The air is back to being humid, the cool breeze almost gone. It gets a little hotter everyday with tinges of cool winds as refreshing hope. The kids are bracing for the last quarter examinations for the school year, anticipating the lazy days ahead. The malls are dressed in candy colored umbrellas and inflatables, adorned in mannequins in charming swimwear. Yes, summer i s beckoning!
In our tropical country, what would you give to plunge into cool, tempting swimming pools?! The previous summers have been characterized by swimming pools that have been part of beautiful summer memories…
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” — Henry James
“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” — William Shakespeare
“Rejoice as summer should…chase away sorrows by living.” — Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy
So many pools for so many summers. I think this is because the kids, while they were younger were fonder of pools than beaches or lakes. This time around, I’d much rather celebrate the summer with this…
The older we get, the more difficult it is to make friends. Our social interaction as adults are influenced by our moods, our time, our emotions and our personal interests. We can’t help human nature. These thoughts come to me as I have watched toddlers make friends. Making friends in kindergarten seemed easier. We were more available, less conscious of time, unbound by trust issues and innocent of emotions. As children, we made friends with the most raw feelings, brave enough to say what we want , embrace when we want and kiss and hug all we want. There was no protective barrier back then. These changes through the years.
So when you get to keep a friendship that goes way back into our growing up years, it is so important to nurture this gift. Not everyone holds this precious gift of friendship. I know of some people who find it difficult to identify who their real friends are, though they are extremely liked and loved.
One of my dearest friends is Jo, a college buddy who I have come to know, understand and love through the years. It is amazing that while we spend less of our time together (because we are miles apart), I have come to know her better. I understand her better. And I find comfort in her like she does in me. Our friendship gave birth to a special gift — the friendship of our children. Her daughter Lehanne is 11. My daughter Yna is 13. Since they were toddlers, they were exposed to each other whenever Jo and I meet up. This happens only once a year but whenever they see each other, they seem to be life-long friends. When we all got together recently, the most natural topic was the realization of how the kids have grown through the years. I pointed out to my friend that while we preserved our friendship, the two kids seemed to have something blossoming between them too. We watch them take ‘selfless,’ chat candidly, giggle nervously as tweens and touch each other affectionately. It’s such a wonderful offspring of the friendship I have with Jo.
“Walang signal!” (There’s no signal!) In here, when someone says this line, it simply means that mobile phones cannot get a network signal. Therefore, immediate communication is impossible.
I have regarded absence of cellphone signal in two ways. One, it can be good — because it can mean a break. And it’s temporary anyway. Signal will be back soon. Two, it can be really bad — because when those phone calls from my husband are gone, it awakens feelings of anxiety and longing. Even if it is only temporary, it can get too much. I just have to know that he is safe and when things are too much for me in the daily grind, I just need those phone calls, though I know I can manage.
On the other end, I cannot imagine how sailors get by, being away from loved ones for such long periods without any form of communication. Now, I can imagine because my husband gave me an idea. Just look at this!
I realized that when Constancio talks to me, he has to use a headset because the phones cannot be moved around. He also has his back to the sea because the winds would be a major distraction. And they take turns to use this “station.”
Like me, they would do everything and explore creative means to simply know that they’re families are okay. Most of us will do that, I guess.
“Creativity is the fragrance of individual freedom.”
This has to be one of my favorite thoughts on creativity. Osho said this. I read it in one of his insightful books on mindfulness and reflection. To me, the literally most creative people are artists, arts and crafts people, advertisers, marketing people, carpenters, architects — because their creative outputs tend to be tangible, most of the time. I know though that mathematicians, scientists, rigid military personnel (like my husband) can be creative too. Moms (definitely!) are creative creatures. One cannot compound the creativity that a mother and wife cooks up in her daily life. Everyone can be creative and this is because when humans feel that freedom of thoughts and expression, creativity naturally flows.
I love looking at arts and crafts blogs and wading through Pinterest photos that just amaze me with how individuals make use of their imagination. Though I appreciate looking at them, it’s not easy for me to get my hands on craft materials and create something. Once in a while, I try.
I wanted a practical mouse pad.When I work, I use the mouse and make notes at the same time. I write things I want to remember, a to do list before I open the computer, songs I want to download, movies I want to watch…I just write while I work. It helps me get things organized. I saw a nice ready made mouse pad / notebook in a book shop but found it expensive and it was not the right size I wanted.
So, I decided to improvise. I found a stack of Miquelrius designer notebooks on sale and I picked a size that can suit my need for a mousepad. I used it in landscape mode and spruced it up with washi tape love. Voila! I now have my perfect mouse pad! Now each page holds my precious doodling while working. As I leaf through its pages, it somehow tells a story of how the month or week has been for me. I like it too that I can design it as I please.
Last weekend, I was thinking of what food to share for my son’s soccer game. Everyone seems to be bringing everything. Inspired by a Pinterest photo, I decided to make Gummy Candy Kebabs. I love how it bursts with color! It was easy to do yet it needed patience and mindfulness. It was a nice exercise mixing colors and textures in the creative attempt to balance each stick.
These two things were simple to do but it is an expression and a shot at doing things differently from time to time. Isn’t that what creativity is all about?