Month: January 2018

This first month of the year, Bernard spoke to our hearts and minds. Such an Old Testament feast!

The weather has been consistently Spring like: Light showers, moderate chill, sunny disposition.

I knew we’d be entering a new world, unfamiliar to us yet. The adoption fairy land. I expected it to be challenging, intense and equally beautiful.

The world is turning on itself. It’s imploding actually.

I was in the laundry room, changing our clothes from the washer to the dryer, and mom was in the same room putting stuff away. Jaclyn comes with a deeply troubled face, forehead down and says: “I’m very upset. Nobody wants to play with me.”

I love to travel. I enjoy adventure and novelty in my life. Yet to this day I have mixed feeling everytime I embark on new trips.

In retrospective things make sense. I evaluate and see clearly. But writing on the go, processing present events, actions, feeling, this blog makes me feel a lot more vulnerable. I share as I go and at times it feels lame, un-chiseled, incomplete.

When do we learn to listen once and then compute?

I witness despair, cynicism, brokenness masked by a millimeter thin layer of cheer. The more noise the less substance.

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I woke up with this thought: that sometimes we ought to save our kids from our overprotective-selves.