Saturday, November 30, 2013

[D] Thoughts on The Fault In Our Stars by a Healthy, Not-In-Love, Twenty-Two Year-Old Girl

[Warning: Spoilers]

Just a few months after the book came out in 2012, a friend from back home recommended John Green's The Fault In Our Stars to me. I was twenty; not exactly a teenager anymore, but also not exactly not a teenager either. It was my 1st year anniversary in The United States, and 2011 was most depressing; not having friends or siblings around. So I read the book, the beginning of Summer of 2012, I was neither sick, nor in love. But I read the book in a day, it was so easy. Like reading a diary; my diary. After I had read the book, my friend told me that he recommended me the book because he thought Hazel talked a lot like me. Which kind of scared me, that a grown man (John Green) was so good at talking like me. Except like, Hazel was a lot smarter and deeper than me. So I read the book and cried the ugly cry. I hated the book for making me feel unnecessarily sad. I was just getting over the end of Harry Potter, now this book? I HATE SAD THINGS THAT MAKE ME SAD. Life is sad enough, I read and watch to escape sadness. I had to keep reminding myself, "I am not Hazel Grace Lancaster. I have healthy, liquid-free lungs. I am not in love. Augustus Waters is not real. This is fiction." It took me a long time to get over that. So when I heard they were coming out with a movie, I was highly reluctant. Because A. I don't think I can go through all that again. B. Augustus Waters. But I bought the book recently to give to a friend, and I ended up reading through it all night with an upset stomach from a stupid post-Thanksgiving non-vegetarian dinner. I really wasn't intending to read through the entire book again, which helped me distance myself from becoming Hazel Grace Lancaster. I have this problem, hopefully other people can relate. Because so far, none of the people I've talked to, have said they are the same way. Empathy is one my strongest suits, when I read a book, watch a movie, I get too into it and I become the character. I would be a horrible actor because I'd be one of those people who would confuse real life with their on screen/stage lives. When movies are too real, I have to stop watching. I feel too much, is that possible? I've never read The Hunger Games because I don't want to be Katniss.



Thoughts and Feelings:
1. "I'm like. Like. I'm like a grenade."
I have never been in a real romantic relationship. I have never had anyone call me their girlfriend, and I've never had anyone to call my boyfriend. There have been guys, prospective guys who I liked and some who liked me back. I've never kissed a guy. I'm healthy, unlike Hazel. I am not that socially inept - actually, I'm really good at pretending to be socially 'ept'-. But Hazel's words. When read them the first time, it was like entire life summed up in one sentence. Which leads to

2. Augustus Waters
I don't even. I can't even. First of all, where can I find hot intellectual and charming non douchey pants men like him? Second of all, it occurs to my mind often that it seems like my entire life story is about this never ending journey to that moment where I fall in love. I thought I was in love once. This time last year. I thought I found him, he was perfect. Tortured, intellectual, good-looking. But I had to move to Seattle and he hooked up with my best friend. --

3. Caroline Mathers
- I don't want to be Caroline Mathers. I don't want that heart break to be my story. I don't want my disease to unlove be who I am.

4. "Pain demands to be felt."
Agh gah ugh. Ugh. ""But something in their iron robot hearts will yearn to have lived and died as we did: on a hero's errand." I wrote this song, when I thought I was in love. It was about how I wish I was a robot because I didn't want to be in love with a man who was 900 miles away. Because I knew I had to let go somehow. I never told him how I felt, because I was a grenade that didn't deserve to be loved. http://youtu.be/9qL3gSrdc4c

5. "On a hero's errand"
Augustus Waters wanted his life to matter. He wanted to be remembered. I'm sorry to get all Christian on you, but gosh darn I'm happy I live for a capital S- Someone. That my purpose is so much bigger than who I am and what I could ever imagine. That yes this world will be forgotten, all of it. But I'm glad to be part of an infinity that is greater than all infinities. Because if I lived my life for a capital M-Me, I'd never be satisfied. I'd keep complaining that life is unfair, that my infinity is too small. That I'm never going to fall in love because I'm incapable of letting myself fall in love. But my infinity is NOT small. I live for a big infinity. I am loved first. So I can love others. And hurts. But that matters. Pain helps us define joy. Our lives are short yes, but they all matter.  Augustus Waters' life mattered. I hope he knew that. It mattered.

