Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Happy Birthday to my baby - Sept 24

My sweet boy, I dream of you long before you were born. I remember vividly the moment when I saw you. Not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense. It wasn’t when I felt the first kick of your precious little foot in my womb, nor was it when the doctor lifted you, and in the slumber of surgery I saw you, still wet and screaming. It was in that joyful moment when I realized God meant for you to be; that you'd become what you are today. You see, God had you in His mind ever since the beginning of time.... I had you in my heart ever since I thought of you the first time.


Before you were born, I already had two little angels --your brother and sister-- silently, I waited for you. Right after your litter sister was born, grandma talked about sterilization. My hopes were shattered. How could anyone decide my life and take away from me the joys of having you? I would not let anyone do anything like that...



You see, they didn’t know you then, but I did. I had already seen you with my heart... and I loved you long before you were even formed.


Of all of my children, you are the one with eyes that can see the unseen. You are a sensitive soul; intuitive, caring, gentle, and a seeker of wisdom, always looking for purpose and meaning. Your life has no artificiality but, rather, a radiation of inner richness. You’re a sweet reward to me, and a blessing from above.

I couldn’t be any prouder than I am today of you; I loved you from the start. It’s a privilege to be your mother. Happy Birthday, Brian!


( Isn't he handsome!)


Thursday, August 28, 2008

WHAT makes you feel REBELLIOUS?

This is my blog, right?

And in my blog I can be whatever I want to be, and I can say and do whatever I want to say and do, even if in real life I would never ever do what I say here I’d do. Right? Well then....

1: I refuse to work, or write, or talk or pay the bills... (I can almost hear Huck's pap here: “Who told you, you might meddle with such hifalut'n foolishness, hey?”) But that’s OK. I still refuse! Especially the “having to go to work part of my dream”... I refuse to be sequestered at the office all day until I retire or die! I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!

2: I refuse to wear a bra: bras are a pain—a physical pain! Yes, I'll burn every one of my bras as a sign of liberation and in the interests of wellbeing. I hate bras digging into the flesh, leaving deep marks in my ribcage, I hate the discomfort they bring on my shoulders, and on my back, the pinching, the wire stabbing... no, Victoria! I got the right size... but you can keep your secret along with all the uncomfortable “underwire, hold-it-all-still s...!” Contain, restrain, and pain equals wearing a bra! Believe me, not having anything cutting into your shoulders and mid-section is really wonderful. And it's nice to know we are reducing our risks of breast cancer by doing what feels good.

3. Come to think about it now, I also refuse to wear clothes... and shoes! No shoes hampering my toes or cramping my legs. I’ve come to the conclusion that the older one gets the more bothersome clothes become.... there is always something pinching here, something nagging there, something suffocating you... taking my shoes and clothes off at the end of a busy day is similar to the feeling when you have eaten your belly full at a restaurant, and you loosen your belt.. Ahhh, how wonderful it feels! No wonder Adam and Eve became such unhappy people after God had to dress them...

4. I refuse to ware makeup. Do you wear makeup? Have you ever dared leave the house without wearing makeup? Not me! I’m scared of my "no-make-up-face”. Wearing make-up or not, is a matter of looking at yourself in the mirror and not knowing whether you're Dr. Jeckyll or Mr. Hide... but I feel rebellious today, so I'm still refusing to wear makeup! There are few other things I refuse to do, but I refuse to say it here... so that’s it for now! Guess what I’d be today and the rest of this week... Fairy or witch? ummm, I'll just be who I am! Listen! The wind is rising and the air is wild with leave... the garden is calling me... must go out to it!

Art by: Madame Aradia - the garden witch

Friday, May 9, 2008

Tribute to Mother

Mothers are the focal point of our lives; they are the greatest human being in the world. Mothers are everything for us when we are small, our lives revolve around her, for everything that we need we call mother; to protect us from all perceivable dangers we want her around us, to kiss away our wounds we run to her. For me, my mom was and is divinity on earth. There is a quote from Abraham Lincoln that absolutely epitomizes my mother’s influence in my life: “I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.” Knowing that my mom was always praying for me made a big impact in my life. So this is my humble tribute to her!

We all have a mother though may be she is not here anymore, if you are thankful for your mother, grandmother or that special mother figure in your life, don't keep it a secret, we want to share it with everyone... So I invite you, sweet friends, to join our appreciation by posting your own “Homage to your Mother” today.... here, at the House in the Roses. If you have posted, or will be posting anything about Mother's Day, simply add your link to Mr. Linky below.


This lovely image below is my gift to all of you--a way of saying: "Happy Mother's Day, sweet friend". Take it, put it on your blog, and pass it along to as many friends as you want; let this represent our gratitute, and love to our mothers.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

An earthly paradise

I have always imagined paradise as a kind of secret garden. I walk from my dream into a narrow shrubbery patch, barefooted; I can hear a small trickling stream faintly running along the bushes, towards the light at the end of the narrow path.

