autumn blooms

it is officially autumn in this part of the world. and today, it has been cold. i don't particularly like the cold, and i dread the onset of winter. but whether i like it or not, winter is most definitely on its way. there is not much i can do about it. it's just the way it is.

anyway, today, we went for a short drive to an old railway station nestled in some hill, just outside town. it is known for its country style cafe, and even more popular in the springtime when the hills boast of the most exquisite display of bright colorful blooms.

anyway, we got there. loved the place, but the cafe was closed. we were the only ones there except for the staff attending to the trains. little did we know that they only do business from friday to sunday, when most people flock, as the grounds are a favorite for picnic-goers.

but it wasn't all a loss. even in autumn, i found these pretty flowers, still blooming in perfection, serving as backdrop to a wonderful afternoon with the "loves" of my life.

in the end, that's all that matters. being with the people you love. and appreciating the beauty around you.

the guardian angel

"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another."

-Luciano de Crescenzo

These are photos of the little angel just outside our bedroom window, which the kids and myself love to check out every morning. He is our guardian angel, watching over us while we sleep, thus, in the daytime, he catches up on his sleep. It is a big task anyway, doing night shifts for us.

I believe in angels.

I even more so believe that there are more angels on earth that I see, than there are who dwell in the heavens. I think because, as angels, their main task is to come to earth, and touch somebody's life, so that in turn, that someone could do the same...be an angel to another.

I am so blessed to have been among the company of beautiful angels...special people who have touched my life. People who have made a difference when I was struggling, trying to fit in. People who have made me see my worth when I started doubting it. People who kept me company and made me laugh when I was too sad to even open my eyes. People who walked with me when I was enveloped in fear and people who held my hand when I started losing my grip. People who inspired me to get out of my comfort zone and start believing in myself again when I felt I wasn't good at what I was doing. People who I have not even met, and yet, have inspired me to do something I've always wanted doing, but didn't think I could, and the same people whose work makes me aspire to be better at this.

For all these special people who have seen me at my worst times, and those who rejoice with me at my highs...For those who provide inspiration, guidance and support, and those whom I draw strength, love and joy...Thank you for being my angels.

You know who you are. I only hope I could be to you what you all have been to me.

these tiny white flowers

as per the previous entry, these were taken on the same afternoon. another weed, another beauty. it's amazing, because when it's up this close, there is no doubt what beautiful tiny white flowers they are...but when you see the big picture, they are but stray weeds that taint the garden.

if anything, i've learned, we are all flowers in this big garden of life. all a beauty, until someone determines what our purpose in the garden is. when we are without direction and we serve no good purpose, no matter how beautiful our blooms are, we are no longer called a flower...but a weed...pesky...and one that doesn't deserve a rightful place in this beautiful immaculate place.

but the big question is, who decides if we are a flower or a weed? who is mighty enough to make that big decision for us? because as far as i know, to the one who created us all, we are all but the same. i don't remember ever written that He created weeds, only flowers.