"In all my 900 years of traveling through time and space, I have never met anyone that is not important." - Doctor Who

-D

Sunday, October 27, 2013

[H] Truth Thursday 20: Versus

So first, the prompt.

I want to stay.
I want to leave.

Should I stay?
Should I leave?

Can I stay?
Can I leave?

There's amazing possibilities if I stay.
There's an incredible opportunity if I leave.

I'm stuck on a pendulum.

Going back and forth.
Back and forth.

Some moments I'm so sure,

Until the momentum drops,
And I'm swinging back to the other side.

I'm not so sure.

I'm a free spirit:
A wild bird, soaring with the wind.

And yet I long for home.
Is this home?

Will I ever know for sure?

Shall I build a nest?
Or shall I fly away?

Will I ever know for sure?

Monday, October 21, 2013

[H] Truth Thursdays 19: Within a Room Somewhere

If there is one thing I learned from my dad, it's how to grow within - how to shrink into oneself to protect oneself from a world that's always growing, always changing, always asserting itself upon new territories. Be like a rock. Run deeper within yourself where nobody else can follow. Nurture that sacred place within yourself - that wellspring of the heart, the soul, the id, the depths of your being. Let that be your hiding place, your safe spot, your recovery space. Grow within to grow without.

Within a room somewhere, lies a collection of elephant memorabilia. There is a box of old notes and letters full of inside jokes and the usual high school silliness. On the walls are little pieces of the places I've been, the people I've met, and the memories I never want to leave behind. There are lights, candles, curtains, bows, and incense to nurture calm and comfort. But this is not where I feel alone.

I feel alone on my rooftop, underneath the silent, watching sky. I feel alone as I watch the breeze lift the clouds as they tumble into each other, forming shapes like a pair of polished acrobats pulling against each other to hold the perfect pose, then plungeing into each other to do it again. I feel alone as the stars tease the moon in twinkling winks and choruses of shaking giggles. And even at night, when the stars can't make it past the pollution of the city cars beeping and honking in the distance, or through the dark clouds of an approaching storm; even in the daytime when the rain falls in roaring torrents like angry voices in a rally demanding change, or when it sprinkles in soft, shy, droplets like the whisper of a timid lover - I feel alone.

I feel alone but not lonely. Under the majestic vastness of the heavens, I can feel myself unwind. Clarity comes as I unravel in the security of my alone-ness. It is where I cry, laugh, pray, and celebrate. It's where I make my commitments and resolutions. It's where I learn to forgive and let go. I can release myself, alone, to the sky that has borne witness to every single event in history since the beginning of time - the same sky that has watched me grow through 11 houses, 3 home countries, and a million goodbyes. See, to me, the sky is the physical representation of the presence of God. So it is under the sky where I find myself, build myself, grow myself. Where I heal myself. With all my cares and worries left behind. Forgotten. Within a room somewhere.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

[D] Horrible Poems Written Watching The Sunset


This was that poem I wrote the day after I found out. 
That day I sat down at the Kirkland Marina watching the sunset,
All I had was a crumpled McDonald's receipt and a pen 
And it was too perfect not to write something
So I wrote a horrible poem


Freedom can hurt sometimes
You're so comfortable in bondage that being transplanted into freedom hurts like hell

But then you open your eyes
You start to accept that
This is here.
This rain is actually not a metaphor of your tears
But an outpouring,
A cleansing of the dirt, 
The mud that was weighing you down

The sunsets are more beautiful after the rain
The skies are clearer
The city lights twinkle brighter

Now time(?) doesn't feel like you should feel alone
Now adventure is your own
----
The choice was made
Find your own voice
Find your own song



(?) Sometimes I can't read my own handwriting

- D

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

[D] Truth Thursdays | To Answer Your Question...

How are you really? 

I am actually doing really good, and for the first time in a long time I actually mean it. For the first time in a long time, I'm actually truly happy; and not because of my circumstances. I'm just happy. I finally accepted that where I am is where I am, and it's where I'm supposed to be. It's a little sad that certain things had to happen, hearts had to be broken, for me to finally come to this conclusion. My worst fear happened; It hurt like hell but I realize I've been subjecting myself to worse pain for the past 10 months trying to hold on to something that I knew wasn't good for me. Now that it happened, I'm no longer bound by that fear and I've never felt free-er and happier. I have a new sense of adventure that I haven't had in a very long time. 

