Speechless.
March 24, 2009
BUGNAY, PHILIPPINES
Hilltop, Kalinga
March 13, 2009
Zeny, Jo & I went to Hilltop. Achao drove us.
An old man asked to have his picture taken with me. “I will hold my cane” he told me.
Pregnant woman gathered and we sang english and but but songs.
We talked about ways to bless babies in the womb.
And how babies can hear muffled voices and music through the water that surrounds them.
Everyone ate snacks of muffins and tang. Then prenatal check ups.
All is well. We are thankful and somewhat unsurprised – these women are incredibly strong and healthy.
More talking and joking and laughing.
“We do not believe in family planning. We believe in family planting.”
The local pastor wished for a dozen children. He has six. And grandchildren now.
He prizes his “most beautiful woman”.
Children are blessings. Families are priceless.
carlston’s lobby @ 1am and then..
March 8, 2009
PM 9:30 : The lobby has free wifi!
PM 10:00 : No worries about anything; 4 security guards present.
PM 10:15 : Concerned about little fish’s poor health.
PM 10:30 : Facebook-ing ..
PM 11:00 : New guests arrive… with matching sweatsuits.
PM 11:45 : THUD. Opening yellow elevator doors reveal collapsed foreign man.
PM 11:46 : Heroic security guards help him. JO & I gather courage for our CPR skills.
PM 11:47 : CPR not indicated (thankfully)
PM 11:48 : Foreign man (pale and disoriented) on couch after second collapse.
PM 11:49 : Foreign man comes to; drinking a coke. More foreign guests arriving.
PM 11:52 : Collapsing man into elevator without mishap; followed by guard.
PM 11:59 : New foreign men guests arrive. One goes to room.
AM 12:00 : Strange car arrives. Other newly arrived guest slips guard large wad of cash. Then leaves.
AM 12:00 : Guards suddenly are carrying automatic weapons. Still no worries though..
AM 12:02 : Happy guard fumbling with automatic weapon. He gets scolded. Hmmm..
AM 12:05 : Receives lesson on using automatic weapon from the more experienced guard.
AM 12:30 : Facebook is addicting. So is reading the news.
AM 12:45 : Guards more relaxed since the guests from earlier are gone..
AM 1:00 : JO & I go to bed. Next door phone rings every 135 seconds for a while.
AM 1:10 : Room 418 is the arctic. No control on AC.
AM 5:30 : Saying goodbye to JO’s dad.
AM 6:00 : Consider switching off breaker going to aircon. Unsure what else that breaker controls. Decide risk is too high.
AM 9:00 : Good breakfast of rice, fish, sweet sausage and coffee.
AM 10:00 : Checking out.
AM 10:15 : Taxi driver promises a working meter.
AM 10:16 : Meter not on. Driver fumbling with it. Mutters something about lucky day.
AM 10:17 : Lucky because if meter is broken… by law we get a free ride…
AM 10:17 : And… CRASH! Someone’s blue car door is now quite crunched.
AM 10:19 : Blue car driver touches driver’s side window with one finger. All the glass falls out.
AM 10:22 : Standing on the street. Taxi driver quite distraught. Many spectators.
AM 10:30 : We find another taxi after 2 tries.
AM 11:30 : At bus station to purchase tickets to Tabuk.
Raindrops in March.
March 6, 2009
Some moments are so distinct they cannot be compared to anything. This day qualified.
Pesos 39.95
February 28, 2009
Yesterday I found Edgar Pierre for 19.95 pesos.
Today I paid a fine of 20 pesos to get him back.
And at some point… he will be painted.
Right here.
No rush for words.
Ambling through contemplations
Of wonder.
Acknowledging You.
Glimpsing incomprehensible goodness.
Memorizing the pneuma of You.
Breathe me alive;
Transform.
mg returns..
February 15, 2009
However long.. the time has passed by in a rather undocumented fashion. Well.. undocumented in this crevice of the universe at least. And the causative factor of my de-presence? Oi.. no less than revenge of the frequently reincarnated to do list. How is it that 1 accomplishment morphs into a multitude of not yet accomplished-ments? Hmm.. the mysteries of life.
Life is full to the brim. Full of wonderful-ish things. Like a green mug full of black coffee. Like change. Paradigm shifts. New ideas. Regenerated plans. Revivified days. Good things. Good times. Grand, really.
About an hour after Daniel Jay’s birth. I left my camera with Jemmar.. this was my favorite of all the ones he took while I was away charting..
Manila. All 4 the sake of a passport stamp.
June 27, 2008
outside. and. in.
May 13, 2008
