearly night. I love the mood the dark clouds and dying sun give. This is what I love about the islands of Palawan. You can follow the setting sun until it goes down behind the mountains.
At dusk, you can lay your soul bare in the island.
Where you can choose to find peace, contemplate, meditate, even be sad.
Or be alone. I have chosen to be all of that but the most important thing is
you can find yourself here. I call it the best gift of the island.
~ written 8 March 2015, by Rowena I.
I will always have fond memories of Philadelphia, lovingly called Philly by its people.
A few years ago, I was assigned in this beautiful city to do some training and consulting work for a month. I thought I will be so bored and lonely, as I did not know anyone, and expected my work was not going to be fun. I came from Sydney via San Francisco, which was more than 10 hours flight, and then a few more hours to Philly. It was a long flight. I was alone, stayed in a modest accommodation, which was quite an old building yet maintained well. I felt so calm though, just at peace, and surprisingly at home. Maybe it was the historical vibe, the old places, maybe BF (Benjamin Franklin’s good ghost) that made me feel comfortable. But maybe, it was also the fact that I was by myself, the first time I was away from home for such a long time, and away without any relatives or friends, and it gave me some sense of peace to just be thoughtful and introspective. It was work, eat, then hotel to sleep for most of the days. On weekends though, I had time to tour the place, and somehow bonded with the memories of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and history, and was fascinated by the Liberty Bell, the writing of the Constitution and all the significant events that happened in the place. Yes, Philly grew on me and I loved the place by the end of my assignment. I did meet lots of new friends too and got to taste Philly’s nice falafel (what I ate nearly everyday) and pizza.
Let me share some pics here, and whilst you look at them, I have the link of TSOP from the 70’s that you can listen to…. enjoy the memories and ‘The Sound of Philadelphia’ 🙂 …..
– performed by MFSB and the Third Degrees vocals
The right to life, liberty, & the pursuit of happiness..
As I love philosophy and philosophical discussions, I enjoyed visiting the American Philosophical Society.
Wandering through the historical grounds made me imagine how it would have been talking to Benjamin Franklin, and yes, Thomas Jefferson. I would have enjoyed a discussion on freedom, the constitution, and maybe, introducing them to social media and all the crazy stuff from our time. I wonder what BF would have to say 🙂
Some poems are featured in my book ‘The Forsaken Muse, a Woman’s Journey from Sorrow to Hope’.
Disclaimer: The characters, stories, & poetry depicted are fictional. Most of these were written from a long time ago. They don’t necessarily meet the haikus’ strict measures of syllables.
You are hers, me his
While we think of you and me,
Tragic love we have.
Paper boats sail on rainy nights
Like childhood dreams.
Your Hand’s Warmth
I miss the touch of warm hands
That give me a sense of ‘home’
I hardly see them now, even
Have they gone cold?
Dark clouds pregnant with rain
Remind me I need to take shelter.
Being wet and cold
is not a pleasant feeling.
I go around in circles
No beginning and no end
Until I start to get dizzy
And realise my stupidity.
We move confined in a box
That gets smaller by the day
Today it has become a dot
Where we cannot move.
At Last, Tears
I celebrate today
They flowed like rain
Like rain, pouring.
One Last Time
One last time,
I will make one final stand
And hope to write one last poem
with me smiling. 🙂
After all the hurt,
I promise ~ ‘One day I’ll write a happy poem’.
First published 13 November 2010
There’s a smile inside
my core waiting to come out
However the hurt….
There’s a smile inside
Like the sun at daybreak
waiting to come out
However the hurt. ..
It is the nature of ‘sun’ to give light
Darkness never prevails,
~ October 2011