In the eye of the storm

The Philippines had just two storms, Karen and Lawin, enter in succession in just one week. For me, my storm was this past first half of the school year. Looking back, it feels like it was so long that it was gone in a blink of an eye. I experienced rains, gusts, and at times peaceful days. It’s like the government suspending classes only to go out of your house with the sun greeting you a good morning. When you’re a student or a teacher or even a parent of a schooling child here in the Philippines, you can relate to this. We have twenty typhoons every year not counting the low pressure areas or tropical depressions. 

And because it’s school break, I can afford to wake up in the morning just recalling about a recent dream and musing the past five months of teaching. When I was in elementary or high school, I caught myself a lot staring outside the window or doodling. Daydreaming is my past time. Not that I am twenty seven, I still long for these kind of opportunities. Even if I am busy teaching, I still have lots of free time. My compulsion is to use internet or play a computer game. I often forget to read books, write a journal, spend time in silence, adore the Holy Presence in the chapel, and other things that are done solitarily (except the last example).

Tomorrow will be our Personnel Retreat. I hope that with this, I can spend more time in silence. The only exception will be the writing in my journal and on this blog. 

May you have a blessed Sunday. Peace be with you.

The Great Rain

Photo via madisonwoods.wordpress.com

In a tropic, it’s weird not to experience rain.

For the past months, it hasn’t rained that much.

The nature is catching up with its delayed schedule, I thought.

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It’s Saturday and it’s raining really hard.

Even if it’s still morning, I decided to go back to bed.

Electricity is out, what else can I do?

I decided to spend my day snoring.

Then I woke up in the evening.

I’m surprised it’s still pouring.

Even without the radio, I can tell it’s a storm.
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It rained like it poured for one month without ceasing.

Then the river overflowed.

The Great Rain poured.

It unleashed its Wrath upon us.

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P.S.: Read Madison Woods’ Contemplative – a poem. She belongs to a group called Friday Fictioneers, who writes 100-words Flash Fiction every Friday.