Foot and Fire

Sowing my love for you (Considerations before planting rice) By Gerlie M. Uy I have a bag of seeds, consider this as a bag of my love for you. Now, shall I sow my seeds of love to you directly or raise them in seedbeds first before proposing them to you? If I have twice more seeds, I shall do it directly, like gambling. But since my seeds are only a bag, I shall raise them first before transplanting them, ensuring your positive reception. But planting these seeds in your heart depends on many conditions other than your positive reception: Are we in the right place? Is this the right soil to grow our love? Will our love thrive in this ecosystem of snails and weeds? Will there be others ready to lend us hands? Finally, I shall deliberate on one more point: When shall I plant my love in you? After the quarter moon or the low tide passed? Again, to ensure your positive reception, I shall wait for the right time and rea

Every artist's explanatory note By Gerlie M. Uy My friends, never think that I am rude, that I prefer a world of my own; it is just that when I am alone Creativity appears before me. Never think that I am lazy, that I rather stare on blank surfaces; it is just that in this moment of want, any emptiness is starting to be filled in. Never think that my muscles are worthless that I rather bring home a landscape, a poem or a thousand folded papers, it is just that each piece offers to erase your day's burnout. Never think otherwise. It is no secret that your work is as great as mine: you bring food to the table and I bring food for the soul. By Gerlie M. Uy Copyright 2015 *Inspired after reading a poem entitled,  "The Apology" by Ralph Waldo Emerson *Photo of Painting and Painting by Szymon Kędzierski of Wroclaw, Poland Copyright reverts to him. Contact him at https://www.facebook.com/Szymon.Kedzierski.Wroclaw

Scaling your kisses By Gerlie M. Uy My Chile, I was all right with almost anything but when I tasted my first kiss of you, you set the record straight: I kept on remembering you afterwards. Every time I tasted any kiss without your heat, I am initially all right, and then remembers that I miss you a lot. I have to have you beside me, with your halved naked body soaked in sweet sour liquid. The intensity of your kisses varies while I can only choose to kiss you back within my lame limits. You come to me usually in shorts and sometimes dressed long, in interesting shades of bright colors and sometimes just plain green, in usual subtle fragrance and sometimes just none. You have lived a thousand lives in the fields of the Aztecs and now in almost all tropical regions, but still, even after one kiss after another quick one from you, as well as many more that followed thereafter, I wonder why I still can

A mother's pride By Gerlie M. Uy I carried you four for a hundred and ten days. when I finally dropped you on earth, I chose a secluded den, a cave it was. The rest of us should not see you; (In the past, your brothers were born in a thicket, or a reed-bed). I will stay with you all for a while, while you are still helpless because you are all born blind and will see only after a week. You are all born tiny at a little more than a kilo, thus, you are almost helpless, especially when you try to crawl on your own. But only less than a moon past, you can walk on your own, albeit slow. Then, I will move you from den to den, lifting you by the nape of your neck in order to escape the predators who can trace you through the build up of your scent. After about two moons, you will all be ready to see the rest of us. You are all my pride; welcome to our pride. By Gerlie M. Uy Copyrigh

I love to write. Writing for the sake of writing became a secondary thing in my life when I became a lawyer. In real life, lawyering -- which involves solving the legal battles of other people which are often laced with emotional pains -- can be seriously stressful. Stress can get to a lawyer, if she does not know how to compartmentalize work and give space for play.  To get away from stress, my first attempt to blog was to document my occasional kitchen adventures as I do not want to blog about serious matters. So born the www.beforesixdiet.blogspot.com in December 2009. It was a playground for me because I cook as I usually do, shoot with my camera or phone camera and eat slowly as I do, then blog. Let's say, it became my online recipe resource. It was titled as such not as a diet fad but because after 5 o'clock office time off, I try to cook. So it became a before six o'clock diet, more of before six o'clock cooking.  However, as in all matters, one cann

My Darling Darjeeling (The harvest of your varieties) By Gerlie M. Uy I was wrong. Accept my apology, my Camellia Senensis, for treating you like you are nothing special. When we were in India, you are Darjeeling, my no ordinary darling. The first time I had you there, it was after the spring rains, and you offered me your gentleness, lightness and mildness. I had that first flush of blush on you in Mid-March. And then you declared that I can have you in April, but I chose to wait until June. My second flush of blush with you in June rewarded me with your amber appearance, full-bodied embrace and muscatel-tasting kisses. Then came the monsoons, the lowest time of your life, but you chose not to deprive me of you. You would pay me back comes autumn, you promised. My autumnal flush of blush for you gifted me with your fuller darker body and delicate touches, all laced with kisses made of less spicy tones. My Camellia Senensi