Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. ~ C.S. Lewis Once upon a moment in rainy Baguio, I walked down a garden patch and the petite anthurium flowers delightfully beamed at me. A lovely freshness filled morning that was! ☺ I wandered in an old bathroom and I found this old tree tapestry hanging by its window. Maybe looking forlorn, wet and moldy from the constant drizzles by the window sill but its earth colors and the image of an old growth pine tree is worth the snapshot and memory about Baguio's hand woven Arts and Craft. In a public utility jeep, I was shivering wet and cold from the rain. I felt miserable of the sudden heavy downpour as I am without an umbrella. At the corner sat a little boy singing his heart out, unmindful of the rain. He caught me in his own world and I started to melt and warm up...
A free spirit’s haven is a sacred space for creative musings. The storytelling heals the body, bares the soul, and frees the spirit. Without it, a quarter part of the soul is empty. ~Lepan♥ This blog promotes "Education for all." It is committed to support indigent children to get basic literacy with emphasis on the appreciation of the cultural heritage and the formation of good values.