Beautiful ducks

Hundreds of ducks are released on the rice paddy adjacent my house. The ducks are scouring for food while making strange noises. They are obviously relishing the abundant supply of food in the newly-plowed, water-filled ride paddy. Lovely. A lovely sight on a restful Sunday.

My daughter Shiloh Ruthie and I watched the ducks. They are very graceful creatures on the water. Their life is so much simpler. No stress. No cares. No trouble. Yet when life is so much simpler, life could become boring too. I am not talking about the ducks anymore.

Like many people, a comfort zone is a sense of security. Yet a comfort zone when enjoyed for a long time can make us lose our steam in life. One has to go out of the comfort zone from time to time to see how the world is moving. How other people are facing difficulties and challenges. How one can help.

The ducks are only allowed near the house after harvest time when food is aplenty. They are also freed to scour for food when the paddy is filled with water after farmers have done plowing just like today. Not much challenge there, is it? They follow their leader. Somebody has to bring the flock where food is found. They enjoy the place for a time before they are herded back to their habitat. Not much thinking, too. Everything is thought of for them. It’s not a free life.

Our lives are so much better. We have a choice over things, over circumstances. Yet, we admire the ducks. Their beauty and simplicity is naturally awesome. Admirable creatures. I wonder what the ducks have to say to us – human beings. Would they have admired us for our intellect? Would they have appreciated our free spirits? Our choices? Oh well, it takes a duck to tell us.

        

But one thing profound about the ducks I saw today and that brings me inspiration, life could be lived simply. No unnecessary stress and trouble. It’s a new attitude. At times, we falter – it’s not easy after all. But we should decide to take on the challenge - the challenge to simplify our lives.

Note: This article was published as a column in 2007.

Duck rules

If the cutters are the little lords of the harvest, the lovely duck is the queen after the harvest.

 They always come during post-harvest when food is in great abundance.

The beauty of living adjacent to a rice field is that you are a daily witness of the seasons of life. The real life actually happens right before your very eyes.

In a few days, plowing will begin for the next round of planting season. 

Life indeed is made up of seasons. 

Food for thought:

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time. - Abraham Lincoln

So during those first moments of the day, which are yours and yours alone, you can circumvent these boundaries and concentrate fully on spiritual matters. And this gives you the opportunity to plan the time management of the entire day. - Menachem Mendel Schneerson

Wonderful lazy afternoon while convalescing

I have been sick since Sunday after a week-long trip. Terrible. Hmmm. Body breakdown. Too much wear and tear.

I’m relaxing today while recuperating by listening to gospel songs and visiting my Facebook site from time to time.

As I was looking out the rice field, I noticed that the weeds have outgrown the rice stalks. Tsk, tsk I was wondering if Manong (I never got his name) will start clearing the weeds. Where is he?

Aha I was so right! The weeds didn’t escape Manong’s hawk eyes. As the afternoon sun sets and the wind starts blowing – yes it’s a windy afternoon here, I saw him clearing the weeds using a sharp sickle. I have seen Manong for over ten years now tending to the rice field adjacent my house. He is the faithful katiwala of the landed owner.

He is wearing a brown cap to protect his head or face (?) from the heat. Or maybe I’m wrong. It could be a fashion statement for all we know. Aha! He is wearing a white T-shirt with a printed face. I’m trying to discern if it’s the face of Manny Pacquiao but his back is towards me. Hmmm. Mystery T-shirt.

Maybe I should go out the door and beckon him so I can see the printed face up close but that would probably make him wonder. He would probably say, silly girl.

He is now amidst the wind-blown weeds and rice stalks. What a picture.

If only he knows I’m writing about him right now, he will probably have the biggest chuckle of his life.

Wonderful lazy afternoon while convalescing. (“,)

The best of both worlds

Back to my early morning routine starting today, November 3. It feels good to wake up early. I can now return to my regular sleep pattern. Nice.
The reason: school break is over; regular school days are back.
I can enjoy the cool early morning breeze; admire Mt. Matutum’s splendor; listen to Christmas music on CD and write. Ah write, write. Like I told my friends, I will write until I turn old and gray.
The cool breeze is softly blowing. It makes me shiver. Hmmm it’s really Christmas very soon. It’s the chilly air that gives it away.

The rice field is green. Green is really delightful. I wonder why God chose green for most plants. There must be a reason. Aesthetic? Therapeutic? Scientific? Hmmm. All of the above?
Well, the sky is mostly blue, land is mostly brown; it must be to contrast the beauty and significance of all His creation.
Whatever the motivation, I’m benefited. I see the green rice field every single day (minus the days and months I’m not home naturally) of my life for the past fifteen years.

Well, this beautiful scenery is perfect setting for a writer. Every day, you look at the wide expanse and appreciate what you have for a milieu. You have the best of both worlds. You live in the city but in a rustic setting. What more could you ask for?