MOVING ON

I've written many times about my bad memories as well as the good ones I've collected on my late Father, who was not exactly the ideal one (at least, not even one of those types you read on stereotyped characterizations of fathers). I'm grateful he and I had managed to deliberately patch many of the issues we had on each other before he passed on in late 2006. It is an understatement to say that I've learned so much from these really bad experiences with my late Father. I'm just shaking my head over postings I've been reading from relatives and friends who have been expressing their salutations to their fathers on Father's Day . I'm really, genuinely, very happy for them. In my case, I know I won't be able to say something really similar to my late Father. I'll leave it at that, and I'm grateful that my father was very instrumental in turning me into someone I am right now. I would not take it any other way, or I'll be dishonest with my

The admonition above showed up in today's happy hint from The Reach Approach, of which I've subscribed. I actually use one of the videos on 'Asking for Nothing and Receiving Everything' for my usual daily yoga practice, where I've gained so much clarity of mind and opportunities to exercise myself , and I've made some insights into my own existence here (i.e., why things happen this way and not that way, why am I alive now, etc etc etc). And in the process of continuing to do my yoga practice, I've shared into the whole universe my questions, my frustrations, my appreciation, my dreams, my longings and I've seen how and when the universe responded accordingly to my actions. Actually, I'm guessing that among the blessings I've received included this particular admonition. Before I read it, I was toiling on cleaning the mess that my weekend caregiving client did in the bathroom before I showed up early in the morning. It was a disgusting, terribl

Of course, I'm perfectly happy that same-sex marriages are now officially recognized by the US Federal government after the Supreme Court of the USA has come up with its decision that came days before the annual Gay Pride Parade. I recall now the conversations that my late good friend John Kreckler made  had with me about the idea of being in a same-sex marriage. You may have to come to think of it, as he and I would have been married if he's still alive today. He's basically monogamous, and viewed marriage as a sanctifying union between two persons. We had gotten to know each other really well such that we were sharing many moments of being together, sad or otherwise. We had so many concerns in our friendship and we couldn't proceed because something was holding us. I have told him about my long term partnership with someone who is still based in the Philippines. And he knew so many other facts about me, which I knew he acknowledged and accepted to be not getting in th

Today, my landlord's pet, Bingo, passed on. He lived for 19 years (human terms) and has been the constant companion of my landlord in whose house I've been staying with some other roommates for over 4 years now. On the overall, Bingo had been a well-behaved and loyal dog that would tend to bark whenever he wanted to when he was still in very good health. And I recall he took the effort to come by my room yesterday, which was surprising as he has not done that in many months since he has started being sickly and looking so tired most of his last days. I would bring him down the stairs so he could do his thing, but I noticed yesterday, he was behaving really confused and seemingly like he's unable to do more with his life. He would be keeping to himself and would stay in just one corner of my landlord's bedroom. Bingo refused to eat food nor drink water since yesterday, and I was thinking to myself that he's on his way then.  I heard the story from my landlord that

Once in a while, I would receive messages from readers who share me bit and pieces of their own moving on experiences. Without doing any editing work and having received her permission, I copy-pasted a most touching message from Malou (Evans) whom I met online and has since then connected with me. I've always been thankful for these wonderful people in my life. They fill up most comfortable the gaps I know exist in my life as I face my own moving on challenges. My friend's letter reads below: Hi Jerome, Yes I do read your articles and funny enough I became your follower. I was touched on a certain articles as if I  reading your memoir .( I believe my friend's referring to my article about my relationship with my late father ). God is good He gave us the power to love even to the people who hurt us. I was hurt and abused my kindness and it took me 3 years trying to evaluate why me? But of course there is no answer and all I do is to practise letting go and eventually p