In exactly 8 days, I'll be on a plane en route to my 2nd home.  I call the Philippines, specifically, Mabolo, Malolos, Bulacan my 2nd home; my heart is there—my parents.  This time it's different, this might just be the very last time I get to see “Ina” (my paternal grandma) alive.  Last month, she was in the hospital and the doctor informed my dad that she has a poor heart and she can go at any time.  She's home now, surrounded by loved ones,
taking their turns/shifts in providing care for her.  But, on the bright side (as there always is one), I get to see my mommy and daddy!  Yay for that!

So I ask all of you now, please say a prayer for my grandmother.  Know this, whom ever reads this blog, you are already in my prayers.  Till next week, I bid you all love, light and blessings.

Maria

Dear Sami,

Life is too short; I have said that time and time again.  I got “the call” from Dina today informing me that you’ve gone on to Paradise.  Another rude awakening for me to follow my dreams and keep moving until “my number is up.”  I had to break the news to your Godson and he fell silent—I mean what could one say with news like that?  I hope you are adjusting to your new surroundings there.  I’m sure you’re safe and sound with Wela and Charissa.  But most of all, I hope you have found the eternal peace you are so deserving of.  In case, you don’t remember—I want to remind you that I am grateful for all of the good and bad times.  Hey, the bad times were actually great >:o).  We got our butts kicked by our parents, but it was well worth it.  We never got in trouble again…at least, not stupid enough to get into trouble for the same thing.  Tee hee.  You will always be my “PIC” and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me back in high school especially when I thought I was alone and everyone was against me getting married and having my baby so young.  No one seemed to believe in me, but you always did.  For that, I am eternally grateful to you. 

About Christopher, I can’t imagine what he’s going through; but know this—I got your back like you always had mine.  I’m here for your son—that’s the way I’ll honor you and your memory. 

Well, I better let you get back to your Guardian Angel Orientation.  By now, I’m sure you have already met Chris, Cleofe, Mark & Mahala; and you have probably met “Ama”-my grandpa and other family members of mine.  Oh and tell Gina—we love and miss her too.  Go ahead and tell them stories, I’m sure y’all are havin’ a ball talkin’ about us down here on earth and y’all are laughin’ at our expense.  It’s all good!  You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten.  Till we meet again, PIC.

Love, Light and Compassion to All.

Maria

Once you get it thru to your heart and your head, that the only person you can truly make happy is you, then you start living.  This is why we are individuals; we each have our own destinies to fulfill, so comparing yourself to the next person is pointless.  WE might have similarities from experiences and events in our lives, which only make us relate to one another, it doesn’t make us the same.  Take care of you and your needs, provide assistance to those who need it and try not to judge others in the process. 

Then, there are those who knew you in the past and think they know you now, uuuuhhhh WRONG!  If you continue to let those individuals treat you as they did before, then you truly are the person of the past.  You can either choose to stay quiet or say something.  If you choose to say something, pray on it, pray for guidance to choose the right words, think about it and then let the other person know.  Getting angry about it gives the other person power, it just makes that person right—is that what you want?  I know that isn’t what I want--that definitely isn’t fit for me.

Reverend Jesse Jackson once said “Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up.”  People change, some make small changes and some make major changes—respect that and respect who they are now.  For instance, one of my dear old friends doesn’t seize to remind me that “you’re not the most tactful one of the group.”  That’s fine—that’s her opinion.  But that isn’t me anymore, I know who I am—which is all that really matters.  I’m finally at a point in my life that I’m comfortable with who I am.  I can’t let others’ opinions of me get to me.  Then, there are those who are insecure and project that insecurity on others; when I feel that energy coming towards me, I say a quick prayer, send love and forgiveness to that person—‘Cause they need it! 

There are people in the world that just aren’t happy, but it shouldn’t stop you from being happy and kind to them.  Don’t let their gray cloud come in and rain on your parade.  Till next week, I bid you all Love, Light & Compassion.

Maria

Boy, did I learn humility today…My day started out fine, I even got to BART with a few minutes to spare.  I stood there and felt a little paranoid as if I peed myself, but I knew I didn’t.  I continued to ignore it, then I felt something warm trickling down my thigh.  It was “Aunt Flo,” she, came, out.  I felt my body temperature rise making my face flushed.  Zoooooooommmmmm----I ran out of BART—holding my arse, literally.  LOL!!!!  I learned something else today besides humility; I learned that when blood seeps thru clothing, it stays red even when you’re wearing dark brown pants!!!!  Sure as hell, I look down and my dark brown pants turned bright red, in the inside pant leg.  Boy what a spectacle--for me that is!  LMAO—it was a scene out of a comedy and I swear I heard a musical score playin’ in the background as well!  Can you picture me running across from BART to my car in less than 5 minutes flat?!  Mind you, I parked 2 blocks from BART so I can get my exercise in!  I was running, then walking, then running again…Meanwhile, the blood continued to trickle down my leg.  Ewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!  LMAO!!!!!! 

I got home in time before my pants were completed saturated with blood.  Thank God, most of the tenants, if not all, were already at work or asleep—they didn’t catch me in action.  Phewwww for that!!!  You know, I could even picture God staring down at me, shakin’ his head.  Man.  :o|

So what’s the moral of the story?!  Don’t ignore your body.  Take care of it, so that it takes care of you.  We’re all perfect in our imperfections, so relax and laugh at yourself, I suggest you do so—IT’S FUN!!!!!  I hope you all had a good laugh at my expense.  Tee hee.  Till next week, I bid you all Love, Light & Compassion.. 

Maria