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
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
by Esther Elizabeth Suson (A poem I wrote on June 20, 2009.) If I had a mission in life It would be To stand in the middle of strife It would be To restore the blessedness of tears It would be To love in moments of fear. * If I had a vision in life … Continue reading When God Takes Over
by Esther Elizabeth Suson I am noisiest on Twitter, but not usually to the point where the Tweets choke my followers with the showing-off (this is me speaking. My followers might have another perspective. They most probably do). But I should have known something was off when I started Tweeting about VIXX on a regular … Continue reading Insecurity.