affirming my faith in mount batulao

the pope is in the philippines. and today, he bravely flew to tacloban* despite intense tropical warning signals. in his words: “i am here to be with you – a little bit late, but i’m here.” as i watched the grasses start a rigaudon dance, creating a calming ripple along the soft curves of mount…

beautiful bald

the last time she sent an email, she was outlining about her chemotherapy, narrating how her body was reacting to the drugs. but i don’t know how she does it, how she is able to gather the strength to write long updates knowing very strong chemicals are penetrating every inch in her. but whenever she writes (to)…

the painter, the paintbrush and the painting

when you see a beautiful painting, who do you praise? the painter or the paintbrush? of course, the painter! the paintbrush is just as it is: a tool. it has nothing of its own to produce a beautiful piece of art; rather, it is out of the immense talents and skills of the painter that…