I silenced Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest. Instagram, YouTube. Books, movies, television series. Not too consciously - I'd decided I wanted to hear God's voice clearer, and that decision just seemed to follow. The first thing I discovered was how noisy my head really was. Because of all the stimuli I'd been feeding it, my brain was … Continue reading Sixth Day of Silence
When we touched down on Japanese asphalt in August 2016, I thought an experience would strike me like a thunderbolt. Some magic fire, some sign that this nation I had been praying for was the nation I would live in the rest of my days. After all, I had loved Japan and her history since I … Continue reading #TokyoAnniversary
"Let's go to Fort Santiago on Sunday to see it by night," best friend Angela suggested. Well gulay (vegetable) I'd love to but I have church in the morning and work in the afternoon and you know money and tiredness and all those practical things, I thought with practically no emotion. After all, when it … Continue reading Breathe.
Yesterday, I opted to drift off in the car instead of taking my daily walk to McDonald's Kidzania for coffee, reading, and free-writing. When we woke up around seven, I went with Mom and twin Ruth to the office caf and sat apart so I could read and write as usual. However, at work, I … Continue reading Of Trees, Sunlight, and Shadowplay
As far as it is in my power, I do not eat alone. It's better if I have notebook and pen in hand, but I still look for someone to have at the table with me. However, tonight, I broke personal tradition, and deliberately and literally U-turned into a small new Japanese diner along 1st … Continue reading Food Trip: My Matsuya Adventure at BGC
It's a first. No really, it's a first! Okay, maybe when I wanted to be an ice-cream seller I didn't have any real plan. No, I mean the plan was to eat ice cream whenever I liked. Ah, so I did have a plan. Interesting. Anyway, the desired careers of army doctor, medical jurisprudence, and … Continue reading Facing 2017 With NO 10-Year Plans
by Esther Elizabeth Suson Editing is its own kind of high. As the supposed final voice on the manuscript, a bit of smugness might creep in. If the motion has become too mechanical, we stop reading in breathless anticipation of skillful wording and hard-hitting sentences. Instead, we live for that casual flick of the pen … Continue reading Editing: Discovering the Heart of the Writer