I've been transplanted to way different places in the past 2.5 years and it was painful. The moment that I thought I was finally laying down roots, I get pulled back out and moved to a different place. After High School, I knew that God wanted me to move to the States and I spent 2 years waiting for that to happen. I didn't know when it was going to happen, and there were times when I started to doubt if it was ever going to happen, but we waited. I was out of school so I spent most of my time at church and with people from church. I made so many good friends in those 2 years that it made leaving even harder, but my prayer from the very beginning of this journey across the Pacific was: "Lord, use me until you can't use me anymore." My time in California was done, but it felt like it had just begun. These past 10 months I had made plans for my future that I was so set on following. They were a little different from the original plan of being a missionary and teaching children, but I figured I would be able to find a way around it. Anyone could be a teacher and a missionary anywhere right? 

"Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails." - Proverbs 19:21

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?" - Jeremiah 17:9

I knew full well that I was following my heart, my deceitful, foolish, and sick heart but I wanted it so bad to be right. So certain things had to happen, my rotten heart had to be broken so that it could get fixed the right way. 

I recently got a tattoo when I was down in California the other weekend. It's a design I've kept in my pocket for over 3 years now. It's Greek for "Joy". When people ask me why I got it, sometimes I get too lazy to explain so I just tell them it's because my first name, Felice, means "joyful". Which it does, but it's not the whole reason why I got this permanently inked on my skin. 
There's this song that we used to sing in Sunday School that goes, "I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart, WHERE? Down in my heart, WHERE? Down in my heart to stay! And I'm so happy so very happy, I've got the love of Jesus in my heart!" that one of my favorite bands, Page CXVI, remade. They sing it slowly and in a minor key and the first time I ever heard it, I thought it was hilarious that they were singing about having joy in such a melancholy way. But after listening to it over and over, I realize that it did make sense. At the end of their version of their song, they added the words to "It Is Well With My Soul" that goes, "When Peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, thou has taught me to say. It is well, it is well, with my soul." Joy is not about being cheerful all the time, joy is having peace, knowing love, in the midst of the minor keys and melancholy. 

Researching, I found that the Greek translation for joy had plenty of meanings, and my favorite one is, "Grace recognized." 

Now my rotten heart is still mending, but I'm truly, honestly, and I'm not saying this hopefully, because I'm really currently, happy. :)


Photograph by: Riva Ramos


- D

Sunday, August 11, 2013

[H] Truth Thursday 09 | To Answer Your Question...


"Why Umak? -and- Why not Umak?"

Warning - This post is going to be very long. I've never fully answered these questions before simply because it's such a long and winding journey. But it's a good one. So here goes.

  I have had the greatest time studying at the University of Makati. It's been the most ugly/beautiful experience I've ever had and I can not even begin to describe how much this has changed me. I never imagined I'd meet such wonderful people and I never thought my heart would break so much - but in a good way. I feel so blessed to have been able to join this world of Umakians even if it was only for 2 yrs.

Choosing Umak

  It came as a shock to everyone when I decided to study at Umak. Coming from an extremely private, wonderful, first rate Christian missionary international school, everyone expected that I'd go straight to the US for college; and to be fair, that was my original plan. I took a gap year after high school to deal with some personal issues and I still hadn't felt proper peace in my heart about leaving the Philippines just yet. I held on firmly though to the dream in my heart and the passion that God gave me - I would be a teacher. I would fight for freedom and protection, for opportunities and education for underprivileged children. I knew my end goal; I just didn't know how I would get there.

  I remember Ignite 2011. My original seat was in the front, however, I traded with someone else because, well, I don't really remember the reason anymore (haha), but all I know is that I ended up sitting by myself; surrounded by tagalog-speaking strangers for the first time ever. I was out of my comfort zone. It was completely invigorating. I sat in the back and looked upon the crowd of passionate, young, Filipinos and I just felt God tugging at my heart-strings "Hey, these are your people. Do you not care for them, too?" I closed my eyes and I could just taste the potential. For the first time I felt the suffering and the struggle of the nation's history as my own. This is my land, too. These are my people, also. I am a part of this crowd.

