My family and I went on a road trip around my home island in the Philippines, and we ended up in an ancestral house in Silay City, Negros Occidental (which is closer to Bacolod City). The house, built by a politician/sugar baron named Gaston, was a roomy 12 bedroom house with old world vibes.
It was a wide-open spaced house, with lots of big floor to ceiling windows, and a very large rooms. Walking around, you could almost pretend that you were in a different century (actually, the whole decor reminded me of the period show, The Knick” :-)).
Anyway, the story of the flowers was that, in a dark house that was so somber, I found a whole bucketful of them. Actually, I was just walking around the house, with my niece Kylie, who is 10, tagging along, taking her own photos, when I saw these on the floor.
The were a mixed variety of mums and Santans and baby’s breath…all wildflowers picked from outdoors, placed in a tin bucket, probably for use later. They were really pretty, and with the sunlight washing the office in light, I had to admit, that common weeds that they were, they made for a beautiful bunch of a serendipitous find. Something I would not have seen if I had not looked, and was always preoccupied with something (that I could not possibly do much about.)
It was just really pretty…and I remembered how important it was to be on the lookout for something. It was always helpful to one’s soul to always look for something beautiful, and good everywhere.
What was your serendipitous surprise today?
“Hey Matt, have you seen these babies?” I asked my 9 year-old nephew one time, while we were having lunch at their place.
“Sure, tita, they’ve been there for about 3 days already…” he said to me, referring to the new hamsters.
“For real?” I asked. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and went ahead to join the others.
I stuck around for a little longer, staring at how amazing it was that they were so miniturized they were, and yet all their organs were working, all their paws were formed, right down to the littlest claws. Amazed at how such things could survive, I snapped away with my phone camera, wanting to capture the beauty of their movements. Everything was fascinating up close, and I was in awe at how I could see their organs beating through their nearly-transparent skin.
Despite the fact that these are tiny creatures were rodents, and could be considered vermin, they were in this primordial form, and it never failed to amaze me to see how surely they took their deep breaths of air into their little lungs, and how determined they were to seek out their mother’s teats to survive on the milk from them.
Although posting this photo may make it seem like it is in bad taste, I’ll do it anyway, as it is a good exercise in seeing how these tiny forms remind us of how great things are (however small they may be), when they happen. Viewing the world with a sense of wonder, always makes things worthwhile.
Lady in Green trying to squeeze through the throng of devotees of St. Anthony. Sibulan, June 2016.