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Fair endings. Manila, February 2017

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 The start of February had me going to Manila to participate in a lecture that focused on Psychodynamic Psychotherapy.

It was an extremely exciting feeling to be there to listen to my mentors do what they do best. They talked about their passion and zeal for Psychotherapy, as well as discussed the new trends and the principles and concepts behind it, with equal aplomb.

All of therapy is a relationship, and like any relationship, ground rules must be set and understood. One simply does not start psychotherapy, without a goal planned. What constitutes talk therapy is a whole lot of effort from both therapist and patient/client, and a good deal of time. And like any other relationship, both parties may come to a point where they have to say goodbye. To “terminate” properly, so that the lessons learned are understood. That feeling of abandonment, from when one is dropped hastily and without proper closure, does more harm actually despite the apparent progress in therapy.

This got me thinking about personal experiences with “improper termination” in a romantic relationship years back.  The severance of that relationship was sudden, and the boundaries were  never clear, and thus it took quite a while to adjust and process to.  It was perhaps one of the most confusing experiences I’ve ever been through. The pain from which, has eventually become “useful” later in life. We sometimes learn our lessons in relating the hard way. Unpleasant, yes, but life-altering, definitely. #


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The day before All Souls Day

“So, what are you going to do with these pictures?”

(I often get asked why I take pictures… I have a voluminous collection of snaps in my iphone, which I carry around while my “formal” camera is in repair. I just see something I like, and then, I see possible stories in my head because of it. Or, in some way, I am reminded of something that happened to me…it could actually be anything.  The following pictures are examples.)

Gentleman in yellow. October 30, 2016.  (Do you know how, when someone looks up and points at the sky, you immediately want to look up and see what it was he was pointing at? Well, this was what I felt when I saw this person staring at something in the sky behind me. I actually never got to ask him what it was, but that look on his face was interesting enough.

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It was just a big red dump truck, really eye-catching. You couldn’t miss it.

Flowers in ready for November 1 (which is a National Holiday for us here in the Philippines.

The theme for the afternoon was yellow.

Yellow #2 Girl in a yellow t-shirt, waiting for the florist’s version of ikebana.l

Yellow #3. I saw her while walking down the street to get to the pop-up flower stalls near the public market. She wore a gold-colored top, and a tiny yellow umbrella, which I doubt provided a lot of reprieve from the sun.  I think she probably was squinting, more than the fact that she was mad at me. 🙂


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The Silver Lining

For the longest time, I had feared having my days die out slowly… softly into oblivion.

That wasn’t the way I had wanted to go,  of course.

Anything; with a bang, with drama, was a better ending that dying, forgotten.

Keeping a blog was one of those things I considered doing long-term so I could assuage myself of the fear of possibly dying without ever sharing anything of use to the world. Now, the world will not suffer from the lack of my sharing anything, but it is essential to my heart and well-being that I do something about this.

Many times I have little blasts of interest and frissons of passion which bring me here to type again, and share my life. It has been a struggle lately. My day job has been taking up a lot of my time, so that when I get home at night, I am overwhelmed and would much rather just work out a little and go to bed.

Perhaps it is different, nowadays. I have the desire to write, of course, and I am not at a lack for stories. However, the part where one sits down to actually write is actually the hard part. I am so easily distracted, because there are more things happening than I can accommodate salience…

Today, I received some hallelujah signs… My friend Mandy posted a link to a John Steinbeck gem of an article, and @dragonflylogic101’s comeback piece. 🙂 Both of them contributed to the gentle “push” to get on and write my life out again.

Thank you, Ladies!

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“…where the silver lining starts to show…”

I had a good day at work today…

I can’t go into detail about my work, but it would suffice it to say, that at the end of the day, I am so glad I put in the work for these people that I’m helping. Today was a good day for them to check on them, because I was reminded once again that although I only get to help people one at a time, the hard work we both put in made a huge difference in their lives and in that of their families.

It is times like these that I feel extremely grateful that I get to do what I do for people.

Time, effort and dedication brought this into fruition, and I am always grateful.

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And thus ends today’s bid not to drift off unnoticed into oblivion… You will be seeing me more frequently here, starting today. 🙂

 


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The Ship Builder

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Edmund the shipbuilder. April 2015. Dumaguete, Philippines.

 

He had a grand old beauty on his shoulder…

While on one of my occasional walks on the promenade some months, I saw this fellow with four of these ships in his hands. This one was the biggest, and he had three more medium-sized and small ones in the other hand. I was so taken by the details of the handiwork that I had to ask for his permission to take this photo.

He obliged of course, and I said, “Thank you, I’ll let my friends know about you!”

When I posted it on one of my social media sites, I immediately was flooded with queries as to the cost of the ships, and how we could contact him. These tiny details, crucial they may be, was overlooked as I was mesmerized, and busy trying to compose the picture in my head. Embarrassing it may have been, I was at a loss, and could only tell people that he was around at the Boulevard and that I would ask him when I saw him again.

A few months later,  I was with my friend from grade school and he was the one who noticed him. He said, “Hey, isn’t that the guy you took a picture of?” So we met up with him, and I asked the questions that I needed.

His name was Edmund, an Ilonggo from Guimaras, and he regularly traveled to sell his boats. They were actually costing from Php 3,500 to Php 6,500, and could be made to order.

Things of beauty, these things were.

If you see Edmund on the Boulevard, do me a favor…Say hello, and check out his beauties. Who knows, maybe you might fall in love with them like I did! 🙂

 

 


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Pedicabs

Pedicabs in line. Philippines. August 2016.

Small streets call for small modes of transportation. 🙂

Where I come from, the more popular mode of public transportation are these “pedicabs” (others refer to them as “pedibox” just because) and they are likened to “taxicabs”, because they bring you to wherever you want in the city, for the going price of 8 pesos per trip (or a little bit more if you want to go someplace farther).

They are convenient, breezy, and fairly cheap mode of transportation, in a city that has 1-2 taxis in service. 🙂