  I came home from Ignite, excited and passionate about considering the possibility of studying here in the Philippines. I had already submitted my 2 weeks notice from work and thought it was perfect timing to start studying for entrance exams and researching good schools to attend here in the Philippines. I knew by then it was already too late to apply for the incoming school year, so I was already preparing myself for another gap year. However, after discussing things with my dad, a crazy miraculous string of events occurred and I found myself, two perfect weeks later, enrolling at Umak. I was enthralled. All my needs were met, all my preferences were given, the timing was perfect, the money was exact, and when I prayed about it, I felt such peace I had never felt before. I became a Umak student.

First year friends
   Many people were disappointed that I would give up an opportunity to study abroad and instead choose to study at a public university in the Philippines. Honestly, I didn't know how to explain it. I still don't completely know how to explain it. I've always believed that education is not about the ranking of the school, but about learning. So if I really wanted to work as a teacher in a public school, what better way to learn than to experience it? One of my strongest education beliefs at the time was that a good education should never be exclusive. A talented, hard-working, capable student should never have to sacrifice his or her education merely because he or she does not have enough money for tuition. There must be a better way. When children are born, they do not choose what their family's annual income would be. I fell in love with Umak's scholarship program and how they provide opportunities to students. They are an 'inclusive' school and I felt if ever I were to build my own school, I'd want to make my program similar - quality education for everyone.

The Umak Experience


Our First year, first sem crazy performances
  I knew it would be difficult to adjust to everything at first, but nothing could have prepared me for the horror of the first few weeks of class. Our classes were on the 4th floor of the oldest, most run-down building. We had one electric fan on the ceiling cooling off us 50+ students in one small classroom. We didn't even have whiteboards; they were chalkboards. The bathrooms in building 1 literally made me cry. On some days, the professors wouldn't even show up. I also did not speak tagalog; I barely even understood a word. It was a nightmare. I was miserable.

  And then it got better. My classmates were gracious and kind. I learned that sometimes, even though the facilities may not be ideal, that doesn't mean we cannot learn. I learned that after a while, the strange sounds and cooing of Tagalog can form meaningful phrases and words and can be understood. I learned that the best things to do with awkward situations and failure is to laugh. I learned that everything that I thought I knew about what students need was idealistic and just plain wrong. I knew nothing. These students do not need someone else telling them what to do. They need someone to listen to them. These kids are just like me.

1st year, 2nd sem, winning 2nd place at an essay contest
  It's funny how I thought that by going to Umak, I had so much to offer the school. I thought I could help my classmates out, that perhaps my mission at school was to help them learn. I didn't realize how much I'd be learning from them, or even how much the school would help me grow. In retrospect, I worry that I got way more out of this school than I was able to give. I think in a sense, it's also how God humbles me. Lesson 1 - All that I thought I knew about my classmates, all my preconceptions, were all wrong. I know nothing. Lesson 2 - By listening to them, I can learn everything.

I survived ROTC
  In highschool, I wasn't involved in a lot of after school activities. I was a cheerleader my freshman year, but after that, I lacked the confidence to try anything else new. I didn't realize that friends are there to support you, and yes, sometimes, even push you to do the things that sort of scare you. I'm learning to be the type of friend that pushes. One of the things that I love about my classmates are the community they build - they support each other in everything and they are all each other's cheerleaders. Sometimes, all we need is a little pushing and prodding to get us out of our comfort zones to do something greater. I am forever in debt to all of my friends', classmates', and esteemed professors' pushings and proddings. Without them, I would never have been able to experience these amazing things:
1. Hosting: by the end of 1st year, I had hosted/co-hosted 5 events at the school. The grandest one was a Mr. and Ms. English pageant. Standing in the spotlight, speaking in front of a large crowd had never, ever been my forte so it was amazing to be able to learn how to control a crowd and emcee events. I am forever grateful for the opportunity. I had never done anything like it before. The things I've learned are skills that I will carry with me for the rest of my life and I don't think I will ever live "bonggang bongga" down.

