Kathmandu before the quake ~ Photo by Teresita Lugo

How does a 7.9 magnitude earthquake feel like? How does it sound like? What thoughts come to mind when your house shakes violently for what seems like an eternity?

Find out the answers to these questions, through the first-hand account of the experience by Leotes L. Helin, an education specialist with the United Nations Children’s Emergency Fund (UNICEF) Regional Office for South Asia.

Leotes, who currently lives in Nepal with her husband and 5-year old son, detailed her family’s harrowing experience during the earthquake in the Rappler.com article The day the earth shook Nepal.“ In the article, Leotes shared:

“I alternated between praying and screaming for my mom, while holding my son tight. My husband was hugging both of us. The house continued to sway violently. It felt like an eternity.”

The New York Times also published today several contrasting images of Nepal, before and after the earthquake. The NYT’s before and after images of Nepal earthquake capture more clearly accounts by some survivors from remote villages that “hint at the trauma of seeing an environment mostly taken for granted as stable and secure suddenly disintegrate.”

To help support Nepal, please donate via the UNICEF website.

When the roof of the world sways violently, crumbles

A Vow of Love and Friendship

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Yellow.”

It is not lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

As fate would have it, the course of my love life suddenly went off on a tangent and collided with your journey’s curve at a precise time. That very moment, when my path unexpectedly touches with yours, was meant to be our point of tangency – our inflection point.

It was no coincidence. We were destined to meet.

“Take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

That was our vow of consent, the act of will by which we give ourselves to each other, during our solemn wedding ceremony in December.

It seemed like yesterday. But, no! It has been twenty-six momentous years of highs and lows, a seemingly roller coaster moment of joy-disappointment-happiness-sorrow, that we shared with our four children.

Coupled with prayers, it is friendship, I believe, that has kept our love alive all these years.

It was friendship that kept us stronger when the honeymoon stage dimly faded and when our hearts seemed to have forgotten the fiery embers of romance. When our personal spaces seemed overwhelming, due to money or lack thereof, friendship helped us overcome our shortcomings and seemingly unending flaws. When parenting woes kept us awake until the early morning dawn, it was our friendship that made us held on to each other until both of our sobs died down.

And this gold ring explicitly portrays what words can’t.

Unadorned but timeless, this gold ring reminds us of a hope and a prayer that our love will be without end. It is an aide-mémoire of the vow that we made to each other and of the promise that God has made to the both of us.

Happy 26th anniversary of love and friendship, my dear Maxim! I thank God for the gift of inflection points.

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Winter Morning

Photo by Guia Tiujongco

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg          

by Marites Avisado-Responte

A morning so cold and misty

My melancholic sighs revealed the

the pain of your absence…

Birds from afar sang a poignant melody

mocking the emptiness as the sounds

of your leaving footsteps barely heard…

The leafless trees raised their boughs with

rancour to welcome the faint gleam of the

morning sun.. made me think the loss

of vigor to live when your gaze so distant

and goodbyes carelessly spoken…

Morning dews lost their luster as tiny drops of

snow fell unceasingly… blurring my hope to bring you back

into my midst, I so desired.

My timeless devotion you can own… I so promised

Yet you chose to depart and only memories I gripped

To go on living and find the pieces to make me whole again…

Where are the colors this world made?

As I danced with you in the summer delight

Would my heart ever sing again? As the leaves

sway gracefully in the autumn breeze…

Now, your absence brought numb of sorrow

and frozen plea not heard…drowned in the stillness of the winter morning….


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 Marites Avisado-Responte, fondly called Ites, is a dear friend who loves to write poems. She will be a regular contributor to the Poetry section of The Inflection Point.

Silence

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point… ~ mtg 

by Marites Avisado-Responte

The unrehearsed prayer

 muttered by the heart

that forms the words 
and the mouth

that makes it heard

The burning lightning strikes at a distant horizon

sparks the deserted way…

Its neon glow shoots the stars up

The howling wind kisses

The snow-draped meadows

Where the butterfly pauses and listens

The sluggish dew gracefully slips

along the ribs of a leaf

stops at its tip, clinging

tempting to drop…

The migrant bird perching

the bare tree, searching

for pair tweeting and singing …

The snowflakes tenderly falls

along the weathered quay

where waves are tamed and free

The listless swaying

of the pine leaves stirs

the spiritless white morn

in the snowy moor

The wishing gush of the streams

chants the tenderest lullaby amidst

the most challenging trek and trail

The brave moon in December

gracefully shows up its splendor

against the web of clouds

and unabated mists  …

The slumber is perfected beneath

the cozy comforter where sighs

of weariness are forgotten

in its heavenly hug…

If silence is broken by my own chatter

all alone I am left not appreciating

the noiseless art and beauty that

tap my noisy heart…


10452362_10203859382100554_5781705630971545966_nMarites Avisado-Responte, fondly called Ites, is a dear friend who loves to write poems. She will be a regular contributor to the Poetry section of The Inflection Point.