Images of Happy Place

This week’s Photo Challenge is the word ESCAPE.

The first thing that came to mind is this place we have been going to every year for the past 10 years now.  It’s at the southern most tip of Baja California Sur peninsula, which to me, is just an extension of California. We just happen to live in its most northern parts.

Beach Bed at Cabo Pacifica, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico photo credit (c) Marc Roxas

Beach Bed at Cabo Pacifica, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico photo credit (c) Marc Roxas

Snack on the Beach with an ice-cold sweet alcohol-laced concoction, photo credit (c) Maj L. Yee

Snack on the Beach with an ice-cold sweet alcohol-laced concoction, photo credit (c) Maj L. Yee

The Sunset at Sunset Beach, Pueblo Bonito, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, photo credit (c) M. Roxas

The Sunset at Sunset Beach, Pueblo Bonito, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, photo credit (c) M. Roxas

The beach bed to lounge away, enjoy the perfect weather, and read on a Kindle.  The snack and drink for lazy grazing, and the sunset to behold as the day turns into night.

What more can one ask for?

 

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Garage Sale Finds From Long Ago

Things Found in Garage Sales, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Things Found in Garage Sales, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Today’s Daily Prompt is about Memories for Sale.

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

I don’t have to pretend to do this. My hubby and I used to stop and browse through these.

Back in the mid-80′s, when we were newly married, newly moved to Toronto, newly settled in our apartment, newly adjusted to Ontario’s four seasons (We came from a place where there were two seasons: hot/dry and rainy season), we would venture out of Toronto on the weekends to get to know our new stomping ground and the surrounding parts.  Sometimes, we would come across garage sales. Or, we would spot little antique shops, usually out of someone’s home in the country, really, not like the sophisticated and fully secured structures downtown that would rival Fort Knox.  These were small homegrown enterprises. They called these locales, “cottage country.”

Over the years, we picked up a few items that have slowly shaped the feel and flavor of our homes. (Through our marriage, we have lived in 12 homes. Our current one has been our home the longest so far.)  This morning, I walked around the house and I chose three finds as featured above.

The typewriter is heavy, well-built and sturdy. I can’t get it to work anymore. The keys stick. The return is not consistent. And I lost one of the covers for the back leg.  I’ve been wondering where I can have it restored.  Does anyone know?  I’m in Northern California now. Not Halliburton, Ontario.  Anyone know any tinkerers?

The teapot says “Japan” on its base.  It probably adorned many a cold wintry evening somewhere.  We used it for our tea while we burned the midnight oil studying for our medical qualifying exams.  After several moves and newer, prettier teapots, it was retired. It now sits at the back of a top cupboard shelf with many other “previously loved” items.

The candle stands were a find. We found them somewhere in Quebec. Very French. Great piece of work.  Interesting details.  I remember using them a lot when our power would go out and we would bundle up our little daughter, and we would sit by the fireplace for warmth. That was more than 20 years ago.

Such are the memories these finds bring whenever I see them scattered around our home. They will remain a part of our household for as long as I can still house them. Then, will I find them new homes one day?  When I can’t take care of them anymore, I suppose.

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Angie’s Confession

Angelina Jolie, photo courtesy of wallpapers.brothersoft.com

Angelina Jolie, photo courtesy of wallpapers.brothersoft.com

People like Angelina Jolie will always elicit a reaction, whether positive or negative, from just about everyone.  It’s hard to ignore her kind.  Extremely attractive, to say the least. (Yes, this can backfire when people choose to be ruled by jealousy, envy, competitiveness, pettiness, cattiness.)  Far from conventional, by most American standards.  Defiant even.  Not an airhead either.  Opinionated and passionate.  Outwardly, very cool, confident, calm, and collected (4-C’s!) to complement the charisma and comeliness.

Iconic, I would go as far.

I have always found her an attractive woman to start with.  She defies conventional categorizing, i.e., cute, girl-next-door type, all-American, classic, fun, athletic, bombshell, siren, etc.  She can be a lot of these, I suppose, depending on whatever transformation she has come up with.  But that’s her on-screen, not in real life.

