I know I have been an absentee blogger (again) these past couple of months and then I came across this blog from a fellow Filipina (the salt of your skin) who posted an open letter by a Filipino executive to CNN’s Anderson Cooper. I thought I had to share this with you.
My country has been hit hard by possibly the strongest recorded storm to make landfall and even though I am in Canada, I still feel the heartbreak that my people collectively feels towards the tragedy. But, we’re Filipinos, resilient and strong. We’ve gone through a lot of storms and always come back from them with renewed faith and strength. Continue reading Open Letter to CNN
Sorry my English speaking and reading friends, but this is another Filipino/Tagalog post. But for your understanding, the word “tula” is Filipino for poem. The poem here as well as the last one I posted entitled Tula, were composed while I was back in the Philippines stuck behind the wheel in extreme traffic. Continue reading Another “tula” about traffic in the Philippines
The weather here in Winnipeg, Canada is starting to get to me. Spring has officially started last March, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. We’re still having cold temperatures and snow till yesterday! We’ve been looking forward to getting the garden ready, but with the cold and white stuff on the ground, I’m starting to wonder if we’ll even have Spring or just jump straight into Summer.
Then I see these videos to add to my already frazzled emotional state. Made me realize what I am missing.
These are just glimpses of how beautiful MY Philippines is. And I miss everything about it and all that it represents in my life. Yes, even the crowded malls, the traffic, and the pollution. it’s what makes it home 🙂
Beautiful Palawan and the rich culture and history surrounding Manila, the Region’s capital.
About 3 years ago the Philippines was hit by a terrible typhoon (you can read about an old blog I wrote about that here) that brought about the most flood water that I have ever experienced in my life. The streets were so deep in flood water that rescuers had to use boats to get to the top of houses where most of the residents stayed and waited. Our whole house was totally submerged. Unprepared, we weren’t able to save anything but the lives of the ones who were currently in the house when the flood waters came.
It’s now happening again. No typhoon this time, but the torrential downpour and the unending rainfall has accumulated more rain water than the previous typhoon that besieged my country… and painfully my family.
It’s agonizing to be so far away, safe, dry, and comfortable when I know my family has to sleep in somebody else’s bed, if they even sleep at all with the rains still falling. I feel so helpless.
I know they are safe, everyone’s accounted for. The house and everything else that were flooded are just material things that can be replaced or fixed. I just wish I could be there for my family; to hold their hands for strength, to make the family whole in facing yet another wrinkle.
I just take comfort in the fact that my family is resilient and strong in both spirit and faith. Nothing fazes them and I know that this too will be just another trial that they will overcome.