Discovering Pitalo

Visiting Pitalo Church last Saturday was very heartwarming.  Thankfully my best buddy offered his motorcycle for a free ride, as the vehicle I used to have is all just but a memory. Though it’s scary riding a motorcycle for the first time ever, in a very long travel, yet Ley made it a safe and fun travel after-all. Thanks Lan!

I thank God for a blissful 2014 and claiming for more heavenly blessings this 2015!


Keep Calm, Carry On and Don’t Look Back, for Long

Yes, keep calm, as all is well!

The Point of the Quill

Minute Hand on Clock

I was reading today a beautiful piece of writing sent to me in Brad Listi’s latest newsletter. If you haven’t yet acquainted yourself with The Nervous Breakdown, it’s a crying shame.

It reminded me of my first true love. A man with a red corvette, curly brown hair and a heart of pure gold. We lived a long-distance relationship throughout our college years. Many trips from either of our college towns down the nine-hour drive to a large southern city populated with either Limos or Toyota Corollas and, for a few weeks a year, one red corvette and two people in love.

During our summer breaks, I spent many a day or evening at his college-town apartment; until 11 pm or 3 am-if we fell asleep in each others arms. He was the quiet shield from the beatings at home of one parent or the crass treatment by a step-mother that only…

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The start of something new

To start or not, was the question..

But I am not here to give up…

I’d rather start and do it

As trying is not an option..


Scary so it was

Anxious so I was

And yet I sail it through

With the wonderful people surrounding me so

Cheering me up

Go go go

For a brand new you!

Writing is hard, but it doesn’t have to hurt! Very true. So time to write and write.

The Point of the Quill

Friday I went to the doctor and ended up in the hospital. Two things I hate the most. Apparently I passed out on the sidewalk (just “this close” to leaving the dreaded, but ever so helpful, doctor) and woke up with nurses holding me, an ambulance on the way, and a friend talking to whoever was holding my feet. “Tell us your name.” I tried to get the words out but couldn’t. Finally, with much effort, “Lee” from a long distance away but I finally said it. My friend helped them with the rest as the sirens got closer. (I very much dislike ambulances, more then the other two listed above; so Friday was not a banner day.) 

They moved me onto a gurney, though I can only tell you this from what my friend filled me in on. Asked me tons of questions as they stuck needles in me…

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