I respect her insistence on privacy and owning her life.  I lump her with Jody Foster, Meryl Streep, Daniel Day Lewis, etc. for their celebration of their being public figures while at the same time insisting that the public keep their distance with their private lives.  You know how impermeable their shields are when the media publish the most outrageous stories taunting them to respond.  Does not work!

I do have a sister-in-law who might spit at the mere mention of her name though, even to this day. “That adulteress!” I can hear the disdainful hiss.  That’s okay too.  Everyone has an opinion and is entitled to it.

And then she comes out of her uber-private sanctum to talk about her preventive double mastectomy.  She says she wants this event to take the conversation about breast cancer to yet another level for women around the world. Click on My Medical Choice, her Op-Ed published by New York Times on May 14, 2013.

Ovarian and breast cancer patients in a pedigr...

Ovarian and breast cancer patients in a pedigree chart of a family (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Breasts have never been a neutral topic either.  Breasts evoke femininity, nourishment, mothering, reproduction, and, in the last couple of hundred years, sexual symbols.  More so, in the recent hundred with all the fashion accoutrements, enhancements and even reduction options.  Even young girls, as early as middle school, are conscious of “cleavage” advantages.  Then imagine the body-image issues that accompany mastectomies and breast cancer, and this is on top of the angst over any big-C!  Not even all the psychiatrists in the world can assuage the psychological abyss that a woman can plunge into with all the bombarded images of beauty the media has dished out.

How many women of all ages have we lost over the decades to this unfair affliction?  Too many.

I have lost some friends to breast cancer over the years. Some of them were people I went to school with.  I have friends who have the breast-ovary-colon cancer spectrum in their family and their family members have been advised to complete their families early and have prophylactic mastectomy and/or ovariectomy by their mid-thirties. When I was gathering information about this a few years ago for a friend, I found out that up to 18% of women with this family history have been found to have stage I or II ovarian cancer at the time of prophylactic ovariectomy at the recommended age of 34-36 years.  It is a very  formidable adversary indeed!

English: pink ribbon

English: pink ribbon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I do have a family history of breast cancer, albeit a little bit removed. One maternal aunt and my maternal grandmother both succumbed to it.  My aunt was 42 when she was diagnosed and she passed away before she was 50. My grandmother was in her early nineties when she was diagnosed and she lived another few years after treatment. The latter might not count for much considering her age.  I am lucky that I have been found to be BRCA negative, although I deplore the health care industry for not picking up the tab for this and for Myriad and their steep pricing for the test. It’s prohibitive for most women at this time. I saved up for it.  My hubby supported me on the decision to get tested.

I am posting this bit of news to salute Ms. Jolie for what she is doing.  All this has taken a lot of courage and conviction on her part.  I admire people who turn a bad event in their lives into something that will bring about good.  I do my best to always do that.

I hope she uses her celebrity status to keep the conversation alive and spur more research and advancement in such technologies, even transcend ultra-religious wailing and thrashing about. I also hope she can stimulate conversation about body image issues and perhaps, fuel doubt with the existing distorted standards for beauty in our dysfunctional society.  Am I asking for too much?

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On Stem Cells and Human Embryos

Stem cell diagram illustrates a human fetus st...

Stem cell diagram illustrates a human fetus stem cell and possible uses on the circulatory, nervous, and immune systems. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This morning, I heard on All Things Considered, that scientists have been able to clone human embryos capable of producing pluripotent stem cells.

Hooray!  This is a milestone for treatment options for diseases that plague humankind.  I have always been a staunch advocate of stem cell research and I applaud and cheer on our scientists for the work they have painstakingly taken on in spite of political, religious, and whatever bigoted backlash they have received over the past 20 years.

Can we all just revel in the milestone for once and not start to parse the moral and religious issues from the ultra-conservative god-knows-how-extreme right?

This is really a landmark event!!!

P.S. See photo stream posted on Flickr and from University of Michigan!

