My Christmas Prospect for 2010

The last Christmas I spent with my family was in 2008, one which, keeping up with the Hortelano family's Christmas tradition, proved to be a piece worthy of an Oscar Nomination for Action-Suspense. My Christmas of '09 was spent in our new house with my husband, a month into our marriage, some 12,000 Kilometers away from my Family. But then here I would have to lay claim, that I now have my new Family. I now have a loving husband, from whom 2 months of separation is proving much more than a little inconvenience.

In a few days, we would be celebrating Christmas with my family here atop the cold misty mountains of Baguio. I would have to remind myself to really relish and enjoy this occasion, for it may take me years to have such an event again. As I am now, newly moved and still in transition to my new place with my husband, I am yet to carve our place and claim our space in this unforgiving world.

The coming year holds prospects and promises far beyond my imagining. It may be fruitful, or it may be challenging. One thing I know; whatever it may hold, I will not be walking the streets alone, for my life has already taken a fateful twist, one that I fully believe in my heart to be for the better.

For now, in the Winter of this year 2010, I shall indulge myself to be excited as child with the coming holiday season. And this is what my Mother and I have planned to share with our family on this warmth-filled night of December.

Intro

Rain pours heavily, shrouding the already shrouded mountains in mist. Mist that hides an untold number of things that spans further than the spectrum of human imagination. And so it occurs, that my curtained window atop the misty mountain, is just one of the many unsung and untold existence. An insignificant room wherein I once again find myself seeking comfort in putting together the words that otherwise would be left to oblivion, unspoken, mute...

It may be a faulty enterprise bound to failure, but one thing I am sure of will be infallible; that by doing so, I am committing myself to the one thing that i know and had always known to be the best remedy whenever I am at the bottom of life's wheel; the fleeting yet uplifting ecstasy of Writing.

And that is how I feel today...the confusion of emotions and the overwhelming sense of helplessness. In a vain attempt to give even a flimsy semblance of stability, I now and always will confine the brouhaha into words, for that is the least that I can do to preserve what is left of my sanity and the already tattered belief in emotional matters.

Crumbling coals and diamond dusts. The black soot of my life's disappointments and pain in contrast with the shimmering glitter of happiness and of a love that sustains my existence...


Y.H.B.