Saturday, 18 February 2012

Five Things To Remember When You're Blue



This past week I found myself weepier than usual.

I found my patience wearing thin and I felt more tired. Things I would normally let go off, seemed to be magnified. There was something amiss, and for a few days I couldn’t figure out why.
Then I went to see “The Descendants”  -- a wonderful gem of a film, which I highly recommend. The story  deals with anticipatory grief and loss struck close to home and brought to light why I was in a funk.
My son, who had passed away in 1998, would have been 18 on February 21st.  If he were still with us, next month, he would have completed high school.  It’s a landmark year of sorts, letting emotions rise, unsettling my equilibrium this time of the year, and manifesting in my weepiness.
Over the last few days I’ve been wanting to alternately hide in a cave, drown myself in work, or hit the gym until I drop. Somehow, I managed to find a balance among the three by throwing in trips to the spa watching action and romantic comedies in between, sitting with the sadness when it comes and just being kinder to myself.
Psychotherapist Bobbi Emel who helps people regain their resiliency and who blogs over at The Bounce Blog reminds us to keep the following tips to heart whenever we find ourselves in a temporary funk.
One, we need to remember that emotions are often short-lived and transitory. The blues do not last forever and the funk you are in can just be a phase depending upon your current circumstances. In my case, it was remembering my son’s loss and the milestones he could have achieved if he were still around.

However, sitting with sadness is very important. Introspection, inner work must be done so you can find out what’s causing the blues.  “The examined life is so worth living!” a poster outside the Ateneo’s Philosophy department read. I passed it on the day that I was feeling down.  Plato was certainly spot on.  Examine, confront, and act on it.

Second, Emel suggests that we think about our experience in the present moment rather than falling prey to words like always and forever.  No emotion lasts always and forever unless you have something that can be found in the DSM IV (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), and even then, all is not lost, because in addition to talk therapy, there are now a wide array of medicines to help address profound sadness aka depression, or other mental issues.

Not everyone who experiences sadness from time to time is depressed. In my case, my son’s upcoming birthday was a grief trigger. Knowing that, I’ve given myself permission to allow the ups and downs of my emotions until his landmark birthday passes. After that, I know in my heart I’ll be all right again.

Being self-aware of what’s going on inside helps keep your emotions in check. Rather than lashing out at your nearest and dearest or ranting and raving at insignificant issues, which many people who are in denial often do, you can opt to leave the room, run around the block, or whatever it is that will get your boat to float.

Third, Emel says,Take a deep breath and tolerate the painful emotion, holding on to the certainty that it won’t last forever.”

What I’ve found helpful, is to go on a long hike by myself or attend dance class.  Deep breathing, like the kind you do in yoga class, always has a magical way of alleviating pain, making you aware that whatever it is, this is just for the moment.  Hold it, then release.

Dance class has the same effect.  After an hour of sweating to Beyonce, Maroon 5, Nikki Minaj or whatever else is on the instructor’s playlist, I find that my blues have melted away. Movement in any form – walking, running, dancing – helps release emotional toxins by increasing your happy hormones.

Next, allow yourself to be really present and notice when your emotions change. When I shut other things out and focus on the task on hand, my emotions are able to rise to the surface. I was eating my salad and talking about my son casually to a colleague at work when all of a sudden I began to feel a lump in my throat and my eyes began to blur. Emel says that sometimes the difference is subtle, but once you begin to see the transitions, you become more confident that your pain will eventually change, too. Emotions all have their own season, they come and go.

During difficult periods, do something nice for yourself. It can be as simple as an extra half hour in the bath, sleeping in for a few hours, a massage, indulging in dessert, a trip to the salon, or okay, some degree of retail therapy.  Whatever you opt to do, just don’t go overboard and binge. Remember, everything nice, kind, and ideally healthy, in moderation is perfectly all right.

Lastly, keep in mind four important words and believe in their promise – “This too, shall pass.”  At the end of a long and difficult day, let this be your prayer, than no matter how sad you might be, it will pass, and the morning will bring with it not just the light, but the chance for you to start anew.

Roots & Wings, 19 February 2012, in the Lifestyle section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer
Photo credits : Vanilla Bean Cake Company

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

A Hundred Sunsets



Samal Sunset, May 2012
 My friend Mon Corpuz of  Black Pencil Project said that while distributing stuffed toys to children survivors of Typhoon Sendong of Calacala, Cagayan De Oro, he received requests from some mothers if they can also get - a teddy bear.


"We said we have enough toys and made sure children who are not present can also get a plushy.