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On The Orphan Master’s Son

The Orphan Master's Son by Adam Johnson

The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson

I have this long list of books I need and want to read. I promised to start clearing a few during this trip. On the plane, I chose to start with The Orphan Master’s Son an Adam Johnson novel that came highly recommended. It wasn’t until I downloaded it from Amazon that I realized it had won the Pullitzer Prize for Fiction recently.

The story is set in North Korea, or more completely, the “Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.” Like a previous novel I had read, this one takes me to a place that is completely foreign to the world I know and move in, or have traveled to, in more ways than its physical geography. The author describes the landscape with such intricate detail that transports the reader to the lowest sump pits of interrogation bunkers to the highest of hills on the suburbs of Pyongyang or out to sea on board the Junma. You can almost smell the pungency rising out of the rice paddies as he describes the grueling 16-hour harvesting the “volunteers” from the city were required to perform as a reminder of their kinship with their comrades on the countryside.

The story is layered with real events that happen to the main characters contrasted with its fictionalized propaganda versions blaring out non-stop on loudspeakers in every household, office, anywhere there were citizens for that matter, like a daily soap opera. In the latter, the Dear Leader is, of course, always glorified as the savior, the benevolent father, the wise protector and sage teacher of the entire populace. What a novel way to brainwash, by entertaining reality-show style!

I found the story line both engaging (I was obsessed until I finished it!) and multi-dimensional. The story begins with Jun-do, who lives in an orphanage that his father has been tasked to manage. He is the orphan master of Long Tomorrows (They do have odd names of places and even government agencies and programs). Although he is not technically an orphan, Jun-do is labeled as one for having grown up in the place. His mother was taken away to Pyongyang, never to be seen again, when Jun-do was very young. There are statements of her beauty and her talent for singing. His father forever resents the forced separation but must acquiesce to the Dear Leader’s commands and whims. By telling you this, I’m not giving away much of the story. I’m only scraping the surface, really.

Although the assignments for the various characters seem quite macabre at times, you can’t help but feel sorry for their plight and their conditions.  In spite of all the gore and injustice, you can’t help but be sympathetic and even root for them.

Some critics have labeled the novel a thriller, a dark comedy, a satire, even a love story or a political dystopia. I say, it’s all of the above. Once you begin, you can’t put it down. You want to know the twists and turns of where your protagonists are headed. At the same time, you are confronted with the realities of living in an extreme totalitarian society. In order for the characters to maintain their sanity, they need to inject some humor into their tragic plight, which makes for dark commentary. One of the lines I can’t seem to forget is when the character known only as the interrogator (names are not important to some, as are identities), asked his father, “Is it just about survival? Is that all there is?”

If you’re a fan of post-apocalyptic dystopian societies like “The Hunger Games” or “Legend,” then you’ll get a kick out of this one. The only difference is, this world does exist in our time and somewhere in our world now. Maybe one can argue that the Korean War was their catalytic event and they had to reinvent themselves in the aftermath of all the destruction. Of interest too is their view of freedoms and injustices and how they see the rest of the world outside as oppressed, limited and stunted compared to their freedoms and privileges under the care of their Great Leader, who by the way, is the ultimate orphan master. Everyone drinks the Dear Leader’s cool-aid. Or else.

You know when a book has left an impact on you when you continue to move within the world it created in your head long after you turned the last page. This is one of them.

At Hacienda Cantina, somewhere at the edge of Playa Medano, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

At Hacienda Cantina, somewhere at the edge of Playa Medano, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

My apologies for not catching up with posts and comments. Have had spotty internet access for a few days.

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View From Above

Last Friday’s DP Photo Challenge was “From Above.”  I’ve been running around a lot these past few days and have not had a chance to post, let alone read my fellow bloggers’ posts. But I felt I needed to just quickly jump in and give my take on this challenge.  I promise to view everyone else’s creative interpretations once I’m well on my way to my upcoming vacation.

