Like a narrow footpath leading to majestic waters, grief envelopes my heart. Memories of souls gone by rush down like a waterfall. They have walked the path many times, with giggles, with thrill, with laughter that filled the air. …

As I write on my desk now, I could hear the sound of water from the road nearby flowing into our property. In the rare occasions that I am here in Brooke’s Point, Palawan, I have not anticipated that I would be up for another surprise during December. Our Decembers…

Do you write with your hand alone? Or you write with your heart and mind? Oh dear, the pen and keyboards flow on their own. Ideas from the depths of the mind. Feelings from the vaults of the soul. How can you write with your hand alone? If it is the…

I think about the many years away. And the lands found faraway. People I have never met. Oh dear, not even a single string of their hair. Yet why do I care? Often I wander in the vastness of the digital world. And in the depths of my own inner world. Sometimes…

“[Death] brings forth one of the greatest of all ironies. It makes up for the most difficult of all riddles. It gives no peace for peace to be born. It shakes up all the certainty for certainty to be understood. …

When I think of my birthday, I think of a privilege. The privilege to live for another year. Having in mind that not everyone can make it through another birthday. In the last two or so years, I have made it a habit to send myself a scheduled email which…

The flurry of people that overwhelms the naked eye. Chaos at first glance. Yet there is logic. It dictates their presence, the way they are dressed and how they move. Their convergence in a sea of space. It has a power to build concretes that embrace the sky. It unleashes the creativity…

Tears fall endlessly and anxiety is being felt so deeply. They represent the love given to the country. A kind of love deeper than other loves. The love that extends to others and the wholeness of society. Along with it is the strength dedicated to the greatness of the nation. …

Sa mga butil ng luha at kaba ng dibdib, umaagos at tumitikbok ang nagising na pag-ibig. Ang pagmamahal na pinamalas higit na malalim. Minahal ang kapwa at ang sinisintang bansa. Lakas inialay upang bayan maging dakila. Lubhang masakit sapagkat lubos na nagmahal. Mga adhika, umaagos sa bawat butil ng luha. Sa bawat…