Holy Week – Mahal na Araw – was impossible to miss back home.
I was reminded of this essay while writing my previous post. Maybe you’ve chanced upon it online yourself, as I did decades ago.
Written by a Jesuit priest in the Philippines, it resonated with me then (not only in matters of the heart, but especially so), as did a wise friend’s admonition to “Make haste slowly”.
Both are ageless in wisdom and ring true, especially to the young – perhaps now more than ever.
With six hours between flights and not much energy left, the last thing I wanted to do was walk or sit inside an airline terminal.
So I sat outside.
Though we’ve enjoyed the cooler nighttime temperatures this past week, it is nevertheless a sobering reminder that the end of summer is drawing near. Soon enough, we’ll bid a wistful farewell to warm leisurely days and buckle down for the cooler more structured days of fall…
On yet another sweltering day with occasional thunderstorms, we had some indoor fun by practicing tinikling, the Philippine national folk dance. (Rather, it is widely thought to be, though the national dance is actually the cariñosa.)
Our big craft for the week involved making (rather, trying to make) clay cooking sets just like the one in the book, Araw Sa Palengke – a wonderful book featuring adorable drawings and a heartwarming story about the Filipino culture and the relationship between Nanay and her anak (child).