Foot and Fire

Eat, Pray, Love Elizabeth Gilbert softbound, 334 pages Memoir, Penguin, 2006 It is hard to start reading a book when one has a slight negative prejudice towards it. Before I saw the movie, I already skimmed a few pages of it in a bookstore and I was turned off by the very idea that the author wanted to avoid: Another tale of prozac-filled brain in a cold urban jungle of New York City by a woman who divorced her husband and a society filled with sexual permissiveness but devoid of spiritual warmth. As a starter, I really hated too much anxiety-filled drama so that I did not decide to read this one then. But I came to read it this June and I am glad I was ready for it. It was a delightful read as it tackles a personal spiritual journey (or I must say, journey towards selfhood). I got her now than when I was skimming the book in my 20s. There is a point in our lives when we are faced with a question whether we made a right decision all along or just tagged along the linear dicta...

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...