"Footprints of love"

Have you ever lost someone who had been a great influence in your life? Someone whom you've shared most of yourself with, who has made you who you are today? Well, I did once. My granny. I have spent almost half of my entire existence with her and it brought me so much pain when we lost her. Why did I ask? Because yesterday was the day when my sister-in-law lost her mom. I met her a couple of times and I find her to be a very, very nice person. She even took the time once, when I was at the hospital, to pay me a visit and even gave me a big hug after a gruesome time at the Intensive Care Unit. I know I am not in any way connected but you can tell by merely staring at the person how sincere they are. She was indeed a person of great quality and love for family. My sister-in-law is one of the nicest person I met in this lifetime. Which leads me to conclude that love was brewed in their family, from roots to tip (as said by an advertiser in the television). My heart goes out to the people who was left by her mom. I know that sadness fills their hearts right this very moment. It will be a battle every moment you remember the great moments you spent with her, the untiring journey you all took together, and the endless laughter that will start to echo in your memory, but I know, with the qualities that she has, being a mom, a friend and someone who never hesitated to share a part of her with the world, she now rests with our Creator. We all have footprints left in our hearts, left by someone who has filled a space that will always be empty when they go. But let us be reminded that there are still people out there waiting to gain entrance into our hearts. The past will always be a good memory that will linger in each of our lives. Let us take the time to remember them and then move forward. To dear Cecilia Delas Alas, on to your new journey with the Creator. We will all pray for you. Look down on all the people who loves you and know that you will forever be remembered and loved. Claim your place in paradise. "Bon Voyage".

Cerulean Thought To Ponder

Wedding Rings

Hi Cerulean Readers! Here is my thought for the day:

Wedding rings is a memoir of the celebration of your wedding day. It is a thing that is worn as a reminder that someone loves you and has walked down down aisle with you. Let not our wedding rings bound husbands and wives together, but instead, let us remember that we are bounded by God and His gift of Love that we share. Let not wedding rings be chains that traps two people together, instead we have to be bounded by love and love alone.

Everyday Miracle

           I have always been glad about life, every single day that I wake up to the beautiful sound and colors of the things around me. I thank the good Lord everyday for the miracle of life. Merely knowing that I will be able to function without any restrictions and be productive for the day is a blessing in itself. I have witnessed how life can be hard for some people who are incapacitated at some point as I have taken care of people who are disabled and limited and they will always have a soft spot in my heart.

            Several years back, I didn't really care much about my life. Life for me simply means that you have to live one day at a time, no projections of the future, no plans, no worries and no hopes. Well, of course that changed when my first born came into my life. I learned to be more responsible, caring and independent, learned to value the simple things in life, like a smile in his face, the first tooth, first words and all milestones (or surprises, as I used to call it) of my  baby. I have learned to hold on to life, to begin to hope and to love unconditionally. Nothing is more important for me than my kid. So imagine how I would feel if something happens. But then, accidents happen. One night, I had a drink with a friend. I'm not really a big drinker so we didn't actually feasted that night with a whole lot of alcohol. My mistake was that, when my friend asked me to take her home, I did, with my baby... He was 2 at that time. As we were headed home after dropping my friend off to her house, we had an accident. My baby was seated in front with me when we collided with another car. I didn't see it coming. It was not that I was drunk but it was that the driver in the front car actually stopped in the middle of the road just because he forgot to take left turn. My baby was safe and I had like a fraction of an injury, which turned out to be 4 fractured ribs. Whatever the reason was, I was still under the influence of alcohol and that's it. I didn't really care much if I was in pain at that time, I needed to make sure that my baby was okay, and he was, thank God. After I checked and saw that he was okay, I suddenly collapsed, I didn't really know why. It could be because I took all the strength I have just to make sure I put my baby to safety. When we reached the hospital, we were all in surprised when the doctor disclosed my situation. I care less, what was important for me at that time was that everything was okay. And that was the last time that I drove. Lesson learned, don't drink and drive, whatever may happen in the road, you will always have to pick the blame because any level of alcohol in the body will always leave us at a confused state, somehow. After that incident, I kept blaming myself. My husband, of course was furious knowing that I put my son's life at risk. But then again, I learned to forgive myself.

            Life has its series of ups and down, we just have to learn to hope and have faith in the invisible guiding hand that is leading us towards a better tomorrow. Needless to say that prayers are also a big help in pursuing a better life.

Falling In Love by Kent Nerburn

This is one of the best Literary art about "Love"

Falling In Love

It is a mystery why we fall in love.
It is a mystery how it happens.
It is a mystery when it comes.
It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.

You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience.

Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share.

And just as life is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.

Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share.

More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on. When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves away.

When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.

They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.

They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love will grow.

They try anything to give meaning to what happened. But there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.

You need to know this about love, and to accept it.
You need to treat what it brings you with kindness.

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.

If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.

If you fall in love with another, and she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.

Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.

Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. This is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.

The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead becomes someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away..

Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it choose to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.

Love always has been and always will be a mystery.
Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.

If you keep your heart open, it will come again.
                                                                                                          Kent Nerburn
                                                                                           From the book "Letters To My Son"