Today, exactly one month since I started the lay-out, I’m almost done with the draft of our MAPAC newsletter.Initially, my goal is to finish the draft last November 7. But because I lack articles, I was not able to achieve the set date. But I’m happy my announce that last night, I was able to put up most of the articles in the lay-out. I initially planned to join the NaNoWrimo this November but priorities comes first. Nevertheless, I still think of some plot and scenes and all that stuff once in a while (usually during my stay in the comfort room). So my target date now is to finish the draft next week, November 21 and print copies on the final Sunday of the Liturgical Year, Christ the King (on November 23). If I waited until Advent, the theme of our newsletter will change.
Thank God I have Brothers who are helping me to get the articles done nicely. Since I suck in writing English, I’m blessed to get a helping hand from a proofreader Brother who is a native speaker of English. Thanks to our liaison in the Communications Committee for pushing me to work consistently in my own pace. I’m sorry, I’m taking too much time in planning and designing the lay-out. I know I’m still an amateur when it comes to these things.
Though I’m not yet done, I already feel elated. It’s like I’m playing basketball with a 20 point-lead on the final two minutes of the last quarter.
I thought losing a found treasure is hard. But for me, I lost it effortlessly.
I retired playing competitive chess when I graduated in high school. In truth, it was not a conscious decision. Funny things happened when I was a freshman in college. Before I entered college, I was trying out in different chess varsity teams. My coach offered me a not really known college telling me that I’m guaranteed to receive full scholarship there. I turned it down because I don’t like the school. I heard they specialize in nursing but I am never interested in that field. So that’s why I was the one looking for a school to give me an athletic scholarship. Colleges also accommodate mental athletes like me, right? Continue reading →
Warning: I’m just playing here so nothing really is worth reading here unless you insist.
Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force. How does that make you feel?
Twist: Write in your own voice.
Me: I feel nothing. Nada. Zero. Wala. How do I feel when I cannot even think of any event that I’m attached to. Continue reading →
What is your favorite childhood meal? Mine is a sweet porridge we call champorado. What is it made of? We cook it with rice and chocolate and if you like, put some milk and more sugar if you like your meal sweeter. My mother cooks it during our meriendain the afternoon. Mother’s champorado serves for all the family members, particularly us children. Since Philippines is a tropical country, it’s best to eat it during rainy season. In summertime, our cousins even join us inside our house and Mama makes sure that she cooks extra servings for them.
But there’s one memorable “champorado experience”. One time, Mama used wheat instead of rice in our champorado. I just came from school and it was raining that time. It was so good was sharing it with my cousin. Even my uncle know how good it by just seeing us eating when he exclaimed “Uy, trigo.” As I recall this specific porridge, I realize that even as a child, I am already capable of contemplation. Or maybe it’s just that my mother’s cooking is enough to elicit such reaction. Yes it’s mundane but all I can share you is the emotion I felt that time. It’s not even served during important occasions but champorado makes my meal special.
Since I’m not a child anymore, I don’t eat it more often as I used to. Months ago, I was in Mindanao when I last had a champorado. I made one for myself. I used oats, put some hot water, and mix it with Milo and brown sugar. It’s still one of my favorite meal and every time I eat, I eat it mindfully, savoring every scoop. With champorado, I can bring in my inner child.
Do you have a “champorado experience” worth remembering?
I’m not a talker… I’m more of a listener. Recently, during a spiritual direction session, I and the spiritual director (S.D.) just sat in silence. I’m just… well… trying to anticipate a question or a response from what I just said earlier. I was expecting him to talk.
We spent 5 minutes in an uncomfortable silence without talking.
Then my director got his notebook, turned the pages, then read what he wrote about our previous session. He expected me to be the one to talk! Closing the notebook, he followed that he encourages me to pause so I can reflect carefully.
This is not the first time that it happened to me. Before religious life, it was during courtship and dating. Now, it is during a spiritual direction.
That’s why last Tuesday, I told my S.D. that I really found the silence uncomfortable and I will tell him whenever I expect him to talk or comment when I’m finished talking. Like tennis, I serve then you hit the ball back to me. But in a spiritual direction, I need to ask whenever the “ball” is on my court because I don’t usually see it.
I have an embarrassing confession to make. Before I entered consecrated life, I was a non-practicing Catholic who does not know well about our Church and her catechism. It is a long story to tell. To put it simply, I was not well catechized. And now that I am a Marist Brother, I need to start from the basics like sacraments, liturgy, and the scriptures.
It is not that I do not know the rites; I just do not understand a lot of things on how or why we do them.
It is not that I do not know the gospel; I just realized that there is a lot of things that I need to know about the scriptures.
I need to know.
I need to understand.
These are just the steps I have to take to go to the mountain of the Lord.