Hungry to see my blog friend’s daily poem.
Yes, Debbie used to post daily poem from her daily Bible readings.
It blessed me.
Some of her poems made it to the walls of our room, my office and friends inbox.
Captured over images of moments enjoyed with my family.
They are special to me.
It speaks to me.
Daily baths only cleanse me physically.
I need more than that.
I need God.
If I see no beauty, I see no God.
I got to see God.
When something is wrong, sometimes my heart doesn’t feel right.
I seek Him.
He who makes my heart right.
I heard words that crushed me, lingered long within.
I heard words that lifted me, temporary high.
I heard His Word, love assured.
Whatever your circumstance right now, I believe there is a Simple Poem, Simple Faith in Deb’s Blog that will speak to you.
That will speak to you.
He will speak to you.
He will speak.
If today we hear.
‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’ – Jeremiah 33:3
There is a growing appreciation for handmade goodies, crafters and artists all throughout the world. I, for one, am a fan because I know there is much love woven on each piece.
Last June 15, I was able to check the Future Market in First United Building — thanks to the local organizer 98B COLLABoratory! Thanks for the fun-filled day! I was glad to interact with crafters and artists — couldn’t do that in malls with mass produced items. And so I am day dreaming to be part of Future Market — not only as buyer but as seller as well!
It was cool checking the cool stuff created by the cool crafters and artists. Yes, too much coolness – and warmth too with the pre-loved and vintage items!
Here are the few that I captured with my phone…
What immediately came to mind was ‘gates to hell’ — Dan Brown’s reference to Manila in his novel Inferno. And I laughed for so many reasons, including thoughts about Dan Brown 🙂
The artist is a retiree from the corporate world — and so I bought two for my two girlfriends.
Button magnets by cool ladies — and so I bought ten for my crafty daughter.
Still from the cool ladies — we have live spider though at home.
Handy cloth bags — I bought one not only to contain my purchases for the day; not only because I know it’s not easy to sit all day waiting for a customer but because…
it’s a happy picture 🙂
Art in the map — I bought the one with ‘imagine’ on the hat because I like the old map, the ink, and the word!
Cool robotins from UVLA but I didn’t bring one home with me — my boys only say cooooool for Ironman and Transformers.
This tray is what I took from UVLA — aside from the bits of rust I gave in for ‘Raindrops on roses…’ and other simple things.
There were collector’s items such as old magazines, old coins…
vintage radio and I’m not sure what…
Vintage books — I bought Jose Rizal (His Exile) copyright 1958 for Php20.00 (half dollar). And bought too Huling Hudhud with interesting photos and poems written in Filipino.
And there were pre-loved books and these two at Php49.00 and Php99.00 were good reasons enough to bring home. And to share some nuggets (not the mc nuggets because Michael Pollan won’t like it):
“It’s not food if it arrived through the window of your car.” – from Food Rules.
“The wearer best knows where the shoe pinches.” – from The Quotable Walker.
Framed black and white photos of everything Manila. I was tempted to buy the photo of City Hall’s clock because I passed by it every day of my college years going to Intramuros but instead decided to take the shot myself — getting personal.
Hey Kessy (seller of washi tapes) was there but unfortunately the ‘tape measure’ print I’m looking for is not available — it should be my little surprise for my fashionista daughter who tries her hand on sewing machine.
And so I bought this spiked cloth bag for my daughter. How each cone was formed, stitched, and attached to the bag is awesome — I know it is awesome because my daughter shrieked when she saw it!
Cool spiked bags in different colors by Clint of W.O.R.M.S. – Wearing One Really Makes Sense.
Artwheel has sculptures and accessories made of wires. The yoga man came home with me — he can do sun salutation and other poses because he is wired to do so 🙂
Wrecked shorts — no need to bring one home. My daughter has wrecked more than enough. I think it’s about time that she sells too 🙂
The best part of the day was when I joined this group by Project Manila and made something of my own to be part of…
this labyrinth. It was good. Walking around here. Connecting to oneself. Even for a few moments.
You are perfect! Believe me, perfect does not necessarily equate to flawless 🙂
She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands. – Proverbs 31:13
Oh yes! If in doubt, ask my kiddos!
My kiddos regularly say I am the best mom.
I know I am not but still I accept with deep thanks their love for me – it’s God’s gift.
I know it is the adult me and other adults who say I am not the best mom, or them not the best mom, or them not the best person.
But my kiddos know better. They appreciate who I am and not look for who I am not compared to others; they appreciate what I can do and not look for what I do imperfectly compared to others; they appreciate my love and not look for another mom.
The more they appreciate me regardless of the condition we are in, the more I feel their overflowing love. The more thankful and happier I am!
We adults have a lot to learn from the kids.
– No comparing. Appreciate the person who loves you.
– The best doesn’t mean perfect.
– No need to focus on imperfection, love instead.
– There can be a billion bests. It only needs people who are grateful enough.
Happy mother’s day to the best mom — YOU ARE THE BEST MOM!
If in doubt, be kiddolike.
“Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “‘From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?” – Matthew 21:16
Another artsy bonding time!
Last Saturday the kiddos and I were in Jaime Velasquez Park, Salcedo Village for the Art In The Park 2013.
My eldest daughter and I were excited on the event. She’s excited enough to invite her two best friends with us. And I am excited too that I reminded myself of the policy, “No buying until I sleep over it for at least a fortnight.”
