Wings Of A Nightingale

Detoured By Love

” Oh, ohhh! I think we missed our turn, Ryder. I’m pretty sure I followed the navigation’s direction but this road seems not what we should have taken. (Sighing) And now, I don’t have a cell signal. Ok, let’s just continue and follow the road to the next town, shall we?”

Getting lost on the road while driving long distances has been Joy’s predicament. She has difficulty following directions even with a navigation system. Ryder, her ever faithful Border Collie and driving companion, can sense annoyance and irritation in her voice, although how much she’s trying to calm her nerves.

Joy prefers to fly as opposed to driving, but during this peak season on Thanksgiving holiday, all airline flights are fully booked. To attend her co-worker’s wedding in Lake Tahoe was a last-minute decision, so driving was her best option; after all it would only take about 12.5 hours drive from Seattle, and she can take an overnight rest halfway, in Oregon. She decided to leave work a week early and continue her most-needed vacation for another week after the holiday.

When she got a 2 bar signal on her cell phone, she parked her car on the side of the road to check her location; she is about 10 miles away to the next town. She kept on driving, until she reached a fork in the road. Instinctively, she took the right turn, and continued on, when suddenly, she heard a funny sound from her car engine, vibrated, and then died down.

“Great! just great! Ryder, what have I done to deserve this? It seems that all the planets have aligned to conspire against me. Sorry, buddy. We’ll go through with this together.” 

The dog eased to get closer to her, as if telling that everything will be alright.

A tow truck finally came before sunset.

“Evenin’ Miss. I gathered your car engine died down on you? Don’t worry. We’ll get you up and running soon. By the way, I’m Nico…Nicholas.”

He smiled. Joy caught a glance of his glittering blue eyes, dimples distinctly sat deep on both cheeks, and his soothing tone of voice made her relax a bit. They drove the rest of the way  until they reached the service garage, owned by Nicholas. His assistant checked and found out that the alternator needs to be replaced. Being an older model of Chevy Blazer, they don’t have the parts available and it will take 2-4 days to get the order delivered.

With no other choice but accept this unfortunate circumstance, Joy agreed to stay at Hanna’s Country Inn owned and managed by Nico’s mother. Then place was cozy, homey, and quiet, as the other guests checked out earlier. She shared an intimate dinner with Nico and his mother, and right away, felt comfortable; but soon, she felt tired and sleepy, that she excused herself. With Ryder following her lead to her bedroom upstairs, she readily fell asleep, only to wake up before sunrise with a splitting headache, body aches, and fever. As a nurse, she knew that she was coming down with flu, and needed to take medicine and be on bed rest until the symptoms subside.

Joy stayed in bed for the rest of the day and the days after. Nico was always there to take care of her needs, and made sure that she continued to recuperate. She was not prepared to get this unexpected pampering and fondness from him. After being married for only 6 months, her husband died in Afghanistan 4 years ago. Joy poured all her time and effort in her career as a nurse, avoiding emotional involvement with a man again. But being near Nico feeling his show of affection, she was beginning to accept that her wounded and grieving heart may have healed.

The alternator of Joy’s car arrived and has been installed. Nico kept pacing inside his service garage. He could not understand his feelings. He was scared that once again, and could not go through the same heartache 4 years ago, when his wife died of childbirth, and their baby could not be saved either. He knew that Joy’s stay was just temporary, but why is it that he doesn’t want her to leave? It’s only been 6 days since Joy showed up in his home and his life, but he felt like he knew her for a long time. He was falling in love with her.

Joy left for Lake Tahoe the day before the wedding. She wished she didn’t have to go. The hugged…that kind of embrace that evoked vulnerability yet unafraid to let each other in. He stood at the curb watching Joy’s car disappear from view.

“Evenin’ Miss. I gathered you have a car trouble.”

Nico jumped out of his tow truck, and walked towards Joy, whose car was parked right at the fork in the road.

“Thank you for coming to rescue me. Well, it’s not really a car trouble…it’s more of a…heart trouble.”

