Missus Bounty Basket

Dear Ellen, It was very late last night when you suddenly appeared in my thoughts. I stopped with editing my video and greeted you in my head then said a prayer. Later, images of us during our university days flashed before me and I smiled. Do you remember when we use to go to HP and were mistaken to be SM sales clerk because of our school uniform? The Graduates of 1991                             This morning, which I am sure is your bday, I realized that you were in my dream. There were  3 girls on a hill and one was pointing where Pantabangan was. You have mentioned that your family was displaced a long time ago and I know that the girl was showing   your family's village . It might have been so hard for everyone to leave their birth place and  start in a new one. Before finally getting up, I greeted you again,saying how I miss you and that I love and admire you, my dear friend.  My dear friend, Ellen U. I admire you for your dedication to improve the status quo, of that mi

  In December 2019, I decided that the following year would be a better one for me. So I listed things to do and projects to complete. My goal was that everything in that list should be crossed-out, accomplished. Then my body pain got worse,Taal Volcano erupted, Covid19 entered and my father got sick.  By March 2020, Switzerland went into semi-lockdown. Everything I wanted to do has taken a backseat. As if the lockdown was my excuse to carry the pain and fear in my  body and mind, to not do anything. I was anxious, my body was in pain and I cried not only because of what seems like helplessness but it felt that I am not going anywhere. Goodness, gracious, I am 50. What am I doing with my life? In my head, I started to create a more positive scenario. My day as a Nanay in a pandemic went on. As the semi-lockdown started to ease up, my therapy restarted and slowly my body received the re-education, love and care it needed. I remember during one of my sessions, my physiotherapist asked me