View of Manarola's main drag from the train station above, Cinque Terre, Italy 2012, photo credit Likeitiz

View of Manarola’s main drag from the train station above, Cinque Terre, Italy 2012, photo credit Likeitiz

View of Manarola from the top of the hill to Corniglia, Cinque Terre, Italy 2012, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

View of Manarola from the top of the hill to Corniglia, Cinque Terre, Italy 2012, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

View of the famous Ponte Vecchio Bridge as seen on the second floor window of the Uffizzi Gallery, Florence, Italy 2012, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

View of the famous Ponte Vecchio Bridge as seen on the second floor window of the Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy 2012, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

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Still Not Convinced About Climate Change?

After being frozen for thousands of years in a Siberian riverbed, this pristine mammoth tusk is a financial boon to the hunter who found it. Photo credit Evgenia Arbugaeva/National Geographic Magazine

After being frozen for thousands of years in a Siberian riverbed, this pristine mammoth tusk is a financial boon to the hunter who found it. Photo credit Evgenia Arbugaeva/National Geographic Magazine

I was listening to All Things Considered two weeks ago, when the topic went to the melting of the world’s icecaps.  This has resulted in the mad rush for newly uncovered sites for oil and natural gas reserves.  And I thought with the shortage of oil globally, we would finally come to our senses collectively and focus our energies on alternative sources.

The other miraculous wonder is that with miles and miles of Siberian ice tundras melting, long tusks of the great woolly mammoths that walked our earth thousands of years ago, are now exposed for poachers to feast on.

This really bothers me.  I deplore the trade especially because it has put the lives of many elephants in peril.  I don’t see the artistic nor the investment value of owning one either. Maybe I’m of a different culture or generation.  Or I’m not artistic enough.  That’s beside the point. It’s just so wrong!  How can someone in good conscience sacrifice the lives of elephants for a trinket? or a sculpture?  Now these woolly mammoths’ tusks will be used for these too?

Over here in our neck of the woods, we see the sad effects of climate change in more places than we care to. We recently walked on Pulgas Ridge off Edgewood Road in Redwood City. We saw quite a few large trees had been cut down. We can’t help but wonder what went wrong for them, after decades of thriving on this preserve.

Tree Stump on Pulgas Ridge, San Carlos, CA, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Tree Stump on Pulgas Ridge, San Carlos, CA, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

If only the trees could talk and tell us about their plight!

Beau on the Tree Stump, Pulgas Ridge, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Beau on the Tree Stump, Pulgas Ridge, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Well, at least Beau got to enjoy a break from walking the trails!

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And Pretty Maids All In A Row

Instead of sitting in front of my computer, I spent my Sunday afternoon (and well into the evening!) puttering around in my garden.  It was an afternoon to clean, feed, spray, rearrange, and spread slug bait around the garden. Don’t worry.  I use natural and organic stuff.  We have a curious puppy (that’s Beau!) who runs around the yard sniffing and staring at various flower beds.  He has tried to chew a few of my cyclamens. But he spat them out.  And so, I have had to sprinkle some deterrents on my flower beds too.

To all my fellow bloggers and friends, here’s a look at my front porch today.  The weather has been a little unpredictable.  But the flowers seem to like it.

Flowers on the Front Porch, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Flowers on the Front Porch, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Side view of Front Pergola with Orchids, Hydrangeas, Geraniums, etc. photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Side view of Front Pergola with Orchids, Hydrangea, Geraniums, etc. photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Orchids on the Porch, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Orchids on the Porch, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Orchids in Bloom, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Orchids in Bloom, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

It was a fun afternoon.  But this meant I’m late with some posts. I haven’t had time for some of the DP challenges.  Oops!

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Laid To Rest

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church, Mill Valley, CA, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church, Mill Valley, CA, photo credit (c) Likeitiz

Today, I took some time off work to support some dear friends who were burying their dear 91-year old mother to rest.  It was clear from the funeral services that she had lived her life centered around all the things she loved most: Her family.

During the Homily, the priest who officiated the service took some time to describe the deceased.  He had known her for a few decades. Mill Valley was her stomping ground for more than 50 years.

