Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Pinto means Door

Translated into English, pinto means "door". In my dreams , I see a french door which opens into a secret garden, mysterious and awe inspiring, a door that leads me to beauty that only God can handwrite. There's grapevine trailing along crisscrosing wood that let's you peek.

e.e. cummings said "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience..."

A door is just that... it can mean an experience that has been waiting for you to open...
It speaks of opportunity, the door which may open just a tiny bit for a tiny fraction of a moment, maybe disguised thinly as a challenge, or as difficulty.

Someone close to me,my sister is going to a far place, where she sees this slim crack, a door that may be the one door that can lead to other chances. Because what is a chance but a choice you take for yourself past all fears, past all ifs and buts.

The challenge quickens the blood and makes one feel alive. 
The choice renders you captain of your soul. Because a door is just that, a challenge and a choice.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain

Sunday, January 1, 2012

A beautiful and meaningful New Year to All...

 I want to share these passages by T.S. Elliot:

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.

                                                -T.S.Eliot    " Four Quartets"

 A farewell to 2011. And a BIG welcome to 2012.Dreams are always there in my pockets. Always a chance to do something new...

Christmas with Edward Scissorhands

It is different now. Used be that when December comes the  cold air would remind us of the most anticipated day of he year.
Now it's been raining and the air is soggier than cool.
Some people would be agog,what with Christmas just around the corner. But me, I wait for Christmas because every year , I sleep at Christmas day. I make certain that we celebrate on the 24th. Christmas is a "relax day" for me. My children know that they each make  appointments and try to give me this day on my own.

What I do is I just eat the leftovers in the fridge, snuggle on my couch and turn the TV on. One of the staples is my favorite "Edward Scissorhands". It never fails to get me teary eyed when Kim and Edward have their tender moments. Another fave is that endearing " Love Actually". I do believe in Christmas.Ido! I do!

Christmas is and forever will be synonymous with my father. Once upon a time, my father introduced us to his own brand of Christmas. I remember waking up one day with a white Christmas tree in the living room, it was made of cotton!  He would make us put up stocking the day before Christmas. At night I would peep and try to catch Santa in action. But I never could catch him. One time my dad made a chimney made of japanese paper. It was awesome. As a child, that's something one could remember. Now as an adult, That's one I cherish. Every Christmas was an event for us because of my dad.