Until someone muttered, "Ma'am, they are asking teddy bears in memory ...of their child who perished during flood"."

A grieving mother never forgets.


Reading this, I was reminded of  "A Hundred Sunsets" a poem of longing which I wrote a few months back and translated into Pilipino by my friend and colleague Noel del Prado :

Daan - Daang Dapithapon

 Hanap-hanap kita,
ngunit,
hinahanap nga ba kita?

Kung lagi’t lagi kang naririto
sa puso at isipan ko
Kung lagi kitang bitbit
saan man mapadpad
Kailangan bang
hanapin pa kita?

Sa bawat kumpas
ng aking puso
umaalon pa rin ang siphayo
kahit nakatitiyak akong
hindi ito pagpapaalam.

Ang sandali kang mawala
bangin ng salita –-
salitang hindi matutuldukan,
salitang dudugtungan lamang
sa muli nating pagkikita.
Kaya ngayon,
sa pagitan ng daan-daang
dapit-hapon,
muli’t muling dadaong
at maglalayag --
taglay ang tibay
at katiyakan ng pampang.
Sa mga araw na walang tinag
at sa mga araw na walang puwang,
naririto ka pa rin
nakasiksik sa pagitan.
nanunuot dito
kahit hindi ko alam
kung paano.

The original version, which I wrote in English in March 2011,  is this...

A Hundred Sunsets

I miss you,
but then again,
do i really miss you?


When you are always
in my heart,
and in my mind.
When I carry you
everywhere.
Should I miss you
still?

In the ebb and flow
of our hearts,
there is comfort
in knowing
there are no
goodbyes.

Parting briefly
is but a threshold
until
we meet again.

And so,
in the meantime,
in the hundred
sunsets,
yet to come
and go
we bravely
carry on.

In the stillness,
and the busyness
of my days,
I find you
here
and everywhere.









1000 Bearhugs, Mission Accomplished!

In mid-December after Sendong struck, this was the objective...


In the interim, The Black Pencil Project and Climb Against Cancer and Yakapin, Batang Hilagang Mindanao raised a total of close to THREE THOUSAND bears!!! 

Thank you to Philippine Airlines for ferrying our furry friends to Cagayan de Oro and Iligan for free! And big hugs and thank you's to everyone who has made this project possible! The work goes on... our next stop, Guihulngan, Negros Oriental in March!

God bless you all!



The healing power of bearhugs bring smiles and joy to the children of Cagayan de Oro on Valentine's day 2012 :-)



Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Call Me Kate

Kate was my childhood name.

It's what family friends and cousins call me to this day. My dad gave me that nickname. Because of my Visayan heritage, the name has seen several variants -- "Kit" "Ket" "Kety" "Kitty"  -- nevertheless, it's still a term of endearment from those who know me really well.

So I'm blogging again and enjoying it. I took a long pause -- three years to be exact -- but now I'm back and hope to be here for a very long time. I'll try to post as often as life, work and other responsibilities permit me. I know now that in the age of Tumblr, brevity is key and one can actually say much simply through a photograph.  My daughter who blogs over at Photograpia knows that so well and does an excellent job. I say that without any bias. You can check out her blog yourself.

So why did I opt to use my childhood nickname? 

Well, for the simple reason that nowadays, I find myself once again looking at the world with child-like wonder but with wiser eyes. The viewfinder can also sometimes be my children's eyes -- they who show me parts of myself and parts of the world that I would not be able to see otherwise.

This blog will also serve as a repository for some of the writing that I do every Sunday for the the Philippine Daily Inquirer as I put together my thoughts for a project I'm hoping to complete in a few years. This is also my own private space in the digital world where I can share whatever thoughts I may have that I am unable to put on print due to space constraints.

At 47, I try to find something to be joyful and grateful about with each day that I am given. Everyday, we come across things we read, food we eat, places we visit, and people we meet who inspire us or make us think. I hope to be able to put them all in here as I begin this new chapter in my life.

I'm very transparent and what you see is what you get. I've always worn my heart on my sleeve and have always believed in doing things with great passion especially when it comes to advocacies  that are close to my heart. The word courage finds it's roots in the French word "coeur".  Courage is something that I grew into early on in life because of the many losses that I've had. Thus, what better day to launch this site than on the day of hearts, in my year -- the year of the dragon. Stories by Kate will be about that -- the places in my heart where I have found courage, and joy, laughter and the wisdom I wish to share with the world.

