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Can you hear the music as the green grasses sway and dance with the wind? ~ Fingertalks

I'm here at the basement of the Church, waiting for hubi to finish his first practice tonight as new member of the Catholic Choir Ministry. Good thing, hubi has his laptop with him. I didn't bring my laptop to the office because we'd go straight to the Church after work.

The Choir is practicing the song, Power to Unite, a beautiful music video. I want you to play the video, and be inspired as well.

As I listen to the Choir's vocalization, memories about my membership in a choir when I was in my 2nd grade have started to flood my thoughts.

I suddenly remembered my music teacher (may God bless her soul) who believeth in me when I was in my second grade. She saw me standing behind the door, as I waited for my sister to finish her practice in the school's choir. The next day, the music teacher asked me to join the choir. hehehe. What a good way to audition, huh! I never auditioned. It was just based on my teacher's intuition.

I owed my teacher a lot. She was the one who motivated me to sing, although singing was never my passion. She always made me a leader of her dance group, and represented the school in various contests in the province. She was the teacher who taught me a lot in my English class. She was my teacher who was so proud of me and, in particular, my sister, who was her favorite student back then. Fond memories of my beloved teacher...

As I write this post, my tears are about to swell from my eyes. I am trying to control them because the Choir members are in front of me. Although they are busily singing the piece, I just can't afford that they see me cry so suddenly; I'm a new comer, remember. Thus, controlling the tears back gives me an aching throat right now. hehe...

I feel sad as I recall my moments with my teacher. It's because I never got the chance to visit her when she was already old, and ailing.

I couldn't forget that day, perhaps that was Dec. 27th years ago, when I passed by my teacher's house. A part of me was saying I should drop by at her house that time, but if I remember it rightly, it was a bit draining that time so my hubi, my bf then, didn't stop by at my teacher's house. Just then, I learned three days or a week after, my teacher was hit and run by a certain vehicle, and gone was my teacher forever – a regret that is forever inculcated in my memory. Tears didn't fall right after the moment I learned about the demise of my favorite teacher. It was maybe a feeling of disbelief and denial. It took perhaps a month or two before my tears finally gave way.

The choir is now practicing their second piece, a Tagalog piece. I already heard about the song when I was still in the Philippines, but I could hardly tell its title at the moment. Maybe, it is because I hardly recognize the music in me. What's wrong with me? I don't know. I never got the courage to sing again with other people, more so to sing when someone listens to me. LOL. Give me martini! Kidding, o'rayt!

After attending the 6:30 p.m. mass, hubi told me that we'd practice at the Choir. I am amazed at hubi's dedication to whatever is asked of him. You know he's so busy as a bee. He works the whole week, barely having a time for himself. When someone asks for his design skills at the Church, he'd likely give his time no matter what – just like now. I knew he's so busy, yet he found time to practice in the Choir. So when he told me that I should also join, I told him that I'd only wait for him. He said, «it's for God». Yes, I know, if and only if I am confident enough with my singing ability. He asked me about the thing that I am confident of. I could have said, «dancing!», but I could have just laughed at myself if I said that. What would I tell people that I was a folk dancer since I was in my first grade until fourth year in college? Gosh, and there was even a break of four years! I never danced when I was in high school. It's because I never liked my P.E. teacher in my high school years. I was more inclined in school politics during my high school years. So I never danced the modern way! LOL. Occasionally, yes, but they were just the wiggling of my butt. Hahaha. Regarding hubi's question, my answer was an astounding one: WRITING! And I guess I explained it well when I told him that if the way for me to give back the glory to God is through the power of my pen, a way to evangelize, I would be very glad to do it. However, human as I am, sometimes I can't help but rant in my blog. Hahaha. But at least the ranting has diminished unlike before…hehehe…when I finally triumphed in making this blog a life development blog. Anyway, it's part of being a human. Being able to triumph over the negative things and other obstacles is more important than being stuck in a defeatist situation.

Tonight, there are so many realizations, too. As I listen to the Choir, various thoughts are playing in my mind.

I got disconnected from reminiscing those memories when nature called on me. So five minutes ago, I went to the bathroom near the Grotto. Ate Jos, a Sister-in-Christ showed me the way to the bathroom. I knew the way because I already have used that bathroom. Before going back to the Church Basement, I went to the Grotto, and uttered a prayer of thanks to Mama Mary. I felt so blessed, and perhaps I spent some more minutes in front of the Grotto. In a sudden impulse, I looked back as I was uttering a prayer. I saw Ate Jos waiting for me! I never knew she went out from the Choir just to see if I was able to find my way to the bathroom! Were you able to read about my post a few weeks back regarding Ate Jos? Gosh, I felt so blessed to have known a friend as caring as Ate Jos! Last night, out of nowhere, she just texted me and asked about how I was doing. When she saw me awhile ago at the Choir room, she hugged me, and kissed, which she did, too, to hubi. Ate Jos is a 51-year old woman who has all the love and care in the world. She said, «I love you», when she hugged me. And she gave me a cup of hot coffee when she went back from the kitchen. Yes, I was the only one who had that hot cup of coffee! Call it favoritism. Hehehe.

Back to the Grotto, my attention was caught by the birds on the roof! I counted them, and there 1.3.5.7....16 birds! Whoa! And when I looked down on the grasses, I saw cats! 1.2.3.4 cats! Just looking at them made my heart at peace. I loved the way the birds were patiently sitting, some heads were looking upward, while the others were busily looking downwards. And about the cats, they were silently lying on the grass. They were so lovely to look at. I suddenly missed being close to nature...

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...the feeling of being so at peace with myself.

The Choir is currently singing its last piece for tonight's practice. I realized that my talking fingers have already reached the third page of my MS Word, and it's single-spaced! I really could write longish entries, even though, I don't plan about what to blog. They are just sudden impulses as my fingers glide the keyboard. Did you read what I just wrote this morning about the section in the sidebar, «From the Author's Desk»? Well, read it if you haven't yet.

There's no Internet as I write this post. There's no connection to the Internet, and if ever there is, I can't get through because of its low signal. And yes, thanks God because I could concentrate on writing this longish post. Sometimes when there's Internet, I am often distracted to surf and surf the Web. Gotcha!

Hey, have you just realized that there are several topics in this post? But really, the topics are written as they occurred moments ago. My lap is already hot because of the heat emanating from the laptop, and that my fingers are already aching. Yet, my fingers are still not talking. What can I do? I need to stop now, and call it a night.

Oh, and by the way, have you already recognized the change in the tagline of my blog? A couple of weeks back, I wrote in the header of this page that this is a «Life Development Blog: Inspired Expressions of my Talking Fingers». I changed it this morning to something catchy: (or is it just for me?) «My fingers talk; your eyes listen.»

And yes, this is the last paragraph of this longish post...It's 9:06p.m., and I have been writing for an hour. Specifically, I have written a single-spaced, three-paged post (via MS Word), with 6,000 characters. Geez!

Till tomorrow's post!

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