Believing in Hope

I could not find the REBLOG button! I am sharing this anyway…Don’t know, but it made me tear up a bit. It’s a good read. This is not the first time I have reblogged from her or shared about her. But she really has a story to tell…

Hope is a powerful thing.  It leads people to books.  It teaches people to read.  It shows people how to use their voice. It directs people to a path where their light can reflect outwards and brighten the world a thousand times over, a million times over.” (Ra Avis)

I BELIEVE IN YOU

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This is a heart-felt post from Ra Avis

 

Prison Poetry by Ra Avis

Want poetry with real stories? Check out Ra AvisSack Nasty! They also call it “Prison Poetry”. For a reason.

Ra is an amazing woman with an amazing story to tell…though she tells it here through poems. Please find the heart even to just check it out at Thunderclap. Just click on the image/link below 🙂

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How They Said I Love You

It’s amazing how inspiration strikes us when we least expect it. I was checking out posts on Facebook the other night when I happened on a friend’s that was actually posted hours ago. Let’s call her “L”. She shared to us beautiful love letters exchanged between her parents at the time when they were living in a different world.

I was inspired because not only did one letter, in particular, touch me, but I am reminded of the beautiful love between another wonderful woman and her husband, who has recently passed away while she lived in that different world as well.

I am sharing these notes/letters, the first immediately below, as they have basically given us their permission to do share.

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L’s parents were behind bars for a reason: they were political detainees during the Martial Law period. Anyone who has ever lived in those days know how it is to actually live in fear almost day by day. And anyone who has ever cared to listen to stories and do their own research would, at least, get an idea and know. It’s sad when young people nowadays say that those dark days were the best days in Filipinos’ lives. They have no idea…Oh, but this isn’t supposed to be a political commentary or anything.

Above is one of the letters L shared, from her mother to her Mahal (Love). I like this the best among the stuff she posted. It says,

Tho’ you’re shut out from the world behind those bars, I hope that you find joy knowing thru this card that I love you. Time, like a whirlpool, used to dig so fast into the deep waters until you came and I had to cry for every moment to tarry a little while that I may fully savor the happiness of loving you…we’ve struck the gold hidden in each other’s heart. How deeply I love you but how inadequate the words…”

Oh, to hear such words!

These next ones are from, again, the blogger whom we know as Rara a.k.a. Rarasaur. You may already have an idea of who she is. Or at least, you might have found my recent post “Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates“.

Rara and husband Gray seemed to have the kind of relationship many would like to have. I guess, like every other relationship, they had their issues between them, but obviously, the love they had for each other was much, much more than enough to make up for those insignificant times. Their love was as big as the biggest star that he aspired to find and give her. He was the biggest star that kept her going during the lowest times in her life, when she was behind bars. He still is the biggest star to guide her now as he watches over her from above.

This is the caption for this flower sketch sent her by Gray: “I planted these flowers for you, Ra. On a stretch of public road. Go ahead and rest on them. They are strong enough and carrying you is like carrying light. Really loud, overly-caffeinated light.”.

Doesn’t that make you fall in love, too?

How about this note below, one of many he left her to find after he has gone? Brief but sweet, even with an F-word (he he):

When my husband and I weren’t married yet, we had this little notebook on which we wrote our love letters. He’s not much of a writer, yes, but he tried. You can very well guess who wrote the longer ones…Gray and Rara make me want to do something like that again. Maybe I will.

Alas! (does anybody still say ‘alas’???) I can only strive to be as good and eloquent a writer as the one who wrote these last stuff I am sharing. If you’re not Filipino, there’s a very big chance you do not know him.

He is the late Sen. Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Jr., husband to the late Pres. Corazon “Cory” Aquino who led the historic People Power Revolution, father to our current president who inherited his name. Like L’s parents, he also became a Martial Law political prisoner and it is widely believed that his assassination in 1983 had to do with his very brave and public stand against the Marcos regime. I am mentioning him here, though, for the beautiful letter and poem he wrote for his beloved Cory.

His farewell letter to her is long and I am not sure if I’d be allowed to post it in verbatim. So I give to you a link. Kindly CLICK HERE. Meanwhile, Ninoy wrote a moving poem for her as well. Years after his death, artist Jose Mari Chan made a song out of it.

This is I Have Fallen in Love (With the Same Woman Three Times)

This poem and all of the other thing shared here only tell us one thing: if you love somebody, let him/her know NOW. Do not delay for you never know when it’s time for one of you to leave. Do not hesitate. Savor your time together. Love for it is the best feeling in the world!

“Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates”

I am sharing something really nice to you all, courtesy of blogger Rara. I wanted to automatically reblog, but for the life of me, I could not find the button.

Rara is a really nice girl with a great sense of humor, regardless of the hardships she went through this past year. Any other girl would have given up, but it’s good to know those hardships only make her stronger. Below is a cute comic strip about her that her friend Cookie made before they parted ways. Now, you know me, I like comics, so I thought of sharing this to you. I think Cookie has quite the potential as a comic artist. Who knows, maybe Fate will give her another chance?

If you want to know the story behind this strip and why the title, I recommend heading over to the blog Rarasaur. Feel free to send love to Cookie, too! And also, I highly recommend you read as well Rara’s beautiful post, Cause of Death. Title might sound sad or even clinical to you, but it really is a heart-tugging, brief but sweetly-told love story…

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“Why Rarasaurs Make Bad Inmates.” Created by Amalia “Cookie” Bryant

 

An Update by Grayson

This is a follow up to my post titled “SORRY.” Perhaps you would like to extend some help. If you want to know the background of the whole thing, I have linked to relevant info in my post, or you can simply hit the previous-post arrows from the page I’ve reblogged. Check out the comments as well for other info.

SORRY #atozchallenge2014

I had promised to take pictures of my dinosaurs and share to you. I knew you would love them. I never forgot, but I never got around to do that yet. And now I hate myself for exactly that reason, for not getting around to do it much earlier. I’m sorry, Rarasaur. 

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When I started writing for the A-to-Z Challenge, I didn’t exactly have a theme. I just said I’d write stuff that interested me. Then as days went on, I realized I wrote about happy things, positive stuff. So I intended that for the rest of the challenge, I would be writing about happy, positive things. That has changed, if only for today. It so happened that I was to write an “S” post. SORRY seemed quite appropriate now.

We just met last April through the A-to-Z Challenge. I liked the look of her blog, I liked her posts, I LIKE-d her posts, I decided to FOLLOW. Reading stuff she wrote about herself, I felt we may have stuff to talk about. I liked Rarasaur. And so it made me so sad suddenly to see a post by another blogger whose links redirected to Rarasaur’s last post before she was to leave  (the one that follows has just been posted by her husband for her, you might want to check it out as well). For a considerable amount of time, I had been in and out of the WordPress loop. Well, seems I missed a lot. If you want to read more about it, Rarasaur wrote this, too.

My own experiences were not as bad as hers, in fact, mine were quite tamed, but I can say that I know what if feels like to be at your lowest point. I know what it feels like to be accused of something you know very well that you never did and would never do. I know what it feels like to be bullied.

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Rarasaur, forgive me. I promise I will take pictures of my dinosaurs and post them here and write you down even as a tag, for you to find them more easily. As you have requested from us, I have also shared your story through the links…

I won’t be home yet so I can’t take the dinosaur pics, but for you, I took pics of our office dinosaur, as you will see above once you see this post….I still wish you the best. and hope to read you much sooner than we or you expect…