Teaching Charism

I joined the teaching sub-ministy to exercise my charism. Today is the first time it is exposed to the public eye, that is, to the members of the other young adult ministry I am part of. With thorough research in a span of two days and a little Powerpoint, I was able to pull it off. The positive feedbacks affirmed the experience. And I am happy to have pushed myself to the limits, to be God's instrument. Teaching is truly a passion for me. :)

BB

Who says BlackBerry is a mundane, all-business (yawn) device? Theme exported from BB World that time-warped my phone's face to its youngest days. A mature outlook with a Sesame Street visage. Haha!

Walking the Walk

Morning walk under the garments of enormous trees that encase the sidewalk is the type of exercise I don't mind taking. It used to be a burden to me, the long walk from my abode to the stop where I hitch my morning ride. But since we transferred to our new home with huge trees a normal sight, the walk has become a deliberate and enjoyable option. :)

Angelology

After Delirium, Angelology. One of the reviews stated that it is much, much better than Dan Brown. We'll see. :)

Black Birds

My friend and I were walking in the middle of a crowded place, talking about how the day progressed, when a breath-taking scenery stopped me in our tracks. Birds, a flock of twenty I believe, hovered the are in unprecedented flight. Black birds coloring the blue to sunset hue of the sky, it stopped me from breathing. It was amazing.

Delirium

After months of installment reading, I have finally finished reading this beautiful book. Just when I thought it is all about teenage dreams, I was taken aback by its labyrinth of stories, and was surprised with the ending. All suppressed emotions brought about by Love, its main theme from an oblique angle, the only way to punctuate the last two pages is by crying. I shed tears at 1am, and only the four corners of my room being the only thing that was still breathing, and my witness.

It was a good experience.

Home-bound Sunday

I was alone this Sunday afternoon, drowned in the endless playbacks of music of Gavin deGraw and Keane. It was 3pm, the sun was high, my windows were hospitable to the wind that lulled and drove me to the place closest to my heart. Nostalgia attacked me, and I caved.

I'm not sure if it can be counted a happy memory. Leaves fell, days tore, years passed. Yet, the image of home, once it decides to visit me, still brings longing that cannot be refilled. The song 'Home' by Michael Buble says it all. And I wish I was.