Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Endless Possibilities

It started with the question over dinner with my kids: “Where shall we go for the Holy Week?”

Options were brought up, scrutinized and dropped… visit to China town (been there), Intramuros (done that), tour the lake towns of Laguna (traffic), Tagaytay and Baguio (NO! that’s where everyone goes)

Then I mentioned my grandma’s farmhouse in Leyte and my two kids sat up with interest. It’s been 5 years since their last visit and it was only right to renew ties with the relatives plus there was the chance to make a short visit to Samar. A quick check with the airfare prices proved that travel to Leyte via Tacloban was do-able and best of all affordable.

In the week that preceded our travel, I had bought a Leyte-Samar map and arranged for a van rental.



My daughter came up with our Samar itinerary and my son promised not to do any dangerous stuff that young men like to do on vacation—like swim, run or walk too far out into the unknown.

In the three and a half days together, I have discovered that:
• The San Juanico bridge can give the San Francisco Bridge stiff competition in awesomeness.



• There is so much beauty in our country. Samar may be labeled the poorest of the provinces but nature has endowed it with beautiful beaches and green landscape. Tourism possibilities seem endless.



• Europe has some of the most beautiful churches but are often times empty and sad. In contrast, Basey in Samar has a very old and dilapidated church whose bell tower is overrun with ferns and pews eaten away by termites.



But the fresh flowers



and the chorus of voices enacting the way of the cross attest that the faith is very much alive in this poor part of the country.



• There are so many delicacies made special in Leyte. Here are just a few:

 Batingkol- made from grated gabi and wrapped in banana leaves-- similar in taste as the binagol but less sweet.

 Binagol- made from grated gabi (talyan), eggs, sugar, peanuts and condensed milk and packed in a coconut shell



 Moron- made from glutinous rice, condensed milk, suar, margarin, cocoa powder, grated coconut and peanuts. This is wrapped in banana leaves and steamed.



 Salvaro- a sweet kind of bread with bits of grated coconut



 Suman Tinipa- two types of glutinous rice is used and entwined in banana leaves.

• My kids are truly grown up by the way they shook the hands of relatives. I proudly listen to my son and daughter as they share their opinion on what’s happening in the world with uncles and aunts.

• My kids are still kids by the way they still enjoy being spoiled by their mother. “Can I have some ice cream mommy?”

• My mother and her siblings may have discovered the secret to eternal youth. Simple living and limit beer intake to 3 bottles--- after 3 bottles, no more limit (thanks Tita C for that advise)

• I never tire of the stories told and retold on my grandma’s porch.



The shared experience of growing up together in the most pitiful conditions made for a strong family unit. This has been tested time and again in sickness, in financial strains, and in the simplest need for an understanding presence.

• In order for the family ties to stay strong, there is a conscious need for children to know their roots.



• Age is just a number. It’s hard to believe that my mother and her siblings are in their 70s and 80s. Their laughter rings with youthful vigor.



• The cycle of life continues. My cousins are slowly taking on from their parents the responsibilities of running their family’s farm.



• Having and using a chamber pot (arinola) in the room needs getting used to. But it beats going to the toilet so many steps away in the dark with a “tuko” hovering over the door.



• Fear can hold you back from a beautiful experience. Am glad I gave in to my kids and went with them on a two hour trip around the most fascinating rock and islet formations along the shores of Marabut, Samar.



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Sometime ago, I took the challenge of preparing the tedious but delicious Suman Tinipa. If you have time on your hands and have eager assistants, do give in to this challenge. Don’t let the fear of the unknown stop you.

Suman Tinipa (recipe taken from "Saru-saro Kita! 100 nga mga Kaluto ha Leyte" )

1 1/4 kilos white glutinous rice (busag nga pilit)
1 1/4 kilos violet glutinous rice (tapul nga pilit)
3 cups thin coconut milk (lapsaw nga hatok)
3 cups thick coconut milk (tuno)
1 kilo brown sugar ( pula nga asukar)
2 T salt (asin)

For wrapping:
banana leaves (wilted to be more piable) (dahon han saging)
string (higot)

Procedure:
Soak the white and the violet rice separately for 30 minutes.

Cook the white rice with the thick coconut milk. When almost done, add salt.Remove from the stove when cooked. (You may use rice cooker)

Cook the violet rice with thin coconut milk. When almost done, add the sugar. (Add sugar only when the tice is almost done otherwise it will not get cooked)

Entwine the violet and white rice in the banana leaf. Roll.



Roll up the banana leaves and tie by twos.

Place in a pot and add 3 cups of water. Bring to a boil and steam until done-- about 40 minutes.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Fear Factor

5:15AM. I wake up to throbbing pain on my lower back. I get up gingerly to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. Slowly I make my way back to the son’s room—long vacant since he moved out two years ago. It is a room where I sleep at night to escape the deafening snores of my hubby. As I try to go back to sleep, the pain on my back continued to bother me to the point that it’s excruciating to turn over. Fearing that it would get worse, I decided to go to my hubby. But it had become too painful to get out of bed. I managed to get on the floor and wiggled like a worm to the door. With great effort, I turned the door’s knob and opened the door. With so much energy used up from the exertion, I just laid on my back and let the cool morning air fan over my drenched body.

I had now reached the Panic point with all sorts of frightening thoughts going through my head. I remembered the morning I found my son on the same floor more than 10 years ago. He had suffered a slipped disc. I remembered all the information on slipped disc that I had read up at that time. Would I need surgery, would I be incapacitated the rest of my life, would I ever….

I could hear my hubby snoring thunderously away in our room.

“J, J”, I called out to my daughter in the next room. “Help me.”

“What’s wrong?”, were her first words as she hurriedly opened her bedroom door. She immediately went to me and holding my hand, asked, “What’s wrong mommy?”

“I can’t get up,” I smiled weakly, trying to disguise my fear.

By then there was some stirring in the kitchen below and I knew that the helpers were up.

“Please call H & M to help me get up”, I instructed sensing that she was not strong enough to lift me.

She leaves me and calls out to them, “H, M. Come up and help mommy.” And in a blink of an eye, her legs buckle in front of her and she falls slowly to the floor. J had just fainted and I could not do anything but call out to her.

“J, J! Are you okay?”, was my terrified call to her.

By then the helpers were up and I could imagine the thoughts that were going on in their bewildered minds as they saw my daughter and I sprawled on the floor.



But just as quickly as J had fainted, she regained consciousness and slowly got up. It turned out that the sudden rush to get up made her light-headed. Getting a hold of her senses, she immediately called out instructions to the help on how to lift me off the floor and deposit me back into bed.



My daughter then gently eased my fears away and though the pain did not go away, I was no longer as frightened and had a better disposition . Fear turned out to be the worse enemy. For the rest of the morning, she ministered to my needs: hot water bag for my back, preparing my oatmeal and making me comfortable for the long rest up ahead. When it became evident that I would be alright, we started to laugh about the whole experience—specially her fainting spell. It was good to laugh again—even if it hurt like murder.

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Suffering from lower back pain is inherent in my family. Uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers and even my son could not escape from it. I have had several bouts of lower back pains since I was a teenager. Some mild enough to ignore and some needing doctor’s attention and long spells of bed rest. I know the general drill: heat to be applied to affected area; lots of rest on a firm mattress; no strenuous activities and some pain killers.

This latest experience thought me once again how precious health is and how fortunate that I have people around me that care.

I don’t know how long my recuperation will be this time but I resolve to give thanks for each day I wake up to feel the pain dissipate. I also pray that should it occur again, I will have more sense not to panic and be less dramatic.