Summer

It’s as if someone suddenly turned off the airconditioner. The days are now hot, it might as well be Summer already. I miss the chill weather of early January. Sad, I just bought new jackets and now I’m tucking them away.

And there are a lot of things that need I to do for March! I have to sketch and finish my works soon. It’s exciting and at the same time making me really nervous. Wow, finally, one of my dreams is coming true! Yey!

I’ve encountered the poetry of Mary Oliver in some magazines. I’ve copied some of them into my inspiration notebook. But here’s one that I missed and just found it on someone’s blog. I like so much, it’s for sharing.

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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I say — just go for what you want.

Eight and Twenty

Turned 28 years old last week, woo-hoo! Exciting, but had to endure the teasing that came from my family: “Tanda mo na!” “Magpakasal ka na!” “Grabe Dang…”

Oh shush! Anyhoo…

I’m so grateful for the things that have come my way, for amazing friendships, opportunities that come knocking twice (exhibit!), a-ha moments in self-discovery, fun trips and adventures ahead, love that continues to grow and mature, and the gift of laughter. Sometimes I am such a serious girl, I’m glad can just let loose from time to time.

And hey, I curled my hair! I really wanted to color it red or something far from dark brown…but I guess I wasn’t ready for it yet. What I like most about my curly/magulo hair is that I don’t need to brush it! It’s supposed to be big and magulo. Hooray!

And now, words from the wise, my favorite poet Rumi. Here’s a gift to fellow artists!

We must become ignorant
Of all we’ve been taught,
And be, instead, bewildered.

Run from what’s profitable and comfortable
If you drink those liqueurs, you’ll spill
The spring waters of your real life.

Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

I have tried prudent planning
Long enough, from now
On, I’ll live mad.

Hello World!

And we sail on to 2009!

I’m really looking forward to this year. I’ve got lots and lots of plans, ofcourse. Looking forward to more adventures, travels, lots of art and love!

“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” Omar Khayyam

I hope all your dreams come true.