2. Umak Sword president: I still feel that this was a little bit of a mistake that I was voted president, but it was such a fantastic learning experience anyways. Juggling work, ballet, and this org became too much to handle, however, it was still amazing how much we were able to accomplish in such a short amount of time. Through Sword, I was pushed to lead people. I am not a natural leader. This was such a challenge but such a learning experience to be tough and specific and to create deadlines and tasks for people. Through this, I also had the opportunities to speak to different classes in different courses and play "random game" and share stories. It was through Sword that I finally learned how to be confident and loud in front of the classroom; to speak with authority about the things that I am passionate about. I will also never forget the amazing friendship and ridiculous moments with my swordies. Swordies are the wackiest people you will ever meet. They also make me laugh the hardest - so hard I even fall over sometimes.

 3. Adventures: Before Umak, I was the most cautious commuter in the Philippines. But I believe an adventurous spirit is contagious and I have certainly caught the bug from my friends. I have ridden the jeepney late at night, gone to far off places without a taxi, car, or driver. We've walked down streets late at night and ate the most questionable meat and food options at the side of the road. We once, went up a mountain on New Year's day after only 3 hours of sleep. Just three clueless girls following one blog post, commuting way out to some province we've never been before, getting slightly lost along the way, but making it anyways. My fellow Umakians have given me a fearlessness and thirst in adventure that the very cautious, timid, pre-Umak Helen could have only dreamed of.

4. ALCU Games: My friends still laugh when I tell them that I was actually part of a sports team in college. I only ever went camping once or twice when I was younger, but the ALCU games housing experience was even worse than camping, haha! But it was also amazing. We spent a week out of the city with teams from colleges and universities all over the Philippines. Amazing. I had so much fun swimming with my team. I can't believe I was even able to come home with 2 bronze medals and one silver. That was ridiculous. I have never fought so hard and been so aggressive about winning or even reaching the the finish line as I did during ALCU. I'll never forget the whole concept of "don't give up. Finish strong." My right shoulder still hasn't fully recovered, I'm afraid it may never be the same, haha. But I have absolutely no regrets. Spending 7-12 noon at a swimming event and then going straight to a pageant that went on until 12am was perhaps the longest, hardest day of my life. But it was so worth it. I have never felt such strong support and cheering from my team mates nor did I know that I could push myself hard. Favorite phrase of the week - "push, push, push!"
Ms. CASE 2013

Ms. Umak 2nd runner up
5. Pageants: I am still laughing that this actually happened. Never in my life had I ever thought that I would do anything like this. I started the whole thing being only semi-serious, and I had so much fun just playing around and being resourceful. One thing led to another, and so it happened that this -never watched a full beauty pageant before-, 5'2", unapologetically bulky-builded, girl ended up in 3 pageants in less than 3 months. I wanted to prove that dignity is more important than showing one's "sexiness." I wanted to show that size didn't matter, that intelligence, poise, carriage, and passion is worth far more than physical appearances. I'm not quite sure if I was able to get that across, but I learned so much more in the process. I used to think little of people who would compete in pageants. I used to think it was all so shallow and objectifying and just plain stupid. Now I've learnt that there is value in knowing how to project and present yourself. It is an honor to represent your school. I also learned that it is so not my dream to be a model, or performer. Haha! I prefer the backstage and cheering people on way more than standing in the spotlight. But I will forever be grateful to my classmates, family and friends who supported me throughout it all.

  My 2nd year at UMak was jam-packed and crazy fun. We moved from building 1 to the new building, while building 1 got a very much needed make-over. All our classrooms were air-conditioned. We had amazing facilities - gym with sauna, multi-media rooms, projectors and whiteboards, beautiful bathrooms. I was working and studying, and then swimming and dancing. I met the most amazing people in the world with the kindest hearts and warmest smiles. I met girls and guys who have the most amazing fighting spirit and also the most sensitive souls. I'll never forget the many afternoons that turned into mornings with my crazy classmates in my house working hard to finish projects or study for exams. I'll never forget the speed that the food disappears from my pantry when the rotc boys would come over. My walls have witnessed tears flowing from heartbreaks and hurt, and tears flowing from uncontrollable belly laughs and giggle fits. Secrets shared in the safety of my room will stay here forever. I think because of my inability to speak tagalog fluently I was forced to learn how to listen more. I learned how sometimes there are no easy quick fixes for our problems, but sometimes just being there to listen, pray, and support eases the burden already. And again, all that I thought I knew were just the naive musings of an idealistic, sheltered girl. Real life is much more complicated. But sometimes complicated is much more valuable.


