New Year Haiku

Old acquaintances

Take a cup of kindness dear

Two thousand ten here.

Poetic Justice- The Heroes' Haiku

Heroes eight are we
Here to save us from ourselves
Friends of eight we be.

Martin Status Update - 2009
(sung to the tune of 'Jingle Bells' – you gotta!)

Facebook kin, Facebook friend
We went live this year
Oh how fun to read updates
Make us laugh or shed a tear – hey!

Post a joke, send a poke
Let's go have some fun
Now it's time for us to share
All the things that we have done

Dennis is back home
With a brand new bachelor's
Has a job he likes
What more could we ask for?
Jared is in fourth
Learning quite a lot
Kyle's right behind in second grade
And knows more than he ought – oh!

Popcorn sales, swim meet tales

We're always in the car

Oh be sure to do a check

What's on the calendar -argh!

Build a boat, sign a note

Where did the time go?

Now we send you Christmas cheer

Before we go psycho!

A Winter Haiku

Snow flake, snow flake fall
Keeps me away from the mall
Snow flake, snow flake squall.

A Wedding Haiku

In good times and bad

From this day forward I vow

Death please don't us part.

Christmas Haiku

Let's prepare Him room
As heaven and earth rejoice
For the baby born.

Namecalling - My Contexts

Susan, Tsu-kutsang-kutsang, Inday, Sue, San
Sansue, Susie, Sansoy, Sanswa, Cici, Seuss, Suzy Q, Ms. Susan
Ms. Suarez, Bru, Mommy, Mom, Sparky, Sweetheart
Mrs. Martin,and my all-time favorite...

ZenSue

The Zen of Feelings

A friend reminded me that feelings in themselves are amoral. That it is in acting on those feelings that the question of what is right or wrong arises. And so i nurse (i should be good at this) mine, acknowledging...not necessarily liking, but just accepting it for what it is. Giving it permission to stay or go away, hoping it will be a friend... no matter what.

Rainy Day Haiku

I think I'm slowly

going out of my mind with

thoughts of rain and pain.

The Truth Accdg. to Girlie and David (?)

It is said that we know who we are or what we are in different contexts. That people construct different truths to different contexts and we enact different contexts (we are in) all the time. This truth (if that's what it truly is) has opened a box of aha moments for me at 5:30 in the morning. Is that why the "me" at work is so different from the "me" at home or the "me" with friends or the "me" with families? All this time I thought I was bipolar! I don't need therapy or medication after all - what a relief and a truth I'll take any day!Following this path, do people with multiple personalities just happen to have a lot of truths? And are people who are boring still searching for their truth? What of somebody who has not found their truth? Is that what drives someone to despair and hopelesness, loneliness too?

And somewhere in all these... is there a context where all these truths meet and are one and the same? Would that be the Real Me? Or just a meeting place of all my truths?

First Date - February 14, 2003

I had a special date today with a special guy.

We had planned on going to the movies(of course). The day started out gloomy and rainy I almost cancelled. But I promised him. And it was our first date. We woke up together this morning and I couldn't resist helping him to get dressed. I offered to drive, surprised him by holding the car door open for him, even held the umbrella as we walked hand in hand to the theatre. I took it even further and opened doors as we walked inside, paid for tickets... even popcorn and soda for both of us. He almost didn't want to go because it was dark and hardly anybody inside. Other guys would have seen that as an opportunity. My guy found every excuse not to stay in his own seat and insisted on climbing unto my lap, grabbing whatever he could to get there, then started digging into the popcorn, candy and soda.

So we settled to enjoy the movie, and every now and then he would turn to me and give me a kiss. Most of the time he would just lean back against me and concentrate on what was going on in the screen. When the movie ended, I had to take him to the bathroom, help him with his coat and once again we walked hand in hand back to the car. I decided to take him shopping and he didn't complain like most guys would but did fall asleep and stayed asleep all the way home.

The movie was Jungle Book 2...

my guy was Jared...

and he was only 3 years old.

I couldn't have had a more perfect date for Valentine's Day!

And I can't wait to take 2 guys next time - when Kyle is old enough!

Haiku for my Sisters

God gave me sisters
when my Mom was too busy
with six other kids.

Black Friday Zen

iShop...therefore...iAm

Shopping on Black Friday can be spiritual. One learns to fast, ignore the physical demands of one's body, make new friends and learn patience while waiting in long, long lines . You learn to let go of money, appreciate nothingness when the money is gone and commune with the self that is you as one meditates along aisles of merchandise and other shoppers seemingly on a mission.

iShop(ped)...therefore... iAm(broke).

Shopping on Black Friday... it is not for the faint of hearts.

Anatomy of the Heart Accdg. to Kyle

"Did you know we have two hearts Mommy? One heart to keep us alive and the other heart to hold our love."

The way God speaks to us is the way we listen to our children.

Nov. 29... Kyle adds "There is a third heart Mommy... for the evil things we do. But its a small one and gets smaller the more we do good and love."

Fall Haiku

October is when

she strips down her gown of gold

for old man winter.

Perspectives

I was packing something for mailing the other day, using those styrofoam peanuts to pad the box. Kyle (7 y.o.) comes in and sits on the floor with me, asking,"What are you doing Mommy?"
I said,"Oh , I'm packing this to send to a friend." Then he continues, inquisitive this child is, "Mommy, what's that?" pointing to the styrofoam peanuts. I answered, "Oh, that's styrofoam peanuts to pad the box so it doesn't break what's inside." Then he picks one up, examines it closely then brings it down between his legs as if comparing the size of the styrofoam peanut to his, well... you know. He is dressed fortunately. Then he said, after a short pause... "Well, it is about the same size." I break into a slow smile. I have taught my boys the proper names for body parts but for some reason they refuse to call this one by its proper name, preferring to call it "peanut". In comes Jared (9 y.o.) and Kyle calls out, "Hey Jared, check out this peanuts!" Jared looks at Kyle, looks at me with eyes wide open and runs out of the room, screaming, "Peanuts... I'm allergic to peanuts!" He is... severely.

Just a Thought

Before there was "Going Green",didn't we have the Green Revolution?(In the Philippines anyway.)


Have you ever wondered why in the Far East they're called "healers" and here on our side of the world doctors are still "practicing"? The alternative medicine was always there...

Jared This Time

Jared, seeing a white horse w/ black spots across the field," Look Daddy, it's a horse dressed like a cow!"

The Game

Mom: "Jared, if you were a flower what would you be?"
Jared: "I want to be a rose and peony Mommy and then you can take care of me."
Mom: "What about you Kyle?
Kyle: " I want to be a peony and a rose too Mommy but I want to be pollinated!"

Kyle Again

I'm getting good at swimming Mommy... last week I swallowed water 8 times, today I swallowed water 2 times only!

gulp!

Kyle - 6 y.o.

" Mommy, I get it... God is the Father, Mary is the Mother, Jesus is the Son... and the Holy Spirit is... the pet,... it's like a family!

That's all he needs to learn,no?

On Mindfulness

Here's a suggestion... don't just see the glass as half-full... make time to take time to appreciate the glass itself then offer gratitude because some people don't even have a glass at all. Downsize and your cup runneth over...

First Thoughts

Today I got sucked into the web! I always had the strong desire to share my thoughts when they matter to those who matter. So  when you think nothing else matters, come and visit my mindspace.....mtc!