If these walls could cry

The Parables of Peanuts… Henri Nouwen… Thomas Merton… The Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius… She keeps coming back to these books – and their kind – in my religion shelves here. She just stays there in front, looking at the titles on the spines (perhaps, ‘seeing’ would be a more suitable term). She sees those… Continue reading If these walls could cry

Stuck in writing, stuck in living

Our dining chair in the province is now old, if not older, when I fell into it. I remember how my Mom laughed first before giving me a hand. It was such a funny situation for us, and I could still imagine myself being stuck there, not being able to help myself up.  This was… Continue reading Stuck in writing, stuck in living