It was on a windy afternoon when I realized I am jealous of the wind. I saw how it slowly lifted a blue kite from the ground and dangled it up in the air to the delight of the kite’s owner, a handsome little boy.
I think it is so much fun if I can be the wind!
I will fly and and glide in the wide, bright blue sky.
I will climb toward Brother Sun to greet him, and chat with Sister Moon from dusk till dawn.
I will rouse the sleepy branches of a mango tree and ask them to dance gently.
I will sing. Yes, I will sing. Because the heaven hears the wind’s hundreds of verses.
I will command a pack of cottony clouds to sail to the east, to my beloved country where the sun rises early.
I will twirl and tumble over each great valley and plateau and marvel at God’s creation below.
I will pass over vast plains and savor the view of its evenness, of eternal rice fields and blankets of green shrubs.
I will touch the earth and blow soberly over the grasses and flowers. Oh, it will be delightful to see long-stemmed flowers waving a thousand arms!
I will bring rain clouds to dry, barren lands so the earth can quench its thirst and its creatures can stop dreaming of the rain.
I will playfully make dragons out of the sea water and let them rise above pirate ships to scare pirates.
I will stalk a maya bird hovering in a branch or a Philippine eagle soaring above a large blue lake.
There will be so much more fun things I will do if I can be the wind, and that includes kissing your cheeks gently and blowing all your worries away.
Posted 7 years, 7 months ago at 10:00 am. 24 comments
I was feeling a little low recently because I had to move the scheduled second distribution of pencils in Northern Samar to a later date due to rough weather. But God is good, He made me feel so much better through some kindhearted people in Davao City.
All that was needed to lift my spirit up were these:
These were taken from the first distribution of Pens of Hope in Davao last August 9. Kikit and her team composed mostly of volunteers from Ateneo de Davao’s Social Involvement Coordinating Office (SICO) with the help of Kabantan-onan Nga Aktibo ug Responsableng Dabawenyo Andam Moalagad sa Syodad (KARDAMS) have thoroughly planned the activity. The result was a day of fun and excitement for the children as well as for the volunteers who did not only distribute pencils but also played with the kids! Cool! 🙂
I hope you can visit the blog of Pens of Hope in Davao to read more about what transpired on that day and leave comments to inspire the volunteers more 😉 Oh, did I mention that they are now gearing up for the second distribution? Wish them luck when you visit their blog. More pictures of the distribution can be found here.
To Kikit and all the volunteers, congratulations for a job well done! And thank you very much for bringing Pens of Hope to Davao!
Posted 7 years, 7 months ago at 10:20 am. 18 comments
When I was about 6 or 7 years old, my teacher lent me an old book. Its edges were torn and brittle, it’s pages already turned yellow. The book was a treasure for me. It was the true story of Sadako Sasaki and the thousand paper cranes.
Sadako was a girl who lived in Hiroshima at the time of the atomic bombing. She was two when the atomic bomb was dropped on the city. Sadako survived the bombing. She grew up to be a girl with many dreams, one of them is to become a runner for her school team.
But ten years after the bombing, Sadako became very ill. She was diagnosed with leukemia, an illness she developed from the atomic bomb radiation. It devastated Sadako. She knew that she would have to stop running. But when her friend, Chizuko, made a golden paper crane for her, Sadako hoped to get better soon. According to an old Japanese story, a sick person who is able to fold 1000 paper cranes is supposed to become healthy again.
Full of hope and optimism, Sadako folded paper cranes even on days when she was feeling tired. After a few weeks, she had already made hundreds of paper cranes.
Sadako felt she was getting weaker and weaker. Still, she never gave up hope. She continued folding paper cranes on days she would feel better, until one day she became too weak to fold one more. The last paper crane which she folded was number 644. Sadako died on Oc.t 24, 1955 and a statue of a golden crane was built in Hiroshima to honor her. Words about her story spread and inspired hope all over the world.
Sadako’s story of hope and courage in the face of adversity stuck in my young mind. After reading Sadako’s story, I started learning to fold paper cranes. It was something that would keep me occupied on many rainy days.
It’s been a while since I last folded paper cranes. But this morning I folded one again, one yellow paper crane, to honor a woman who never gave up hope for her people and for her motherland.
She was, and still is, my yellow paper crane, a woman whose courage kept her afloat in many trying times; a woman whose brave spirit will live in the hearts of many people; a woman whose unassuming character will always inspire me to embrace humility and simplicity; a woman whose unwavering Faith will always be an inspiration to remain steadfast and strong in my Faith.
Thank you and goodbye, former president Cory Aquino.
Posted 7 years, 7 months ago at 1:50 pm. 32 comments