And so that meant NO BUYING because the event is only for one day! And so that meant bringing in extra towel lest I drool over the inspiring lovely fantastic artsy creations of the artists!
True enough I started to drool on the first booth. Woot! Woot! There was a mosaic owl mirror which could be a whimsical addition to my wall mirrors. But sorry it wasn’t the fortnight yet. Owleave you then, bye.
We haven’t gone far when I drooled again on the potters’ area. I wantttt Joey de Castro’s jumbo cup and saucer! I wanttt Mia Casal’s clay necklace and ring! I wantttt Jon and Tessy Pettyjohn’s tea set! But sorry it wasn’t the fortnight yet. Huhuhu — stop claying you’re a big girl now, okay?
Do I have to mention that the towel was quite wet already when my heart gone giddy yap giddy yap? No, I don’t think there’s a need to mention the wet towel but I have to mention that I shrieked for the horse taka – the same time my youngest shrieked for the rag doll! But sorry it wasn’t the fortnight yet. Poor baby but she knew she’ll have it one of these days – we will make one.
And so you asked, “Where are the photos of these drool worthy things?”
And I replied, “Sorry I was busy wiping.”
But here are some of the photos of other lovely creations.
No, he is not my kiddos’ granddad. He is Pete Jimenez, the artist whose sculptures was wow worthy. Wow worthy enough that we had seen SOLD SOLD SOLD on empty platforms!
Here’s one of his creations for the women. The cheapest ‘Her Mess’ bag but as of our stay it wasn’t sold yet. Could it be snatched by a bag lover should its title was ‘Her Miss’?
My misses – the ones I haven’t bought? But there will be Art In The Park next year — and it’s more than a fortnight by then!
Thank you so much to the Art In The Park organizers and artists — it was another memorable bonding time for the family!
He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as engravers, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them skilled workers and designers. – Exodus 35:35
Will you understand me?
It’s okay if you don’t — at all times.
Because I do not understand myself as well — at all times.
Sometimes I go crazy. Sometimes crazier.
What I don’t understand is I sometimes prefer the crazier me.
Maybe my Creator prefers the same too. Who knows.
Will you marry me?
It’s okay if you don’t — I’m married already.
That is not actually a question. It’s the topic in today’s Sunday service.
Well maybe it’s a question.
The important foundations of marriage were discussed — 5 C’s.
Covenant. Communication. Chemistry. Character. Christ.
I would say that if you only take Christ — He is the strongest foundation there is.
I take this question with me.
Will you now do that chairs stacked in the garage? Is that my conscience whispering?
Got to move then! And so out the messy chairs — red leather seats torn and removed.
These chairs have been repainted and reupholstered twice. That’s a different story.
What I’ll share today is I need to do this fast because my conscience might not make me sleep. Lol!
And so no more reupholstering. I just grabbed the spray paint, brush, and poster paints.
And quickly here it is.
Just like that. It’s done!
Oh the other chair? It has a different question of course.
I will post it next time because I have yet to decide if I’ll include a marriage story with it. Lol!
Will you please share what’s your “WILL YOU?”
No you may not direct the question to me.
You want to ask God, “Will you…?”?
Go ahead please.
‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’ – Jeremiah 33:3
Will you please join me in the fab furni party here?
BUY, PICK, LUST!
Every day I am confronted in the road by screaming billboards. Reminding me that I have yet to own the latest in fashion and technology; that I have yet to achieve the silkiest skin and society’s dream body; that their cake is chocolatier and the chicken is crispier.
It made me breathe less or shall I say that my breathing is heavier, harder — “Chocolate cake or dream body? Latest in fashion or crispy chicken?” It’s hard to satisfy advertisers at the same time — more so if you are not at all interested but somehow compelled to want it.
I dream of regular road travels that will leave me breathless of nature’s beauty and abundance. And today I want to thank Artist Stephen Glassman for his dream of putting a crack in the urban skyline and allow us to take a breath despite the traffic.
Urban Air will transform existing old urban billboards to breathing spaces with suspended bamboo gardens.
To make this come true at least $100,000.00 pledges is needed — and then the project will be funded. Please check the team behind the project in their KickStarter page.
I can’t wait to see similar project here in the Philippines.
I can’t wait to see a whispering billboard reminding me to BREATHE, PRAISE, LOVE.
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD. – Psalm 150:6
I thank God that I can create things on times when I felt dwarfed by challenges and can’t seem to hear the singing birds.
I meant to make a table out of this scrap wood but for now it will serve as a reminder that I do not need to wait for that future time to serve a purpose – that right now, in whatever state I am, I can serve a purpose, that I have a purpose, that I may be the purpose.
And so while mommy was busy painting seeds of hope, my little girl joined me. She painted her Snow White in the tray. Wouldn’t the dwarfs be happy with that – even Grumpy?
I may be the purpose. To make me understand that if the seven dwarfs had Snow White, I have Jesus – who will wash me whiter than snow. This is true. Not a fairy tale.
But that is not to say that I don’t believe in fairy tale – especially if the fairy is my daughter peeking through the gate made of scrap wood 🙂
Wish now and it will come true!
Do I hear you wishing for more fabulous repurposed scrap wood? Close your eyes…wishy, wishy, wishy, wonderful you – your wish now come true! Now open your eyes in Funky Junk Interiors world!
If scrap woods can be made for different purposes, ever wonder why we are made? Let’s hear it and not forget that we are loved!
Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
– Psalm 73:25