Leaving Umak

  I did not want to stop studying at Umak. I don't want to leave. But my time at Umak taught me to be unashamed of who I am and what I do. I am a nerd. I am a lover of words and literature. I am not a traditional education enthusiast. I believe in creativity and mistakes and self-learning and stories and principles and concepts. I'm not thrilled with rules and formulas. But oh how I love learning.

 I pushed myself also not to get behind on my studies since I knew that Umak wouldn't be as challenging since it's a course based on English as a 2nd language, and not as a native one. There's a quote that goes "I've never let my schooling interfere with my education" that's usually attributed to Mark Twain. I started to feel that the stress and juggle of being physically present to attend some classes that weren't challenging me or causing me to learn, were a little more than I could handle. I realized that my dreams have grown and evolved and in order to chase them, I'll need to be fully equipped and prepared. I need to be the best version of myself if I want to be a great teacher. Therefore, when the opportunity rises to pursue a more literature-based course, then of course I must take it. How can I offer anything less than my best to my future students?

  Sometimes when I share my story, people say that it was "sayang;" that my two years at Umak was such a waste since I wasn't able to finish it. But honestly, the past 2 years were the greatest years of my life. I do not regret a single thing. I still believe that the University of Makati is a wonderful school and they provide such quality education at the most amazing price. I'm not here to say that my course wasn't a good course. It is, it just didn't fit me exactly, and that's ok. Every body is different. I've met some of the most amazing people here. It breaks my heart to leave them, but I know that even though we may not be able to talk every day, week, month, or year, these friendships are made for life. I've learned so much from them. I entered Umak thinking I had so much to share, and have come out so much richer than I had begun. These gloriously gracious people gave me the confidence to reach for things despite my uncertainties. They taught me how to love my country and my people. They taught me how to understand our language. If I had gone to the States two years ago, I would not have been the person I am today. Umak has completely changed my life.

  People say the Philippines is experiencing a major economic boom. They say that the Philippines is rising to become one of the greater powerhouses in Asia. Attending Umak, I can feel so much potential in the air. When I talk to my classmates; when I see the way they passionately respond and react to different things; I just know that the next great leaders, movers, and shakers, will come from Umak. I know that 10 years from now, Umak will have the prestige similar to UP. I may no longer study at Umak, but I still believe in the greatness, power, passion, and resourcefulness of the students. I feel extremely blessed and privileged to have been able to be a part of it, even if it was just for a little while. Of course, I will be cheering on my classmates and supporting them forever. We know we can, because we're Umakians. :")

My fellow Umakians have captured my heart and I love them all so much. And yes, I love Umak.

I wrote this down here in the hopes that someday when I'm tired, worn out, and just plain confused, I can come back here and remember everything. I want to be able to remember what happened and what I set out to accomplish. I want to remember to be grateful and thankful always. I'm not who I was two years ago. And oh, thank God for His grace that He uses people to help spur us along from 'glory to glory.'

Sunday, August 4, 2013

[H] Truth Thursdays | When It Was Over

When it was over,

The rose-colored lenses fell from my eyes.

I stopped deceiving myself, stopped listening to the lies.

And I finally saw things for what they were.


When it was over,

I found freedom in the truth.

[D] Truth Thursdays | When It's Over

When you find something you want so bad to be yours
When you know you can't have it
When you have to leave it
When you know you shouldn't have it
When you keep coming back because you're afraid to lose it
When you're terrified of being forgotten
When you work so hard to make every moment count
When you make it the center of your life
When your worst fears start to come true
When you're the only one who put that much value into it
When it all comes crashing down on you
When you realize it was all a waste of time

When it's over

When your worst fears come to life
When there are no more words to be said
When there are no more tears to cry

When it's over

When you realize it had to happen
When you're finally free.

- D


Monday, July 29, 2013

[H] Truth Thursdays | This Is What I Mean When I Say

I love how different we are.

I love how I am not verbal, but you are. I find words lose their meaning once they're spoken out loud. I forget that although I can walk through a crowded bus/car/terminal and not understand what everyone else is saying, the minute I open my mouth and speak, almost everyone in my vicinity could be listening and perhaps understanding. My tongue, when unlatched, gives way to monsters and morphing creatures that are never quite right. I fear for the havoc my undisciplined words might wreak.

