I’m waving to you, dear reader, from 30,000 feet up in the U.S.of A’s airspace. I always make it a point to write on airplanes. There is something about subsonic speed and hurtling through clouds that make the writing more expansive and free-flowing. Joy and I are enroute to Orange County where I’ll be spending the weekend with friends and some family for two reasons: 1) to celebrate life through the gift of music; and 2) to honor this gift by fundraising for super typhoon Haiyan victims. It’s a humble and most heartfelt effort that started with a very different story. You can follow the story here.
In two hours, we will be landing in sunny and warm California. Buh-bye for now Toronto’s freezing weather. Buh-bye beloved kiddies, all three of them were still sleeping in their warm beds when Joy, my traveling partner/amiga/neighbor, and I left home at 4:30AM this morning. Buh-bye beloved asawa, who I missed as early as last night at the dinner table while having the sweet and sour noodles with beef and veggies. Our resident chef makes the best meals for me and the kids. I’ll be missing you for four days and three nights, my darlings.
I am declaring the official beginning of The Work today. It is the blossoming of the fruit tree whose seeds I planted back in 2004. A full decade of many prunings and re-plantings blossoming into The Work.
It’s all about resonance. Teachers (and they come in all forms) hold up a mirror for you in just the right light, at just the right moment, and you just happen to catch YOUR reflection in it. They are strumming chords that are strung in your heart. You had it, they just tickled it. Your truth collides with their truth and you have an a-ha moment. – Danielle LaPorte
The deepest desire of your heart since Day One is alive and deserving of life and light! Thing is (and this I had to find out the **hard** way) only YOU can give it life. Inversely, you can let it wither and die in the cold. God and Her angels plant the seed, then free will kicks in. It’s up to us to water and care for the seedling. Yes, dear reader, I speak from my very own ups and downs. My kwentong buhay began as early as 2004 with a blog called The Breathing Room on Blogger.com and a photo gallery on flickr.com.
But don’t take my word for it. As the saying goes: If it doesn’t connect, reject. Ok, I made that up. But, hey, if it does….watch out, my darling. You’re in for the wildest, most blissful ride of your life. You may have unexplainable afflictions – mine were itchy, crusty eczema on my thumbs (I know…weird!), throat issues every other month and this low-grade fatigue I felt daily whether I had full rest or not. Living life without honoring one’s passion makes for a very blah*full (as against the bliss*full) existence.
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My ‘wild ride’ began when I heard the four-letter command right there at the St. Mary’s church grounds alongside Jeanette who accompanied me. I have not gone to church for a while, make that a very long while. The clear-as-crystal command was: SING!
So I gave my three-letter word reply: YES. The see-saw, step-yes-step-no life was getting old anyways so I finally got tired of that and picked one.
Funny that, as soon as I replied in the affirmative, my Facebook friend, Ms. Gigi Borromeo offered an invitation: Come to Fullerton. I’ll help produce a show for you! We need to have a benefit show for the Marian Missionaries in SoCal. Are you in? (See how funny and punny God is? He even threw in the two Mary’s in the mix just in case I miss it again!)
There was no iffy-ness about Ms. G’s invitation. Oh, I’ve had tons of those in the past. (Something about water finding its own levels…me iffy = experiences iffy.) So, fresh from the Command order to SING just the weekend before, I said Yes! That plan however went kaput due to US work visa issues. However, it morphed into something more expansive. And if I may humbly add, evolutionary for me. You see, I received another offer. This time to help raise funds for another church, St. Norbert, in Toronto. I subsequently inquired with a lawyer, a university schoolmate, for help regarding the US visa matter. He said, “That’s bad news, Chiqui. You’re not going to risk coming into the U.S. without a valid work visa.” And as we were chatting about the recent earthquake in Bohol and Cebu (wala pang hangin ni Yolanda noon) he mentioned his fundraising event for the cause and suggested I do the same here in Toronto.
I believe that everything, in the grand scheme, happens for a good reason. We sometimes don’t see the good right away. OK, I most times don’t see the good right away. But it always flows towards that direction in the end. The very pull to this page is a sign that there’s something here for you. And for me, too.
I believe it is this connection right here, and the many others like it, that will open us up to the next chapter of our lives. I’m ready. I know you are, too.
PS: For tickets to my upcoming shows, please click on images on the upper right. Do RSVP @ https://www.facebook.com/events/227003374135206/
Courage in Creativity,