Posts Tagged ‘love’

I miss my Liz Claiborne purse–black, leather, sleek, and expensive. But I don’t miss it because of its physical attributes. I miss it because of the love and memory attached to it. It’s a gift for Christmas given by my dearest and my most beloved person on earth. It meant so much to me because it was a gift.

I miss my Giver’s Gain notebook jacket–black, leather, neat, and fits most notebooks. I miss if because it was a gift, given by the word-of-mouth business networking group, Business Network International (BNI). It meant so much to me because it reminded me always that networking is good for you as a human being and a business being.

I miss my banig make-up kit and coin purse–multi-colored and really functional. I miss them because I got it from a city down South, a place that I could easily adapt to.

I miss my Parker pen, my Chastity perfume, my business card case. Never mind the ATM card and the checkbook.

love-without-conditions1Most of all, I miss my Love Without Conditions, Reflections of the Christ Mind, my Bible of sorts–never parted with it, except when I wanted to lend to a friend. Love Without Conditions, a book by Paul Ferrini, was given by my friend Edlynn to my daughter Diwata. I read it too, and I had the nerve to keep it like it was mine! The book gave me everything I needed in times of joy, jubilation, validation, doubt, defeat, fear, sorrow, etc. It was a diamond mine, nothing compared to it when I needed to clear my head and heart of so many things unimportant.

I miss them all, which were contained in the Liz Claiborne purse, because I lost them all to a theft one evening. I was a fool to leave the purse inside the car, which was parked in one of the streets in Quezon City. I thought it was heavy to be bringing along when all I wanted to do is to wind down after tough day.

I hope the theft read Love Without Conditions. I hope he got some inspiration there. I hope he read the chapters there and learned from them. I hope he was enlightened. Too bad if he didn’t.

Like I told my friend Lucia: Material things are nothing. I may have missed them for a while, but now I learned that I can live without them, and that the memory will live on.


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It’s not a wonder that love begets love.

I and my brood planned a dine out after Eagle Eye at Trinoma. Choosing where to eat has always been a tough job among my five children; five different likes. After going around the restaurant section of the mall, they finally had a decision. So, if they opted for California Pizza Kitchen, there must be something to it–the price first, and then the quality of food. Well, I actually made a comment that CPK food was okay and servings are hefty.

On a table for six lay six plates stack on top of one another, and six nicely tissue-wrapped forks and knife, on top of the top plate. What a neat way to present kubiertos, I told myself. And I just blurted out to my eldest artist-son, “I-drawing mo nga?” And so he did, but his mind was wandering off somewhere else that he didn’t like what he saw on the tissue turned drawing paper. Or I guess, his mood was to draw something or someone instead.

He turned to the waiters, and said he would draw their caricatures instead. And so he did, and I liked what I saw. A waiter and a waitress’ caricatures individually on CPK table napkin.

The chance I got to hand the waiter his caricature, I grabbed. He returned to the table to tell me the pizza couldn’t have spinach–they ran out–and asked if arugula was okay. And I said yes. And handed him his face. His response was immediate, looking at his face on the napkin yielded a big, ear-to-ear smile. What a sweet sight. I thought he was happy to know someone took a good look at his face and drew it.

When he tendered the bill, I think I heard him say, “Here is what I can give back.” He had a dessert on his hand and served it on the table. His gesture really surprised us. What a sweet thing to do, we said.

The artist-son made a quick look at the dessert menu and looked for what was served. “Oh, this is worth P300!”

There was no intention to get something in return for our gesture. We were just having fun. And drawing while waiting for the food to be served was just one of them, always the case when we dine out.

Truly, a gesture considered sweet would be reciprocated even sweeter.

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Book on My Palm

bebi.jpgI received today as a gift for my birthday last week this really cool, cute book that can fit your palm. “Wisdom to Grow On” is a collection of “incredible letters and inspiring advice for getting the most out of life.” The moment I caught a glimpse of what was to come out of the gift wrapper that it came on, I fell in love with it.

This was such a handy “lifesaver,” I thought to myself–not only because I needed a positive quote to end a meeting of entrepreneurs I presided this morning, but also because its 123 pages would end my daily search for “wisdom on love, success, and happiness to help guide me,” courtesy of Charles Acquisto who gathered letters for his firstborn son, Nicholas, from celebrities such as Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, Pierce Brosnan, Jerry Lewis, Dom, DiMaggio, Sugar Ray Leonard, and many more.

Here are some samplings:

vincelombardi-copy.jpg“The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will.”Vince Lombardi, Green Bay Packers’ Legendary Football Coach


red-buttons.jpg“Happiness comes down to how you feel about yourself. Your actions as you live your life will give you the answer.”Red Buttons, Actor/Comedian


robert-duvall.jpg“Have a good life and look up the word ‘grace’ in the dictionary when you are old enough–and let the definition be a positive guide for you.”Robert Duvall, Actor

This little book, hardbound with dust jacket and all of only 3″ x 2.5″ in size, is such a wealth of inspiring thoughts and words, coming to me with such vitality and value that lighten up my spirit and brighten up my day. It has not been over 24 hours since this book was given to me by Edlynn, and already I have been moved.

The dedication she wrote for me, “Deedee, A Great Leader,” seemed a little overwhelming; but what the heck, I could probably use a powerful description to push me to become one and live it.

Or why not write a passage or two and become a page in this book, such as: “The true mark of a leader is not what he has made of himself but rather what he has made of those whom he had served.”?

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