Project Cabawan
December 3rd, 2006 by projectcabawan(October 30, 2006) Like most dreams it started small. Purely celebral. No definite idea, just a thought of a moment. Nothing etched or tinseled in some dark room of an uneventful mind. It came out of nowhere and, for a moment, wasn’t going nowhere. Too fleeting. Unvertebraed… And so it was. At first, anyway!
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(October 31, 2006) Billeted in a star-studded hotel is no small matter. Or shall I say priceless? Or, maybe, a "once-in-a-lifetime" feeling of awe and appreciation for such an opportunity to experience some sense of mystique one can only experience in such portal of multi-faceted, multi-directional flow of people, actions and events galore, too overwhelming to imagine and reminisce, more so, to look forward to the next one that comes to mind? Who woudn’t?!!
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(November 1, 2006) A dream is a dream. Reality is another truth we all have to face in the course of our personal journey. There’s no such thing as virtual reality at all when we’re faced with such realism in the here and now even if we pretend to believe in one. That is not the case here at all. I’m talking about actuality, something corporeal, something verifiable or plain sensible. The latter belongs to IT parlance. My thoughts tread on precision and numbers. (Some thoughts to further untangle, LoL)
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(November 2, 2006) Another day, another ideas. Another opportunity to introspect, another challenge. Another "chitchat-post-it" mood for one who dislike literary stimulations (ehehe!)… I started the day remembering the dead and loved ones who have gone before us, my mom especially, who passed away and moved on to the next state last Feburary. I prayed. I offered masses, one after another, three times. I mourned (briefly) and celebrated their blessedness, when they were with us and their being with God right now in His abode. I rejoiced in God’s promise whose will, His Son says - even before the world began, even in our mother’s wombs - that we be with Him one day, as we are all created for Him and have our dentiny directed to Himself. How great that LOVE is, immeasurable and way beyond imagining… August 7th (2006) was the only, and last, time that I had the special honor of seeing mama set foot on that particular dream of mine that was slowly evolving right after the wedding of my eldest nephew, an informal picnic my brother-in-law, Paul, put together to celebrate a truly "regular-day-made-special" for family to gather and to share God’s bounty right in the middle of the unslabbed floor of my dream project. What a sight to behold, in retrospect! What a painful memory to cherish, now! What a truly special "made-for-heaven-time-for-family" it was, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else for the world!
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What a sight to behold. Multi-colored rainbow in the early afternoon, moon at dusk, gazillion stars congregate my artistic visual dimensions and the combo of the not-so-cool-humid October wind blowing calmly and spouting aromas of emerging dews drifting loosely on the greens. We (I) witnessed all that! The dream from a dream in another dream. It was like a dream (wink!)
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Like a mustard seed it grew to become a humongous bush where birds of the air nest… where butterflies and creepers amuse themselves. So did Project Cabawan. The little house on the prairie that was thought of originally was nowhere to be found…
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To be continued… waiting for some more inspiration 