Sacrifice

There a million things vying for my attention almost at the exact time, and I find myself making 10,000 decisions every minute, especially now that I have taken a new role as a mom. Often, even taking time for myself seems a waste, but its a sacrifice I need to make for myself. A sacrifice I need to convince myself, worth taking, if at all.

And this poem is a reflection of just that. I yearn for those quiet moments, but sometimes, life’s call is 10x stronger than of those flitting quiet longings.

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the night grips

enticing i

to sit under the stars

and stare at the vast velvet expanse

summoning

to step out behind the dusty, flimsy door

just one more step

just lie across the grass

feel the wind upon your face

tuck your arms under you head

i, hesitated

and walked away

 

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Has elections always been this stupefyingly crazy for both the Philippines and the US? or is it the added social media flair, magnifying even the microscopic crud of politics? When has political disagreements turned into death threats and a reason for broken relationships? When has civil conversations disintegrated?

Shire’s “Home” poem reached its social media popularity when the Syrian refugees reached the borders of Europe. The one I posted here is just a fraction of the entire poem, and what I feel is a reflection of many, many Filipino immigrants around the world. Though her circumstances in Africa differ from the Philippines, the anguish, sadness, and bitterness is hauntingly similar. I could only wish that the next Philippine president will yield its power for the betterment of the Filipino people, and those who have decided to leave “Home” will find it pleasing and safe to come back again, and again, and again, and again.

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Our 2014 trip to El Nido, Palawan Philippines

HOME

by: Warsan Shire

i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i don’t know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here

Sunday Currently 2016.3

Time check 10:26PM.

READINGThe Daily Post to get that creative juices flowing. Such a good idea to do!

FEELING – elated! I did check-off a few things of my to-do list, PLUS Emory – my son’s first birthday is coming up.

LISTENING – to the whirring of the ceiling fan. Mommy time at its finest.

THINKING – of really challenging myself to blog at least once a week this year. What would that look like? How will I sustain it?

WANTING – a mani pedi, an eyebrow wax, a haircut, and a spa massage…I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it. <<< Bad financial mindset, btw.

WEARING – a good old tank top, and shorts.

NEEDING -some sleep. some seriously, deep, pre-baby, sleep.

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It might have been the iced latte and a sip of the espresso soda we had this morning,  but my brain is working nonstop since our meeting at the church. My think box is bursting at the seams, seriously!

READING – a 100-page report for our school’s accreditation this week. Whew!

WRITING – drafts, blogs posts, drafts, drafts, lesson plans, ideas, drafts, drafts, drafts…

LISTENING – to Ocean’s by: Hillsong United and Closer by: Bethel Music for some needed calm.

THINKING – of a multitude of things. Shall I name them all? Emory’s upcoming party, school accreditation, lesson ideas, writing ideas, ministry, art projects, etc. etc. etc.

WANTING – to finish my students’ report cards.

WEARING – my jammies I got from Ross 10 years ago. No kidding!

NEEDING – a break from these random sickness plaguing our household! First, the stomach flu, then my laryngitis, and now, Emory’s sty!!! Oi!

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It’s 6:51 Easter morning, and I am trying to squeeze in writing this post. It will be a busy day for our small clan with church, ministry, and a day at the mall today, and oh yeah, Emory gets to finally wear this cute little blue suit a friend gave us. So here goes…

READING – the plethora of blogs I’ve missed, particularly Writemeg.com !

WRITING – drafts for future posts – lots of them! Having neglected my need to write for uh a really long time, it came back with a vengeance. And this time, I think I’ve starved it enough where the need could last pretty long-er.

LISTENING – to Emory happily babbling in the background. It starts at mamamamm, dadadada, tatatata, then some rambled phonemes and some lip smacks, too! No, but really -Adele. Adele is my default.

THINKING – of unfulfilled visions and dreams…how am I going to get there, and when am I going to see it come to pass.

WANTING – at least a half an hour nap. And food. Something cold to combat this humidity. Gelato? Ice cream? Yogurt? Halo-halo?

THANKING – God for the everyday and the reason for Resurrection Sunday. How gracious God is to me and my family!

WEARING – a pair of high-waisted pants, a pale yellow cardigan over a flowery cropped top, and sandals.

NEEDING – to drink more hot lemon tea and honey for this annoying laryngitis to permanently leave me alone.