Not Exactly A Pink Week!

 My sister Luchie (the Gardener in Heaven) has allowed our Mandevilla to grow taller than it should.  You can almost see the running electrical wires from the electric posts barring its path!

But Luchie is not the only one running wild this week. Well, you all know about the rocket that was launched last Thursday from another country and was estimated to hit my small island! And also of how a group of 8 boats from another country trespassed our small Philippine seas and when our coast guards checked, the intruding boats yielded giant clams, corals and live whales! These poachers are stealing and destroying our marine life yet these intruders had the gall to warn us that we underestimated their strength!

Of course, my country is just a small island.

We have no sophisticated machinery.

No rockets, no bombs, no warfare concepts!

We need not be reminded and cowed into securing our sovereignty

since our land does not only belong to us

but is also the world's natural treasure!

We are, after all, keepers of our planet,

we have to take care of the riches in our land and in our waters

because everything belongs to ALL of us!

But we can not steal and sell and bully people

and expect to get away with it!

But what little hold we have of what we are tasked to protect comes a BIGGER strength that the people in my small island turn to for any of our big and small woes . . .

Yesterday the rocket fell back to its country of origin.

The day before, they canceled its scheduled flight!

And the next day, it blasted into pieces and failed!

But nothing is wrong with it.
Its just that there is a more powerful FORCE
that listened to the prayers
of the faithful multitudes in my small island.
And that is the biggest power of all.
It is the power of faith.

And in my people's lack of might and power

comes the power to kneel

and trust in the Higher Source.

To laugh at ourselves,

to sing wonderfully to the world,

to speak any language

and embrace other cultures

and understand . . .

Yes, I live in Faith island.

And in the deep recesses of my trusting heart

I knew the intruders and poachers

will get their due reminder
and my people will get full redemption!

  Two years ago from today, my dog Sweepy's brother Bogart died. How time flies and I realized that even the sad reminiscinghas now allowed me to embrace the joy in the passing of timeand the richness that some creatures has brought to my life . . .I miss you, big B, and I hope your Popsy and Mumsyis keeping you good company . . .