Marvelous Life

Most people define the word marvelous as "wonderful, unusual, almost a miracle".  But what really makes up a marvelous life?  In the last few years of my corporate world, I desired to live a life like this.  I searched around how it is how other people live a marvelous life.  Some described it to have lots of money or making money, others stay out of debts and others for them is living in a well-manicured high-end residential house, condo or in high rise places to feel that you are at the top looking down at creations. Others simply have to travel like having breakfast in Hong Kong, dinner in Sydney.  I have not lived in a condo yet, neither in skyscraper nor make lots of money; I have been to Hong Kong some time ago but not to Sydney yet.  But to live in a real marvelous life is not limited to the things I just mentioned.   I was an idealistic yuppie hard working, obedient and respectful.  And I thought that a marvelous life is hard to achieve.  To earn it you have to wo

I am the youngest in the family of eight which includes my parents.  I spent my early childhood in two different places, Getafe and Tagbilaran City.  In Getafe we lived in a big wooden 2-storey house and we "own" one room with a stairway that would lead to the basement which serves as our kitchen.  It was a dirty kitchen and there was no flooring. And there was a big dog named War who would sit on the uppermost staircase looking down at us while we ate and beside War was a big orange cat named Oblada. I have several cousins in that big house two boys about my age and they would come and we would play on weekends. And there were also younger siblings of my father whom I have known to be his half-brothers and half-sisters. I also have fond memories of Lola Dora my father's step mother. She was a stern woman, hard-working and whenever I have fever I remember her giving a massage with a peculiar touch of relief. I learned to weave mat in that house she was so skilled on that.

     I was in the state of rewiring the circuits of my brain and guarding my thoughts was my game as my mother was having litany for the second time on her ill feelings towards some cousins, some members of my family including me and some years back.        I returned home for good and with the reason to be near to my mother whom I thought was lonely with our eldest brother who is sometimes hard to please. I used up some of my hard earned savings to build myself a tiny house adjacent to the main house and to make the backyard look more decent.    I was inside when I heard sounds of scrap and irons and woods threw from somewhere to somewhere and then my mother was murmuring about a mess in the back yard (our backyard has full of junks actually).  This the second time. When things like this happens I have learned to keep cool otherwise chaos would loom.  I was listening to her murmurs. She got upset over the bundles of firewood my brother has just ordered. And when I peeped out I co

Macrame is defined by Wikipedia is a form of textile-making using knotting rather than weaving or knitting. Years ago a friend taught me how to do it and from then on I started my own craft. I made shoulder bags and pouches for friends. Because the work takes time and effort I just do it as a hobby, and eventually a passion. That was years ago and one unfinished worked was uncovered when I made some renovations of my bedroom. And I am hooked at it naturally. I started it long time ago and have to finish it.

No place like home. It has been four months but I get by.  On my own.  I had my tiny house adjacent at the back of our main house.  I had my small kitchen, small home office, and small room. I have a tiny puppy which would become a small dog. Stock market is not so good at this time, but I get by. I went to alumni home coming became one of the board members.  On Mondays I have my church voluntary work. Other days I'm home just fiddling with my computer.