But you, you are verbal. You speak words out loud and there is power. There is meaning and emotion in your voice that soothes not only yourself, but everyone around you. Your words travel through space and time and is felt so concretely and so meticulously that it can leave craters or mountains in its wake. You have a way of making your words understood no matter the language it is spoken in.

Sometimes I feel I can't make myself understood in any language.

I love how you have scars from fighting other people and I have scars from fighting myself and yet we both wear them proudly on our sleeves like badges of honor earned in battle.

I love how when I use the word "sige" I mean most definitely, I promise, I shall make it happen. And when you use it, you mean perhaps, I'll try, we'll see what happens.

I love how I come from such a small close-knit traditional family and you came from a huge, spunky, crazy family. I am just tickled imagining what it must have been like to grow up in such loudness.

So when I say I love us for our differences, I don't mean it in a sarcastic way.  I don't mean it in a passive aggressive sense that I think you are living wrong; and you should be more like me. I don't mean it in a way to make you feel uncomfortable, or unwelcome. I don't mean to say that I dislike myself and wish I was more like you.

When I say I love us for our differences, what I really mean to say is that you enchant me. I'm fascinated by the way you live your life completely unlike me. I want to learn more about how you wash the dishes in a circle and not from left to right. I love studying how your fingers fidget with your things while you talk. I am spellbound by the pictures you paint of the world that you see because you use colors I do not even have in my palette. This is what I mean when I say that I love us for our differences.

And one more: I love us for our differences. I love us to the extent of our differences. My love of us reaches to the depths of the seas and the width of West to South and over the moon, around and back and through each rock, tree, deer, and pebble that stands between us -- just so long as we are different. You are you. I am me. We are not we. I love us for that. I love us for our platonic-ness, and our friendship. I love us for choosing to keep our distance. I love us for our differences. You challenge me every day.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

[H] Truth Thursdays | This Journey

Songs that make me brave...

"Helen, you're my brave little princess."  He whispered as he tucked my covers up to my chin, the faint scent of smoke still lingering from his shirt. I could feel the commotion outside as the rest of the house was shredding documents and rearranging furniture; my mother waddling around, 8 months pregnant. We knew they would come in the middle of the night for inspection, as was customary. But in this moment, my room was quiet, my dad, who had just come home after a 12 hour interrogation, was with me. All was safe. All was well.

That night and the month and a half that followed was probably the most outrightly scariest time of my life. It was also the most exciting. Uncertainty freaks the living bejeezus out of me. Uncertainty has been the only certainty in my life. I am scared every day.

I have also learned to be brave every day.

Clair de Lune - Debussy

For my fifth birthday, my grandmother gave me a cd with all the greatest classical ballet music. I would play it every morning and dance around the living room while Tchaikovsky's melodies would prance around me, urging me to twirl, twirl, twirl, up and on the couch, down to the floor, across the white carpet and under the dining table. And then this song would come on, and for some reason, this song, demanded stillness. During this song, track #7, I would rest.

I brought the cd with me when we moved to Asia. Whenever I'd feel afraid, sad, lonely, uncertain, this song would bring me comfort.

16 years later, I think I'm starting to figure out why that is. I like how this entry is titled -"This Journey." I've learned to be brave because I know this is all a journey. I know that each moment in my life shapes me and prepares me for the next one. The notes that trickle one after the other are like those moments. Some seasons are filled with quick successions of moments spiraling into a downfall or a rise. Some moments are long and drawn out. Each moment holds its own, quivering in the air until the next one takes over. Together, those notes create a wonderful melody, a beautiful sound, the most delightful music. I know that together my moments will create a beautiful life.

I trust in my Composer. From glory to glory, He said. And in all things, He works together for the good. Whatever they might have done in evil, He can turn it around for good. I can be brave in my uncertainty because I am certain in Him. I have glimpsed the coda, and though my moments alone may not make sense, I know that it will all come together in the end to form something glorious. I know that in His hands, it will be beautiful. I know that through Him, I can make music. This makes me brave. He makes me brave.

Other songs that make me brave:

Thursday, June 20, 2013

[H] Truth Thursdays | Today I Leave Behind

Today I leave behind my worries. I drop the things I cannot change and cannot control. I must be patient and mindful to sift through the things I carry to know to leave the things that don't belong.