Joy flashed her most beautiful and adorable smile that made his heart missed a beat.

“Well, I can run a test, and see if it’s an easy fix. I have the right tool for that.”

He slowly, yet deliberately walked towards her to close the gap between them, gathered her in his arms, and gave her a tender, lingering kiss.

“There…all fixed. That would last for a lifetime.”

As she succumbed to that sweet and endearing kiss, she knew, this is where she belongs. This is where she wants her life to be. As they drove away from the fork in the road, Nico and Joy clearly envisioned where their life together will be.

-Lark-

9.7.2018

Love On 38th Floor

A meeting with the President/CEO of H & H Corporation, a company that owns and operates a chain of hotels and resorts in the US is what Craig is looking forward to. If negotiations would play to his advantage, this could be the biggest job contract for his architectural firm. Designing hotels, private villas, and landscaping is his company’s primary venture. Craig waits nervously and apprehensively for feedback, as Mr. Harris studied the spreadsheets and blueprint of his latest building design. After thoroughly examining the blueprint, he nods his head, and said: “I have to present and discuss this with Sam, my associate. We’ll get back to you in two days.”

The door of the conference room opened and a woman in a dark suit and skirt just above her knees, a perfectly fit beige stiletto pumps, and hair styled in updo, came in.         “Craig Benson, meet my associate, Samantha Holden, the VP and Chief of Operations. Sam Holden, this is Architect Craig Benson, the proprietor of CB & Associates.”                    Craig’s facial expression turned from excitement to shock and disbelief. He was floored. He could not believe that this is the same beautiful Samantha Foster who was the popular girl in high school, the girl who was his prom date, the girl who captured his young heart, the only woman who occupied his thoughts even after 18 years had passed. Samantha on the other hand was not surprised to see Craig. Prior to this meeting, she already checked his identity after Robert informed her about the new architectural firm bidding for their contract. She was prepared that she would be meeting in person the older version of Craig Benson who was her high school study buddy, her confidant, the person who understood and stood by her side through good times and bad, and made her feel loved. Meeting Craig again after 18 years ushered mixed emotions. It took her a lot of self-control and focus to maintain professional decorum throughout the meeting. She was totally a different person; reserved, guarded, and her facial expression and body language will take a psychologist to analyze. But most of all she sure knows how to run this company like the back of her hands. At the end of the meeting, Craig was given the good news that he landed the contract to design and build the company’s new state of the art chalet in Aspen, Colorado.

Craig is excited. This means that he will be spending more time working with Samantha for the duration of the project. He is determined to reconnect with her, know everything about her since they parted ways after graduation. One thing for sure though, she is married to a Holden, and wondering how her family life is. Suddenly, he felt a pang of pain in his heart; beset with regret that he did not have the courage to express his feelings towards her, before. He has had relationships in the past; even almost got married to his last girlfriend. But all failed relationships, made him to just pour all his time and effort to his business. Until a week ago, when he had a face to face encountered with Samantha Holden…

Since the construction started, Craig meets with Samantha every Saturday, to discuss and give updates of the progress. At first, the meetings were solely on a professional and business level. However, he aims to cross that dividing line and have a more personal level of communication. He now knows that Samantha’s husband of 5 years died 4 years ago in a car crash, and with him was a beautiful woman who also suffered the same fate. This could be the reason why Samantha is distant when personal emotion is concerned, felt betrayed, and afraid to trust her emotions especially opening her vulnerable heart to love again.

