Grey Skies | Silver Linings

"Remember what peace there may be in silence." I have found consolation in these words from Max Ehrmann's " Desiderata " during the wake and burial of my great grandmother Consuelo Macaraeg, who died last week. Two words from that line struck me at once: silence and peace . Silence. On so many different occasions in the life of Grandma has silence played a vital role. Grandma was living in Canada when I was a kid, and every year she would come back home and stay at our place for a couple of weeks. My earliest memories of her were not as fond as I hoped it would be. In fact, I hated when she stayed at our house. I was at that phase in my childhood where I started to answer back to my parents and elders. And every time she heard me answering back, she got really mad. She chased me all around the house with a large pair of scissors in hand, threatening to cut my tongue unless I kept silent. Fortunately for her, it worked. But unfortunately for

After giving it some thought, I decided to revive my Blogger. Aside from perhaps a need to keep myself busy, or to be more productive with my time, I guess this is because of some inexplicable need to keep writing. Writing has always been one of my most favorite things to do, from as far back as I can remember. It has given me an outlet, a haven, a second voice through my old Friendster blog, my Journal on Multiply, my Twitter, and recently my Notes on Facebook. And oftentimes, I've found it to be rather therapeutic. I would love to keep on writing for as long as there's something to write about. I've got something planned for this blog for at least the first two weeks. After that, well... I don't know. But one thing's for sure. I've got my spark back.