It is early dawn of April. The ravages brought by the last winter are almost forgotten as the wonders of spring abound. Trees have started to grow fresh new branches. As I look around, there are a lot of wild flowers with different colors and sizes. Everywhere is green, except for the area where the twin humongous rocks stand by the river. On and off, I hear the rhythmic thuds of an animal running from a distance. Is it a deer or a wild boar? I am not sure. I stand by the river and relish the beauty of nature - the peaceful atmosphere. There is not a trace of busy city life. Newly-hatched birds in their nest somewhere up the tree chirp continuously in unison as if complaining for food and warmth in the early spring morning. The gushing water from the river duets with the chirping sound. How conducive is nature's grandeur for introspection and soul searching! Suddenly, Francis Jay, my 9 year-old nephew shouts.
"Mommy, Mommy! There it is! It is hidden in the crevice by the big rock. Look at it!"
My only sister's son calls me Mommy while my daughter calls my sister, Mama. In our family, Francis Jay is my son too while my daughter is also my sister's. Both of us treat each others children like our own. Francis Jay stays with me for the spring break. I am always happy when he is around. I am so fond of him. I admit I have a soft spot for the little boy. Sometimes he is naughty but knows how to disarm me easily with his smile. His teacher has given him an assignment while on vacation. When classes resume, he has to submit three different pictures of any wild flower he finds in the forest. This is our mission.
The racemes are full of drooping-like white flowers. The plant is small compared to the other wild plants around. Yet, the the Lily of the Valley with its pristine clusters of perfectly white, dew-misted blooms emanate some kind of majestic powers. The limelight belongs to the tiny flowers alone. It is fragile and delicate. Its presence though, despite its diminutive size has a magnificent quality that is unrivaled at the moment. The vast freshness and lushness of the green surroundings only serve as a complacent background. I can not help but smile in admiration of the flowers' daintiness. It has some kind of a divine quality. Am I under its spell? Take note, I am not the first to feel this unexplainable awe towards its beauty. Is this the reason why the Lily of the Valley is associated with some legendary religious stories? Is it why it is the floral emblem of Yugoslavia? The national flower of Finland? The official flower of several Greek-named organizations?* Maybe, Freddie "Queen" Mercury felt its spell too, that was why he composed his song titled, "Lily of the Valley." Then long before him, Honore de Balzac wrote his favorite book, entitled "Lily of the Valley."
Ahhh . . . the subtle fragrance of the Lily of the Valley! So sweet . . . but the scent merely flirts with one's senses.
Francis Jay and I look closer at the flowers. One can crush them all in an instant. But . . . who will even dare to pick them up? Is it not a crime to nature? Who will have the courage to challenge the serene strength exuded by these heavenly-like flowers? Its mystic aura so unyielding and can never be thwarted. Human over nature? A fleeting moment of indecision . . . Suddenly, the Lily of the Valley wins! Gloriously! I feel the cold but soothing breeze. The resplendent bell-shaped flowers lightly sways with the wind, as if transformed into a group of little nymphets. They giggle softly while they dance happily with the wind. Celebrating.
The Lily of the Valley will remain untouched. It will continue to enjoy its transient glory. I do not want to pull the plant and take it to the house. It belongs to the wilderness.
Now, it is the turn of Francis Jay to take the pictures of the Lily of the Valley at different angles. What an excellent timing to capture the subject in its prime! He will get good grades. The pictures will be outstanding.
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*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lily of the Valley, 11:19am, Sunday, March 27, 2011
The preceding paragraphs are nothing but minute descriptive literary attempt. I hope it achieves its goal which is to entertain.
The descriptive ability of an author feeds the reader's mind with information. An author's imagination has to be vivid and accurate. He chooses the exact, the precise words to make the reader almost see, touch, feel and smell (yes!) the scent of the blooms. The reader feels the delicate, silky touch of the tiny white flowers. He transcends into a trance-like vision. In a flash, the Lily of the Valley is transformed into reality. Manifested? Almost, but ethereal. However, to others, imagination has no boundaries. The power of words is similar to magic. If the magnitude of an author's stock of words is combined with his prolific imagination, the outcome is a mellifluous entertainment. Ceaseless! It is beyond wonder! Unimaginable! I highly admire a person who can write. It is a precious gift.
1:50pm
Monday
March 28, 2011
The following is supposed to be a new post and, my second blog. But my computer knowledge is compromised as I did not have a formal training in the use of a computer. I tried several times to cut and paste it to a new post but always unsuccessful. So, before my writings are deleted accidentally, let me just leave it as it is. It becomes part of the first blog. I hate imperfections but I have no choice. Otherwise, this will never be published.
I write primarily, to share and to be understood. I have never delved into the field of writing for public. I did write compositions, essays, theses, reports, etc., while I was a student. Later, when I worked in an office, I was entrusted to write and reply both business and personal letters of my former bosses. There were also the memorandums, speeches, and other office communications. In the late 90's, as I solely managed a consultancy firm, while simultaneously also in the business of lease and acquisition of properties, in addition to supplies for multinational companies and as a restaurateur, I did 100% of my office communications. In a span of five years within a male-dominated field, I achieved commendable professional and financial rewards. Not to mention the recognition and respect associated with it. At this juncture, let me put emphasis in the importance of integrity, diligence, hard work, effective communication and network. In the short and long run of business, all these points pay off.
My blogs are opinions as influenced by my upbringing, education, experience and observation. I do not write to dispute, validate, prove, etc., someone's varied views on any subject. After all, am I not succinct enough to start off with . . "I think . . . "?
I am absorbed in creative hobbies. I design and create framed artworks in my own unique way. Majority of my creations are sourced from what the mainstream have labeled as junks, now popularly known as recycles. Sometimes, I have the eye for beauty and value before others can. Initially, in the discovery and process, I am but a celebrated laughing stock. Later, when they see the transformation, their eyes bulge in admiration mixed with envy. Such envious reaction is unavoidable human frailty that everybody should live with and understand. Latent at times, but turns obvious (and vicious) when they realized they were left behind. "How come she is 8-steps ahead of us?" I will leave it unanswered. It is the reality of life. Did I say I am a visionary? Never!
I handicraft everyday jewelry (earrings, chokers and necklaces). I want to show that beautiful and classy do not always mean expensive. Material for my jewelry design is a mixture of semi-precious stones, cultured pearls interspersed with plastic, wood, glass, metal beads, or recycled findings. I also have a few novelty amateurish photographs. Gosh! I am but a mellowed "Jane of all trades . . . "
Cooking is my strongest passion. "FOODS TO DIE FOR" is the title of my ongoing and unfinished project for years. It is a compilation of recipes which are all kitchen-tested, delicious and healthy. My recipes are 95% prepared only with healthy ingredients. The favorite traditional recipes with ingredients commonly loaded with cholesterol have been changed and replaced with healthy ingredients. The recipe then becomes transformed. It is my patented (?) version since it is my own concoction. In the book is a lot of cooking info, hints and ideas gathered from varied cultures which are handed down through generations. I want to share it with the world.
4pm, Friday
April 1, 2011