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  

Think Christmas

In the midst of death Christmas lingers in the air.

My aunt passed away at 90.

I look at her body and I sense peace.

 

Saturday morning at the supermarket, music is blaring.

“Give love on Christmas day…”

I am thinking, why not give love everyday.

 

The stress at work is not really stress.

It’s more of dealing with clashing attitudes.

I should think Christmas to rub off the heaviness.

 

Some people count the days until Christmas.

I still have turkey to think about.

Oh yes, there are spooks and candies to give away too.

 

Thinking Christmas does have a way of softening me up.

I sometimes get teary eyed when I hear Christmas carols.

I am reminded of love, forgiveness and letting go.

 

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Rosy Cole
Simple, profound and so powerful. There are blessings to be mined in grief. Heartfelt thanks for sharing some of them in this vivi... Read More
Saturday, 27 September 2014 11:14
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A House Divided

 

I have two writing homes.

At the time I was flustered and didn't know where exactly to go.

It's not good or bad, I'm just not used to having two homes.

 
I'm the type of person that prefers to keep my writing in one place.

Just like putting all your eggs in the same basket.

It simplifies the process for me.

 

Now I feel that my writing is divided.

I intended not to double post.

But it feels like one home is getting the raw end of the deal.

 
I don't know what to do.

I sense this could be the reason I have trouble writing at the moment.

I am blocked by the dilemma of keeping two homes.

 

I know, I know.  This is a small issue.

However I am not used to maintaining two homes.

It’s like having to juggle kids between mom and dad’s place.

 

My writing is divided and my housemates are divided.

I think it’s just going to take some time and getting used to.

Upload now to one home and then on to the next home.

 

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Rosy Cole
It's a modern conundrum many writers have to wrestle with, Rina, for one reason or another. (And, perhaps, I should call you 'Virg... Read More
Tuesday, 23 September 2014 17:42
Anonymous
Hi Rina-- Great to see you here! I hope your divided writing space is a temporary condition. Maybe use one as a writing place and ... Read More
Tuesday, 23 September 2014 23:27
Orna Raz
When I was little we used to build houses of cards. It took hours, and then one quick (and wrong) movement and the whole house col... Read More
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Beyond Being Catholic

 

I was born and raised Catholic.

I will most likely die a Catholic.

Admittedly, in between this stretch of life I stray.

 

I don’t think it’s about right or wrong, good or bad.

I’m merely admitting to myself that I stray.

I do not diligently practice catholic obligations.

 

Regardless, I pray a lot.

I find discipline in reciting the mysteries of the rosary.

Rating myself, I would say my faith and spirituality remain high.

 

Since I discovered Buddhism, I attend talks whenever I can.

I like how the teachings are explained in relation to life.

If attending Buddhism over Sunday mass is straying then I am guilty.

 

I used to hear mass during the week rather than on Sundays.

It was easier for me with my schedule.

The added plus is a nice small church in my neighborhood.

 

A pleasant two minute walk to start my day.

Then I abruptly stopped and I forget why.

I probably got busy early mornings and at times lazy.

 

Does that make me guilty of straying?

It doesn’t really matter to me.

I hear mass because I want to and not because I have to.

 

Sundays makes me feel like I have to.

It’s been a while now since I’ve been to my neighborhood church.

Today I remembered and decided to take that familiar walk.

 

What I like about most churches is the silence.

For me, it’s one of the best places to regain my composure.

When I need centering and silence, the church always fills that yearning.

 

I find the energy quite invigorating.

I lose it sometimes with the daily routine of life.

Hearing mass recharges my spirit.

 

In essence, I discover much more about myself beyond being a catholic.

I will always be rooted to the church because it reminds me of my mother.

It is tradition; it’s what I grew up with and most of all, it’s re-discovery of myself.

 

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Stephen Evans
Almost a double villanelle. ... Read More
Thursday, 18 September 2014 03:53
Virginia M Macasaet
Ahh... Stephen, I looked up the meaning of villanelle hoping to understand better what your comment means and forgive my ignorance... Read More
Thursday, 18 September 2014 08:34
Stephen Evans
Your three line 'stanza's brought it to mind. all good!
Thursday, 18 September 2014 17:56
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Unraveling Yarn

Patiently I sit and untangle the knots.

I compare the process to life.

It takes time to straighten out the kinks.

 

Loose yarn when bought can be spun into a ball for easy knitting.

Great if life could be spun around to straighten things out.

I forget to have my yarn spun whenever I buy a new skein.

 

I get excited to knit forgetting that tangles can happen along the way.

Just like life, I keep going no matter what.

Sometimes I get caught up in a kink and have to figure a tidy way out.

 

So I sit and let time pass while I figure out my tangled yarn.

Just a few more strands of knots to unravel and I can knit again.

And so another day goes by, maybe then it was not what I had hoped for.

 

But not to worry, just like unraveling yarn, I will rise with ease from life’s knots.

 

 

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Barbara Froman
A wonderful analogy, Rina, and so true! Thanks!
Wednesday, 10 September 2014 04:36
Rosy Cole
And at the end of it, you have a garment! Profound and simple wisdom. Thank you for sharing.
Wednesday, 10 September 2014 10:18
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