This November is a
spectrum of emotions
From Trick or Treating,
of having fun with candies and goodies
To more miracles on
All Saints Day - giving thanks.
Then, the cemetery of
solitude on All Souls Day, with flowers and prayers for the departed faithful.
Modules make my days,
PDF’s or Word and PowerPoint, too.
Make, I, the exams
from a mishmash of books and assiduously read bulk of topics which I trash in
my essays, poems, or fiction
I was thinking of
love stories, and vampire fiction, or plain poetry, or perhaps an article or
some dialogue in mornings and evenings to the Master
But then, here comes,
the verbs, the periodic table, preamble, civilization, “alamat,” nursery
rhymes, ICT, decorative flowers in a bottle with water and glitters, decimals
and scarcity of supply. Even lines and
curves!
What am I gonna
write?
I could not strip
myself, I am so clothe with the dexterity of pleasing literacy and hunger for
re-reading school which I am only to
peruse, but creatively divert to a blissful muse
I am a teacher. Between writing and teaching – I think
teaching is my obligation and writing is a gift for myself and those who would
read me.
Yet
I could never lose my ravenous dreams, it’s in me; my heart is full of it. Writing makes me kind and it makes me teach.
So birthdays and
anniversaries, at most, the feast of the Christ the King, Redeemer of human race,
Viva!
Then, Thanksgiving
and “Bonifacio day.”
Well, at this time it’s
less than a month before Christmas and we’re into a lower pandemic alert level. The new normal would be face + mask to keep
safe.
It has been tough for
all and GOD with the holy Angels and Saints, never left us. Forever they’ll be
with us… We pray for the whole world.
God be with us the
rest of our days!
So I write.
Let us together
thrive.
Rosevoc. 8PM Nov 25,
2021
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