As the meetings continued, topics of their conversation became more personal, even reminiscing their high school years. Samantha’s spacious 38th floor office with a breathtaking 180 degrees view of San Francisco Bay became their weekend getaway. She started to open up, so as Craig. The what if’s and what should have’s became part of their intimate conversations. Needless to say, the wall that she subconsciously built around her  is slowly toppling down. There is no mistaking. The feelings she had for Craig when they were in high school has always been there, and this makes her scared. Although it was obvious that Craig cared for her a lot, he did not say anything, but his actions definitely spoke louder. There was no doubt, the feeling was mutual but neither of them had the courage to let it be known. But this time, Craig has a plan…

In 3 days, they will fly together to Aspen for the formal turn over and opening of the chalet. But tonight, Craig arranged for an intimate dinner in Samantha’s 38th floor office. She was still working when he arrived, but a dinner table for two was already set. When Samantha answered his knock, he came in holding with both hands, a miniature tabletop model of a modern two-story house, with a gorgeous garden. He carefully set it on Samantha’s office table.

“Wow! This is beautiful, Craig! I love it. Is this your new project?”                             Samantha exclaimed in awe when she saw the beautiful model. Craig smiled, knowing that she loved it.                                                                                                                               “It’s for you. Open the door.”                                                                                              Samantha opened the door, and a ring with a diamond solitaire tied with a gold string dropped. She took the ring and turned around to face him, heart beating loud and fast, surprise written all over her face. This time, Craig was already kneeling in one knee.       “I loved you then, and I have not stopped loving you. Marry me, Samantha Foster. And I promise to spend the rest of my life showing and letting you feel my love.”                          She loves this man so much, and she’s ready to take the leap. With a love-filled heart, she smiled and without saying a word, she handed the ring back to him, as she offered her left hand. He slipped the ring on her left finger and kissed it. Samantha let herself cocooned in his waiting arms, as they shared a lingering, passionate kiss. Looking out of the wide bay window on the 38th floor, Craig and Samantha look forward to a blissful future that they will spend together.

-Lark-

9.1.2018

The Promise Ring

“Don’t push your luck, Romeo. Stop playing the role of a debonair when we are in a hurry to catch our flight. And erase that smirk from your face.”  Flashing her most adorable a la Mona Lisa smile, Claire picked up her hand carried luggage and eased her way towards the New Era Airlines check in counter.

“Hey, wait up, Juliet! I’ll be right behind you. I just want to show off my charm to the woman who is the mother of my son. And for the record, that was not a smirk.” Andrew grinned from ear to ear, slung his backpack and pushed the stroller of their three year old son Zachary.

*****

Andrew Taylor, a Lieutenant in the US Army was stationed in Manila, Philippines when he met the charming and brilliant Claire Delgado. She was with a group of educators from the United States for an outreach program “Operation Literacy”. Andrew’s team served as their guide and bodyguard when traveling to far-flung areas.

They readily developed a special bond and found comfort in each other’s company. On their free time, they enjoyed exploring the beautiful tourist spots of the country. They even planned to revisit the picturesque white sand beach, clear deep blue water, and breathtaking sunset of Boracay Island. They were there when Andrew gave Claire a promise ring.

When Andrew’s rotation in the Philippines ended, he went back to the US and fulfilled another assignment overseas. After the completion of their outreach program, Claire went back home and taught kindergarten in a suburban town in Texas. They continued to keep in touch though sporadically due to strict military protocols.

A year after, they decided and arranged to get married. At the start of spring when lush green leaves and colorful flowers started to bloom, Andrew and Claire exchanged their wedding vows in a beautiful garden setting with friends and family in attendance.

Seven years flew by. They made their home in a small community in El Paso, Texas. While waiting for Andrew’s return from active duty, Claire made herself busy juggling between family life, a mother, and a teacher. Not a single day that she hasn’t thought of her husband, prayed for his protection and safety. Andrew, now a Lieutenant General continued to carry out overseas assignment. Prior to retirement, he was stationed permanently at the US Army base in Fort Bliss, Texas. When he retired, his time was spent with Claire and their three year old son.

They went back for a long-awaited vacation in the serene, breathtakingly beautiful Boracay Island. The morning sun crept over the horizon spreading orange glitter on the rippling water. Patches of white clouds drifting by under the cerulean sky. Claire took a leisure walk along the shore feeling the gentle touch of the breeze caressing her face.

