Stories From My Garden: November 2012

Saturday, November 24, 2012

DS's 18th Piano Recital

Our son just finished participating in his 18th Piano Recital. We are very proud of him, and admire him for being so self-motivated in learning and improving his craft. Here are the details of his recital, and videos of the classical pieces he played...

The 180-Degrees Project: Concert II
"World Cup of Piano Music"
November 24, 2012
Mini Hall, College of Music
University of the Philippines Diliman

1st Piece: (Germany) Intermezzo in B minor Op. 119 No. 1 by Brahms
2nd Piece: (Russia) Etude in C-sharp minor Op. 42 No. 5 by Scriabin

In love's godlike breathing, there's the innermost aspect of the universe. Alexander Scriabin

Friday, November 16, 2012

I Love These Kids

These children are God's wonderful blessings to me...

Grade 6 Daniel

Grade 5 Solomon

Grade 3 Jeremiah

2 Teach is
2 Touch lives
4 Ever
Author Unknown

Friday, November 9, 2012

Milkshake's 3rd Birthday

It's our darling baby girl's 3rd year with us! Oh what a joy she is to the family, especially to our DS and DD. Yes, three years and counting; but this lady still looks like a baby... :)

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. Josh Billings

God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)