Post- partum Sunday Blues: Sleepless and Restless?\ No longer 0ftentimes, when iAM sad,lonely, and depressed. iLeave the myComforts, safety andsecurity ofHome, in the middle of the night, without giving Notice... i Ride a jeepney and goto Rizal park, Luneta:my Sanctuary. There; amongst and amidst Humanity,i sit by the park bench, lost watching sad,lonely peoples passing by..iKnew the Place Well ...i was an 11- year old kid that ran- away from home. a 12- hours, 300 mile adventure trip, from a rickety, dusty, gasoline smelling Pantranco bus, unpaved, full of potholes etc.. I ended up @Luneta; with my fellow runaways, sleeping in the grassy knolls of the Intramuros walls, the cardboard boxes,our bed, blanketed by the wind, sand, and stars.. Then i walk the mile, the dark streets and alleys of Mabini and Malate--the red light district (DanBrowns- gates of Hell)? At the back of the church, there is a narrow gate, i enter. ther is a little Adoration chapel where the Blessed sacrament is exposed 24/7. in the verry cold air- conditioned room, i silently poured, cried my heart out, to the patroness of Remedios church, the Saint of the disabled and invalids. Early morning, i retraced my slow Walk to Luneta by the bayside, savoring the cold morning fresh, salty sea- breeze, of the Manila bay... When i woke up at noontime, there was nobody home. except for already cold food,prepared on the table. i ate alone a late brunch. Nobody Knew, where i was.. Except for the hot, hot cofee.. that warmed a cold, cold HearT?
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 01:35:34 +0000
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