My worry, shame, and anxiety does not belong. They do not bear fruit. They do not bring value. I drop them and they disappear.


Today I leave behind little seeds. I leave behind good thoughts, feelings, little truth in my lovelies' hearts. Today I leave behind prayers that even though I no longer see them, with a little sunshine and a healthy environment, a little bit of water, those seeds will grow.

I can not despair over them; over the things that I do not know. But I can pray. And hope that one day they'll see me as someone who has not left behind an absence, but has left behind a legacy.

[D] Truth Thursdays | Today I Leave Behind


Leaving behind
Places
People
Pieces of my heart
It's all I've been doing
I don't want to leave
I want to return 
I want to pick up
I want to stay 

But today I am here 
So today I choose

I choose to leave behind winter
I choose to leave behind the frozen air
The Frost bitten fingers 
The cold and heavy blanket of fear and loneliness

Today I leave behind winter and open my arms wide to embrace the spring and summer
Today I choose to breathe in
Today I choose to wake up and get out of the covers

Today I return
Today I am picked up 
Today I bask in the Son

 - D

Friday, June 14, 2013

[H] Truth Thursday | I Am Here

Distance is a thing that cannot be put into words. It cannot be fully drawn, mimed, or choreographed. It is not a space that can be measured, seen, smelt, tasted, or touched. It is felt.

"I am here." I whisper to the crying child on my lap. "I'm here!!" I shout from the back of the classroom. "I'm right here," I remark as I walk out of the bathroom stall.

It's funny how we are constantly having to make our presence known. I need to assure my little lovelies that I am here, that I am listening, that I am on their side. I have to declare my attendance to my professors, coaches, and employers. I need to announce my location to the people who depend on me.

We are here. We make it known. We say hello and then goodbye. We acknowledge each new presence and it's departure. We are here. And then we're there. And then we're gone.

Distance is my cloak; my shadow. It covers me in the dark. It hides me from the light. It's a step ahead and a step behind. It has followed me through 12 moves in 21 years. It connects 3 languages, cultures, and families. It has been my companion longer than any breathing person. I feel it everyday.

I feel it when we sing the national anthem - whether in Vietnam, Philippines, or America. I feel it when I hear their hard vowel sounds that I cannot, for the life of me, seem to replicate. I feel it when they talk of memories, of old music and shows and books I never knew. I feel it when they use words like 'sexy' 'foreigner' 'big' 'traditional' 'liberal.' I feel it when I'm lost. I feel it when I'm confused.

So I say, "I am here." Not only for the sake of the child that is crying in my arms, the professor at the front of the class, or the friends that are waiting for me. I say it for me. I am here to open my heart and feel pain and love and comfort. I am here to open my mind to learn something new. I am here to experience life and let it change me. I am here to make connections. I am here to live. I am here to love. I am here to listen. I am present.

I feel my presence more strongly than my distance. With every new connection I make, I feel my presence grow. Sometimes I miss the cold assurance of my distance. It is simple, it is safe, there is no pain, only yearning. My presence is terrifying. It opens me up to a sea of pain, grief, anger, injuries, and heartbreak. But it also allows joy, peace, pleasure, love, and goodness. It is a risky choice.

Distance will always be calling me out to the safe realm of disconnect. Some days it's a giant tug out alone at sea. But I am tethered back by the passions I've found in this life. At times, I am tethered back by the pain. And yet I am anchored in love. Love is dangerous. Love is vulnerable. But in Love, I am home.

So here I am. Can you feel me?

-H

[D] Truth Thursday | I Am Here

I am here:


And I'd rather be here:


And here: 


I didn't want to be here but the longer I stay here the easier it gets. The easier it gets, the more afraid I am of forgetting the place I once called "here." It hasn't happened yet, but I'm terrified of it finally happening. I keep saying that I want to go back, but I've moved around so much that I don't even know what, or where exactly I want to go back to. 

I am here. I am a flower constantly being transferred from pot to pot. Is it because I'm growing too fast? Or is it because the last one wasn't allowing me to grow enough?

I am here. Lonely, cold, and wet in the Seattle rain. Afraid to call any place "home." But this is my here. For now.


- D