“The Man Born To Farming”

The grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout, to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn. His thought…

happy women's day

To women who forget

Sometimes, I forget that I am young. I forget that I have only been blessed with a quarter of a century. I forget that mistakes are part of trying. I forget that fear is motivation, not food for anxiety. I forget that friendship takes kindness, and openness. I need to forget those who have made…

Fridays4farmers: ode to the farmer

But the farmer he must feed us all. The prayer at table is often uttered in thanksgiving to God for the food. But it is good to also include blessings for the farmer(s) who actually planted and cared and harvested ingredients of our food despite vagaries of sun, wind, and rain; for farmers to be…

The MRT again

“Where are you, ma’am?” the agency staff had called to inform me that the donor representative I was meeting had a noontime flight and needed to be at the airport at least two hours early (since after the President declared a national emergency) hence if I could come earlier. This info had me switching from…