Winter and Spring 2025 – 2026

D and I had fun browsing through the Stillwater Antique Mall to look for Christmas lights, ornaments and decorations. Our favorite finds were the singing dolls. For our Christmas tree, we had one fresh tree cut down at the Lockwood Christmas tree farm in town.

We had a typically cold, stormy and snowy New England winter in January, February and March 2026. As befits the external weather and landscape, my emotional life was bleak and tumultuous. D and I had marriage troubles and I worked so hard to try to work out what went wrong and how to save our family from disintegration. It was for me a winter of despair.

Early Spring was still very cold and my life still felt unsettled as I continued to have health and other problems after both D and I had succeeded in saving our marriage. However, some evenings were enlivened by beautiful sunsets and the faithful moon.

After a traumatic and exhausting winter and early spring, I became depressed and severely anxious. As per my tradition every time I felt physically exhausted and emotionally helpless, I turned to God and consecrated religious people for help. I went to Portsmouth Abbey in April for a retreat. There, so as to uplift my heart to God, I joined the monks at Lauds, Mass, Midday Prayers, Vespers and Compline. To sooth the wounds in my spirit, I sat on a rock at Narragansett Bay for one whole morning. I also visited the cemetery to cry and lament at Father Paschal’s tomb. I tried to commune with God and nature anytime I could during my short stay at Portsmouth Abbey.

We came to Portsmouth Abbey for Mass after Spring has reached its peak in floral glory and has imperceptibly begun its descent.

Now Spring is gradually giving way to summer. Here are some images of the early morning sun in late Spring.

A love poem

I wrote this for my husband, David, who has been with me through thick and thin for over 25 years. Our friendship and marriage are the best things that have happened to me in my adult life.

I may not know what love is
A philosopher calls it "friendship set to music"
A writer calls it "a winged bird" that soars
I am contemplating my own definition of this eternally elusive but also the most beautiful thing.
I know that my admiration for you is boundless,
that my respect for you profound.
I have had the front-row seat to witnessing how much you have cared, worked and sacrificed for me, us and humanity.
Oh, how I wish for only good things for us!
I wish that we would always walk together through pleasant meadows filled with pretty wildflowers.
I wish that we would always sail together on calm sea with favorable wind.
I wish that we would always exist in the light.
Alas, it is not so, my love!
At times, our love is like a delicate flower trying to survive in a rocky terrain in hellish weather that bends to destroy every living thing,
or like a fragile small bird struggling to find food in the dead of winter,
or like a stumbling creature in such despairing darkness that he sees naught and has naught to hold on to.
Sorry that I have focused too much on the darkness,
that I have dwelled too long in my own pains
To show you how deeply I care about you and all your struggles, about us, our home and our family.
To show you that I am still your girl
I'm still that girl that danced with you on that small piece of newspaper in Chukamol,
who chooses to stay every single time she feels like running away.
I know, by nature, I'm not patient,
but I cannot help how I am made.
I am still that girl who walked with you by the sea on our first date.
I have always cared about you and all your struggles
And I will keep caring,
For I am still your girl
who wants to follow you around everywhere.