~ aN oNlInE sCrApBoOk FoR nAnInG ~




dIs BlOg WaS cReAteD sOlElY tO bE ernani epondulan's UnOfFiCiAl SiTe. In ThE nExT cOuPlE oF dAyS, nEwS aRtIcLeS aNd AnYtHiNg AbOuT ernani wIlL bE fEaTuReD hErE.

tHe AuThoR wOuLd LiKe To EmPhAsIzE tHaT tHe SuBjEcT, uNlEsS nOtIfIed, Is NoT aWaRe Of ThIs BlOg'S eXiStEnCe. AnY aNd AlL eNtRiEs ApPeArInG hErE aRe SoLe ReSpOnSiBiLiTy Of ThE aUtHoR.


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How to make a NANING cocktail
Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

5 parts self-sufficiency

2 parts understanding

3 parts patience
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of caring, a quarter of self-preservation and a pinch of salt. Yum!





~ an INVITATION ~



It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me to know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me who you are. I just want to know YOU.
-oriah mountain dreamer-
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Friday, August 20, 2004
scrapbook online?

a friend of mine once made a scrapbook for naning. it was originally her idea but i sort of helped her by cutting out newspaper articles and pictures, did some art work and agreed to let her include the poem i wrote for him. it came out beautifully, i should say. and i hope that naning is keeping it ok until now. he may not be aware of it but we put a lot of work into that scrapbook. it was a labor of love.

couple of days ago, i decided to make one online. didn't have an idea what i was getting into. hirap pala! parang ayoko na syang tapusin. haha! had to have a large dose of patience everyday, you know, to gather the articles so long buried. wala na kasi ung iba. dami kulang.

pwede ba mahiram scrapbook mo ning?

Posted at 11:03 am by bisay

 

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