The most haunting longing for most Filipino migrants peaks on Christmas. In the midst of one of the most joyous occasion of Christendom, one feels the yearning for those whose warmth can only be relived in one’s memory.
I am no exception.
Christmas Eve in our humble Cebu residence was a riot of sorts. It was a culmination of months of planning and preparation. Execution had to be perfect as it will be a sacrilege to do otherwise.
Crisp, sunny days herald the new season. The flowers are abloom. The bees are awake from its long winter slumber. The birds are chirping a repertoire of joy.
Most of us in foreign lands kept within our hearts memories of people and events of times past we reminisce in moments of quiet reflection. Sharing these memories enriches us all.
It is an exercise worthy of a United Nations disarmament treaty. Each party to the agreement tries to outdo the other by imposing its own terms and conditions. The timelines are hotly debated and is closely aligned with the lunar cycles.
Often the musing of one’s own heart can only be felt through the beating of another one’s heart.
Mothers often describe it as the pull strings that signal her that her child is unwell. The same connection stirs a father’s protective instinct when his offspring is threatened.
The most haunting longing for most Filipino migrants peaks on Christmas. In the midst of one of the most joyous occasion of Christendom, one feels the yearning for those whose warmth can only be relived in one’s memory.
Spring is with us.
Most of us in foreign lands kept within our hearts memories of people and events of times past we reminisce in moments of quiet reflection. Sharing these memories enriches us all.
It is an exercise worthy of a United Nations disarmament treaty. Each party to the agreement tries to outdo the other by imposing its own terms and conditions. The timelines are hotly debated and is closely aligned with the lunar cycles. 
Often the musing of one’s own heart can only be felt through the beating of another one’s heart.