Come and join me turn the pages of this new chapter :-)

Real Men Surprise Their Dates




Yes, real men aren't afraid at all to do the unexpected... Love this video from Dove Men!

Soulmate

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so out of control that you have to transform your life..."


- Elizabeth Gilbert, is the best-selling author of "Eat, Pray, Love".

Sunday, 12 February 2012

My Hong Kong baby's "homing" device : Tales from a mother-daughter adventure

"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."  -- T.S. Eliot

Hong Kong holds a special place in my heart.
It was the first country I visited as a child. My father took me there when I was 13 years old as a graduation present. I still remember vividly our visit to Stanley Beach – the sweeping vistas of the mountains and the sea as we stood on the terrace of a hotel perched on a hill.
Hong Kong was where I lived as a young mother – a time and place that seems like a distant life now. The baby whom I cared for hands-on in the seaside community of Discovery Bay on Lantau Island, is now 21-years old, and the trip back there was a belated birthday present, but I found that there it was a gift for me as well.
It’s amazing how different a familiar place can look like after many years.  How one can see and appreciate many things about the place that one used to be fearful of or take for granted. Central district’s winding roads seemed easier to navigate this time. The Star Ferry more charming, and the pace of life, though still very busy, less daunting.
Perhaps I had grown older, braver and wiser in the years that have ensued.
The trip was an emotional journey as we revisited our old home, and returned to familiar haunts, places where she and I used to spend time together. In those moments I was reminded of a younger self, of the joys and pains of young motherhood, of what I was capable of, and how much I could bear. As I regaled my daughter with stories of our life in Hongkong before her, and after her, stories that she had never heard, in my head I could hear myself say, “Wow, I was able to do that!?” and smile at the recollection. Although some of the memories were bittersweet, I was awash with peace at many of the things that I remembered and in the process rekindled a love for the city that I had shunned for many years.
My daughter and I make good travel partners. Admittedly, she is the more organized one between the two of us and we are in many ways like yin and yang. On this trip I taught her to loosen up. To allow herself to “get lost.” Thus, most of our days were unstructured and unhurried. We llet our legs lead where our hearts wanted to take us. Sometimes that meant walking and running for an hour in Causeway Bay in pursuit of an elusive but to die for Peking Duck (at the Golden Bauhinia in the HK Convention Center). Other days that would mean hiking up and down the streets of Central to buy a blue paper lantern, to shoot the very rare cobblestone street, or peer through the alley where Rizal once lived. On another quiet afternoon before flying home, “getting lost” meant circling the IFC mall several times in search of a macaron, and ending up instead having high tea overlooking the Victoria Harbor.
The joy of having an adult child is that your relationship evolves from mother and child to best friends. As the child grows older, she becomes more tolerant and understanding of the parent’s shortcomings. In her eyes, one’s humanity shines more than what was once perceived as “superhero” qualities. Although of course, she knows that I will always be mom, and she will always be my baby. Every now and then, though, our individual strengths reverse those roles.  
Directions were never my strongest suit, though I must say that in the exercise of getting “lost” I have found the greatest joys and treasures.  It was no different on this trip. My heart was warmed watching my Hong Kong baby, now all grown up, navigate the streets her mother once knew so well, safely on her own. 
Watching her move confidently, sightseeing and shooting pictures, I was reminded of an incident when she was all of seven and I was very pregnant with my youngest child. We had found ourselves in a brand new mall in the southern part of Manila, and the person who was supposed to take us home had left and gone ahead.  I was trying to figure my way out when her little hand tugged at my sleeve, “Mommy, this way…” and true enough, the seven-year old, lead the 30 year old out of the mall and into the parking lot.
Many times on this trip, late in the evening, she would lead the way back home. On unfamiliar streets I was often tempted to ask, “Are you sure?” but I would stop myself – she already had a homing device at age seven, how much more now?
God always gives us what we need. He blesses us with children who help us navigate a different phase of  life with confidence and joy, and by His grace, second chances for us to revisit our past, and see the world through braver and kinder eyes, like, as T.S. Eliot says, we are seeing it for the first time.

Unfolding

"Yet haste is by its very nature vastly more stressful than serene fortitude. When you feel yourself growing impatient because the pace of your development is deceptively slow, remember that everything that will occur in your life will occur in its own time.
Quelling your urge to rush will enable you to witness yourself learning, changing, and becoming stronger. There is so much to see and do in between the events and processes that we deem definitive. If you are patient enough to take pleasure in your existence’s unfolding, the journey from one pinnacle to the next will seem to take no time at all.”