The priest also talked about his involvement with Hospice programs for the elderly and for those who are terminally ill.  He told us that the leaving process almost always entails the Five Point Process.  People can go through them over a period of six months or they can also go through it in five minutes. It varies from one individual to another, their nature, their circumstances, and their stage in life.

The Five Point Process can be summed up as follows:

  1. Please forgive me.
  2. I forgive you.
  3. Thank you.
  4. I love you.
  5. Goodbye.

He said that everyone seems to go through this. First, there is the desire to make peace with any family or associate a dying person may have had differences with.  Then comes the resolve to let go of past hurts or resentments. It comes with the realization that at this point, there is no longer any need to hold on to them.

And then, there is the thanking of all who have loved and are loved, the blessings, the good fortunes, accomplishments, and fulfilled aspirations.  For all the loved ones, there is the expression of love.  This is most poignant when it has never before been expressed or when it was expressed so sparingly.

Finally, bidding farewell, the point of letting go, at best, peacefully, serenely.

I remember hearing about an uncle who was in the intensive care for about two months before he passed on. I heard that he had asked to see my parents.  He and my father had not spoken for more than 30 years. They had bitter arguments over the running of our battery business back in the 70′s.  At first, my father was reluctant. My mother persuaded him. After all, he too, is not well.  And so, they went to the hospital.  My mother later told me that my father took my uncle’s hand and they spoke for a few minutes.  My uncle asked my father to forgive him. My father asked my uncle to forgive him too.  It was a good visit for both of them.

I remember my mother-in-law too, when she decided that she no longer wanted any active interventions to her affliction.  She did the rounds of telling all of us how much she loved us. She also said goodbye to us several times.

I want to end this post with a poem that was on the pamphlet at the funeral today.  It’s a poem from the Capuchin Franciscan Friars:

GOD HAS SET ME FREE

Don’t grieve for me, now I’m free.

I’m following the path God set for me.

I saw the Light; I heard God’s call.

I wished to stay, but I had to leave it all.

I could not remain another day,

To laugh, to love, to work and play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way,

for I found great peace at the close of day.

If leaving you has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss…

Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.

Don’t be burdened with tears and sorrow.

I wish you sunshine for tomorrow.

My life has been full.

I’ve savored so much:

Good friends, good times,

A loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.

Don’t sadden it now with undue grief.

Lift up your hearts; share joy with me.

God called me home and set me free.

 

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Saudade

I chanced upon Rarasaur’s daily post on Prompts for the Promptless.  Her challenge is the term “Saudade.”  Prompts for the PromptlessSaudade is a Portuguese word and according to Rarasaur‘s recent post, it means:

Saudade is a Portuguese word that describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something/someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return.

Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings all together, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

In fact, according to Tereza Jarnikova’s article, who wrote on matadornetwork.com, this is one of 10 foreign words that defy adequate and appropriate translation.  there would be too much lost in the meaning. Jason Wire wrote a similar article in 2010.

I thought about some recent losses in my life and the one most prominent is the loss of a good friend.  I have spoken about her in my blog a few times.  I have lost other loved ones but none so resonant as her passing.

Saudade

Saudade (Photo credit: Fábio Pinheiro)

It has been two Easters now since she succumbed to the complications of her cancer.  She was a high school friend and we shared many childhood experiences. She was one of my links to these simpler times.  Here are my posts about her. It pretty much expresses the sense of saudade I often experience when I think of her.

On her birthday, a few months after she passed away: http://likeitiz.wordpress.com/2011/07/19/its-vannas-birthday/

On her first death anniversary: http://likeitiz.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/vanna-on-her-first-anniversary/

On my visit to her grave in Cavite earlier this year:  http://likeitiz.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/the-cavite-field-trip/

I have not meant to be all sappy and dramatic.  But I make no excuses.  I needed to express my sorrow.

I still have lots of high school friends. In fact, in the last two years, I have reconnected with them more often.  Perhaps, Vanna’s passing reminded me that life is short.  There are things I should do for myself beyond career and core family that would be good for me. One of them is to rekindle old friendships.  I have found that many of them have withstood the test of time and distance.  And it has been such a gratifying revelation.

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