On writing...

We don't need to have a degree in writing to write,
Just a little whisk of inspiration, a cup of imagination, a spoonful of glee and a drop of tears.
Really, anyone can write just as anyone can cook. But not anyone could write a really good book.
For most they are there to enjoy and read,the words the writer spreads.
But nonetheless write, a note of love or poem of goodbyes.
Whatever the method you use, no matter what style you choose.
Begin a story and tell a tale, or simply doodle your mind away. Pen every word you want to say.

Write, write, write!


♥xo♥
jacelyn darelam

12 July 2011

Serendipity {in haiku}

Standing in a crowd,
Finding forever in you.
Fate lead me to you,
We weave, we breathe and sow seeds;
Love & Happiness.
We will never be the same...
Serendipity.



♥xo♥
Darelam

{Weekly Assignment} A Life Story Collage

Hello my sweet friends! ♥♥♥

Here is a piece of my life in a simple collage for the Raining Umbrellas e-class' weekly assignment.

Here I am and I bare my self, my life to you... these are some of things I enjoy doing and people that are very, very, very dear to me. They are my life line, my pulse.



I find joy and beauty in them and out of the many things and people that come and go, I wish you would find inspiration and joy too as you turn each page of this blog.

And thanks for your warm greetings!

♥xo♥
Jacelyn Darelam

Florencia

For the best cook in the family, she is now waltzing on the clouds with her beloved and singing songs only angels could hear...



We listened to "kundiman" on the lazy afternoons...
We sewn love by our hands and pour out our emotions in the broth,
Her hand was hard as iron but her heart was ever so soft for her apos

Thank you Florencia, my Nanay.

Jacelyn

Easter Flower

Easter flower for you... happy Easter!
May you always find peace and joy in everything that you hold and cherish ♥xo♥

Beauty in the Ordinary

Just at dawn I saw you sitting silently with your companions.
While the leaves dry out towards noon...
I walk slowly past you and watched you glow.



All day you pray without ceasing, until finally came a new beginning.
Such a small wonder spread its beauty under the piercing sun,
Then came a soft drizzle to cool your cheeks as you lay on the ground.



I am forever left with awe and wonder, thinking that maybe magical creatures live among your flowers.
As the wind blew across the meadows, you sat still under the sleepy old tree with your companions...
My eyes may forget you today, but my heart will always hold the sweet memory of your glow.




jacelyndarelam

a sweet reminder: images are nice to look at, please reach out if you'd like to do more than that ♥xo♥