I continue on foot on this soft mossy thriving path; trees lightly rustling above my head, butterflies fluttering around me, as I move effortlessly, until all of a sudden the foliage opens up, and in front of me appears the most enchanting place I have ever seen. This sweet purity leaves me breathless.

No, I’ve never been to paradise, at least not yet; but there is an enchanted paradise here on earth, where I can always find peace and love. Every time I visit this paradise, I am surrounded by amazing grace.... warmth pulls my spirit upward, lifting my heart to the brightest cloud.

This paradise is not as lush, or as beautiful as the one in my dreams, in fact, there is not even a single fruit tree; only potted foliage, and few flowered bushes, but the sweetest fragrance fills the air; the fragrance of love, grace, and tolerance.


Peacefulness comes down to me whenever I visit this paradise. There is a sense of reverence, calm, and acceptance, I feel a kind of presence, a feeling of benevolence almost conscious.... like if God is there; like real paradise. It evokes that.


A beautiful angel lives here; she asks no questions, believe in all the best; never doubting, ever trusting, withstanding any test.


In this paradise the flowers of the heart overflow in abundance, the sweet scent of love, acceptance and affection fills the silent serene air, compassionately, mingling with the gentle perfume of the potted caladiums and impatiens. This is not paradise; it’s just a mere garden, a simple garden...

A treasure to be cherished, a gift from God above; is the beauty of this paradise, touched by unconditional love.

A space covered in bougainvilleas and love, where the breezes carry the aromas of all good things. Never overpowering, never judgmental.


This earthly paradise is my mother's garden. And this is a tribute to her, on her birthday, a tribute to her goodness and wisdom, and to the unconditional love she has given me all my life.


To you, mom!

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;

When troubles come and my heart burdened be;

Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,

Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... to more than I can be




Thursday, February 7, 2008

Happy Birthday, Cindy

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, the prettiest that had ever been seen, with big brown eyes and a cascade of bouncing dark ringlets. Her mother doted on her. Her grandmother was even fonder...




She used to climb up on a chair to her newborn brother's crib, she only meant to kiss him good night, but instead decided to toss her little pink shoes at him..... Wake up wake up little brother come play with me!




She liked to open the cupboard doors to see all the pretty things inside, the neatly stacked bowls, the candlestick holders, the big round tin that was always full of sugar cookies. 


At night, she used to pray, “please Jesu' send me an angel to watch me when I sleep! I know he'd be invisible, but it would help a heap! I'm not a scared cat, afraid to close my eyes! I'm just a little girl who reads my Bible every day".... 

She has singing abilities, she sings "The Star Spangled Banner" at parties and ball games, the first time she grabbed a microphone she was only three, she sang in church--special music on Saturday morn'.

Then one day her mother, who had just made and baked some cakes, looked at her and say: Oh me, oh my, oh you, who's this beautiful young woman in front of me? Those lips, those eyes of brown, is it you or is it me? Tell the mother from the daughter!

You're so precious to me you’re so sweet; you simply lift me off my feet…. Oh me, oh my, oh you!
Dear Cindy: You are an achiever. You look at the stars, see them high, well above your reach; nevertheless you reach high, and work hard for those things that I dreamt about at your age, but never had the courage to do, or try. And I admire you for that.


I admire you sense of responsibility, and your courage to speak up your mind in any circumstance, I admire you for the instances when you’ve refused to plaster on a mask and pretended to feel something you are not, and for all the times you slipped backward, but refused to stay there.


You are a go-getter, a hard worker and self-started who never gives up, and I admire you for that, and for so much more. You are amazing…. My amazing little girl (you’ll always be my little girl), you are talented, smart, funny, beautiful, oh, so beautiful, and I love you dearly.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Happy Birthday Alan!

Dear Alan, it’s hard to believe today is your 26th birthday! It seems only yesterday I held you for the first time and looked into your eyes—the bluest of eyes, expecting, I guess, to see God in them…. And I did! Oh, I did, for right there and then, I saw angels by my side. This, only a mother's love can understand.


Remember what I said then, to you--my first born? I told you how much I love you. I was only 20, and could swear you understood what I was saying. At that moment, you did something amazing, you offered me the gift of your smile, your first smile, and I saw little twinkle stars in your eyes—or was it maybe my eyes glimmering with tears of joy? Only a mother's love can understand those tears, for only a mother's love can share the joy we feel, when something we've dreamed about quite suddenly becomes so real....




I look at you in the imagery of my mind, and I can still see a sweet little boy, so smart, always asking questions, as grasping the world which had been offered to him, in tiny bits of new discoveries at a time….




You were my joy! How I loved that big smile of yours, and perfect YOU!

So funny, you were so funny! And still are!

Among little angels, you were my special angel! The best! The cutiest! The perfect little boy of my heart's content!


I thank God for you everyday, you are a good son, loving, responsible, generous, sweet, funny-oh so funny, smart, talented, tender-hearted, creative, and I could go on and on...



Have a Happy Birthday, my son. I love you!
Mom