of boats and me
Art brings the best out of me. When I am creating something, there is a sublime feeling that I encounter as I use my hands and imagination. One of the most notable material we use is clay and in this instance, the children made clay boats as part of a mini-project they were doing in class.
It was heartwarming that many memories came flooding while we are doing the clay pieces. One specific story I had was when I visited my grandparents in Nueva Ecija. I was swimming in the river when a group of boys, of my age, were also in the water at the same time. I overheard one saying to move the 'banca' towards the middle of the river which was the deepest part and by doing so, they thought of drowning me. I dived down and emerged at the bank of the river watching them astonished as they found out I could swim.
Of late would be my favourite spot in Thailand where I got on a kayak gliding through the mangroves of Krabi. We were assisted by a guide as the waterways were quite confusing. The conversations between me and the guide was hilarious. It made a mark on my mind because I was very much enticed to jump into the waters but I was warned of sea crocodiles. I didn't see or met one but I truly believed in his stories.
And just any other memories, a boat represent a journey. Whether we are met with strong winds and heavy rains, prayers can always be a companion. When we are sailing through smooth seas and sunny days, uttering thankful words and being glad for what life brings us become a joyful celebration.





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*cyberhugs*
I will also have tears of joy when I finally go there to see you, next year, ha,ha,ha!