Virginia M Macasaet

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SELF-TAUGHT PAINTER - LIFE BLOGGER - KITCHEN GURU - AVID KNITTER - CRAFT BEER & COFFEE LOVER Solo Exhibitions: 1998 – Virginia’s World – Color in Life 1998 – Blessed Beings in Virginia’s World 2010 – Wind, Water, and the Blue Moon in Virginia’s World 2012 – Lost in Kyoto in Virginia’s World  

PLR

Past Life Regression.

Have you ever tried this?

 

It does help resolve haunting issues of the past.

At least for me, PLR has done me good.

 

The process has brought me clarity with unexplainable present encounters.

PLR has also helped me bring closure to instances that I was unable to make sense of.

 

In essence, past life regression does help with lingering trauma.

Deep inner emotional trauma that the conscious life can’t seem to reach.

 

When I am awake, all is well.

It’s when I fall asleep my subconscious wakes.

 

My mind travels into another dimension.

It’s not always easy for me to understand, thus, PLR.

 

A gentle reminder though.

PLR resonates with me, however one may find it odd or strange.

 

You have to trust in your semi-conscious state.

Whatever comes to surface is it.

 

A different time and place, unfamiliar and a long, long time ago.

Just acknowledge what you see and it will all make sense in the end.

 

I do believe that I have arrived at a calm place in my life today because of PLR.

Unresolved issues have found it’s closure.

 

It’s a journey that has brought me peace within.

May you find your peace and calm too.

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REGRET?

A friend’s father passed away.

She was overwhelmed with regret.

 

Could have called or visited more often.

Should have, could have or would have.

 

I sat in silence.

I asked myself, “do I have any regrets?”

 

There still is time.

To turn regrets into memories.

 

I am grateful to have no regrets with my father.

I look back at the years and I am filled with wonderful moments with him.

 

We all love in different ways.

No one loves better than the other.

 

Every waking moment reminds me that time is what I make of it.

Do I have any regrets?

 

No regrets.

Just keep on loving every day, every moment and deeply.

 

Every day is love.

A thought, a prayer, well wishes.

 

This for me is love with no regrets.

 

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THREE Words

What a joy it is for me to hear my father say, “thank you Rina.”

It’s affirmation that he still recognizes my voice.

 

Touch and sound of one’s voice keeps him company.

Barry Manilow’s music is playing as he sways gently tapping his hand on mine.

 

A gentle massage on his forehead and scratching his back bring him comfort.

Dialysis makes his skin itch.

 

He sits on his wheelchair facing the sun and the glorious morning view outside.

Unfortunately, his eyes remain shut.

 

I remind him that it’s Sunday morning and he is home.

Knowing that he is home brings him a sense of familiarity and safety.

 

Barry Manilow’s repertoire comes to an end.

It’s time for me to say goodbye.

 

“Gotta go dad, I’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you, Rina.”

 

Three words I will carry with me until my next visit to him.

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Stephen Evans
Lovely.
Tuesday, 15 March 2022 00:51
Rosy Cole
I feel you have the balance exactly right. It's natural for carers to fall into overloading the emotional side of caring by tryin... Read More
Tuesday, 15 March 2022 16:56
Virginia M Macasaet
Thank you Rosy for your kind words of encouragement. You are quite accurate in saying.. "the cared for appreciate space"... my fa... Read More
Tuesday, 15 March 2022 23:15
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A Tender Moment of Confusion

Surprisingly, even with Dementia, dad still has moments of lucidness.

I am lucky and grateful to be able to catch these moments.

Most of the time he is asleep.

 

No more than a few minutes does he wake to the present moment.

When he does, it’s always one for the books.

Today was a confusing but tender moment with dad.

 

His vision may be impaired but the rest of his senses remain intact.

Sitting by his side in silence, I held his hand and combed his hair.

As I bade him farewell, I stroked my fingers gently across his chest to his shoulder.

 

My intention was to tidy up his shirt.

He must have felt the touch in a funny way.

Immediately he brushed off his chest with his hand getting rid of whatever he felt was crawling.

 

Lo and behold! He spoke out and said, “get rid of that cockroach!”

I held my laughter and chuckled in silence!

What he imagined as a cockroach crawling on his chest was actually a tender moment for me.

 

“I love you Dad, sleep well.”

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Stephen Evans
Moments like that are a a treasure.
Tuesday, 08 March 2022 21:53
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