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dove il mio cuore è: An open letter to all mothers
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Dove il mio cuore è. Sunday, May 12, 2013. An open letter to all mothers. Motherhood is by nature a choice. It is a choice to go beyond yourself, to share yourself. It is a choice to accept uncertainty. It is a choice of faith. TO ALL MOTHERS, WITHOUT EXCEPTION, THANK YOU. Happy Mother's Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. An open letter to all mothers. The Cloud Appreciation Society. Summa Cum Laude Mikaela Irene Fudolig, 4.22.07.
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dove il mio cuore è: July 2009
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Dove il mio cuore è. Saturday, July 4, 2009. Thursday, July 2, 2009. Pagmamahal Atbp. Ayon Kay Bob Ong. 1 “Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.”. 2 “Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba.”. 3 “Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang.”. 4 “Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na.”. 6 “Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo. Dapat lumandi ka din.”. In a few more mon...
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dove il mio cuore è: May 2013
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Dove il mio cuore è. Sunday, May 12, 2013. An open letter to all mothers. Motherhood is by nature a choice. It is a choice to go beyond yourself, to share yourself. It is a choice to accept uncertainty. It is a choice of faith. TO ALL MOTHERS, WITHOUT EXCEPTION, THANK YOU. Happy Mother's Day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. An open letter to all mothers. The Cloud Appreciation Society. Summa Cum Laude Mikaela Irene Fudolig, 4.22.07.
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dove il mio cuore è: Forgetting
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Dove il mio cuore è. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. It's been nearly a year. It isn't funny how I find myself here. Now. After nearly a year. A year! It makes me sad thinking how much I've lost and how far I've gone and how nothing's been written. Am I no longer a writer? It's fun being nothing. Having been spent and lost and forgotten. Thriving in others. Fungus. Shallow. Flighty. And sad. I guess, at the end of the day, I still want to come home even if I've forgotten how. But im glad youre back. Quietly...
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dove il mio cuore è: Chapter 11
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Dove il mio cuore è. Monday, January 25, 2010. Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with the sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories. Nothing will be the same, ever.But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it. It is hard to give up the being together with someone.
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dove il mio cuore è: June 2009
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Dove il mio cuore è. Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Gray Skies and Pouring Rain. I've been thinking a lot, since it happened. I haven't cried much, since it happened. People find it strange. I suffer their looks. Surprise. Awe. Fear. Worry. Contempt. I am not stone. It isn't that I don't feel anything. It is that I don't feel grief. Okay, so maybe that doesn't help my cause. Can I help it that I do not grieve over death? I don't grieve for death. It is just an object. I grieve for life. I do not cry over death.
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dove il mio cuore è: Breaking fast
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Dove il mio cuore è. Tuesday, April 30, 2013. Breakfast has long been considered an important, if not the most important, part of one's day. Characteristically including eggs, fruits, or some other seemingly brightly colored type of Food, breakfast seems to be prepared for the primary purpose of breaking the lengthy Darkness that was the Night before. A darkness that was not merely the consequence of an earth's rotation, but a consummation of a life, of a time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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dove il mio cuore è: January 2011
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Dove il mio cuore è. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. It's been nearly a year. It isn't funny how I find myself here. Now. After nearly a year. A year! It makes me sad thinking how much I've lost and how far I've gone and how nothing's been written. Am I no longer a writer? It's fun being nothing. Having been spent and lost and forgotten. Thriving in others. Fungus. Shallow. Flighty. And sad. I guess, at the end of the day, I still want to come home even if I've forgotten how. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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dove il mio cuore è: 2010 Resolutions
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Dove il mio cuore è. Saturday, January 23, 2010. Twenty three days is not too late to come up with resolutions for the new year. I have always been wary of resolutions, knowing that they have every risk of never being met, but I have always found them quite irresistable still. And so, every year, I always come up with a list. Sometimes lengthy, sometimes brief, but always seemingly unattainable. This year, has proven to be no different. After twenty-three days of dragging my feet, here is my list. It's n...
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dove il mio cuore è: December 2009
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Dove il mio cuore è. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. Where is my heart? Where has it gone? I had gone and lost my heart. It slowly dried up til nothing was left but ashes, and the wind went and blew it all away. I stared unblinkingly, like seeing it all through someone else's eyes, I didn't really have any real idea of what was happening. It was much like a bad drama on t.v. where the lead just gets slammed with one tragedy after another. It all seemed so unreal. Where is my heart? Where is my heart? Quietly...