She smiled, her heart overflowing with love when she saw a gorgeous man and a handsome, spunky three year old boy coming her way. Andrew…her Romeo, her knight in shining armor, her husband, the father of her son.

When the two love of her life reached her, Andrew let go of little Zachary, who raised his arms for Claire to carry him. She scooped the toddler, hugged and showered him with kisses. Andrew gently pulled both of them in the circle of his arms. “Happy Anniversary, sweetheart! As my promise stands when I gave you that ring seven years ago, I will never get tired of letting you feel my love, more today and the days to come.”

Claire lovingly looked at the promise ring that Andrew slipped on her finger during their first visit to the island. Together with her wedding ring, it never left her finger all these years.

Andrew, Claire and little Zachary will continue to create memories to be added in the storybook of life. As they held hands, the three of them strolled along the scenic shore leaving three sets of footprints in the powdery white sand of Boracay

-©Lark-

(2018)2024

Sonata Of Love

“Jonathan, you do realize that all eyes are on us, right? This makes me uncomfortable, and I hope I will not step on your toes.” Melody whispered as they danced in a room full of family and acquaintances in Natalie’s wedding. Jonathan flashed his bi-dimpled smile and spoke in his melodic voice. “Relax. They are not looking at us. They are looking at me, envious, as I got so lucky to dance with a gorgeous woman. So, let’s give them what their curiosity’s worth, shall we?” He gently eased her closer and swayed to the rhythm of Matt Monro’s ballad.

*****

Jonathan Lombardi was a successful and famous concert pianist. Melody Johnson was a nurse and the Executive Director of a plush Senior Living Facility, where Jonathan and Natalie’s mother resides.

When his mother became seriously ill, Jonathan cancelled his upcoming tour overseas to be at her bedside. He regularly conferred with Melody for updates. She made sure that their conversation was primarily within the scope of his mother’s condition.

Over the years, Melody had amassed professional decorum when dealing with her employees, residents and their family, and medical professionals. But for some reason, she was drawn by Jonathan’s charming personality oozing with elegance, confidence, and sensibility, posing a threat on the way she carried herself personally and professionally.

“This couldn’t be happening.” She mused. Having been through a relationship that caused emotional turmoil, she vowed to preclude involvement with men. Jonathan Lombardi will be another colossal heartbreak looming in her horizon. Because of his international fame and stature, he had a lifestyle opposite hers. And then, there was the beautiful Ludmilla, a famous mezzo-soprano who had been rumored as his significant other.

The sooner she distanced herself, the easier for her to protect her vulnerable heart. Every time Jonathan showed up in her office, she made up excuses in a subtle way; that she was either busy attending to the operations of the facility, or had scheduled meetings. Jonathan felt that she was deliberately distancing herself, but could not think of the reason why.

He missed her, and wanted to spend more time with her before leaving for another concert tour. He planned to open up his feelings; that what he felt for her was more than friendship…he was falling in love.

A couple of days before his trip to Europe, Jonathan waited for Melody to leave work. He would no longer accept her excuses. He was determined to win her heart.

They dined at a cozy waterfront fine-dining restaurant with a peaceful and intimate ambiance. They had a heart to heart talk. Melody was somewhat convinced that Jonathan’s intention was sincere. Much as she kept her emotions at bay, she was falling in love with him as well. Both avowed to face the challenges of a long distance relationship, holding on to fate’s favorable intervention.

Towards the end of his two month tour, Jonathan kept on hinting that he was ready to finally settle down. But, was she? Although she was sure of her love to the man she entrusted her heart again, she was still beset with uncertainty, anxious of what will their future hold.

One Monday morning when she arrived at the office, her assistant pointed a glossy envelope on top of her table. It was an invitation to Natalie’s wedding. Jonathan will be back home by then. She missed him so much.

So there she was at the party among the two hundred or so guests. She looked stunningly beautiful in her off-the-shoulder royal blue gown that flawlessly follow the contour of her slim body. Her caramel brown hair was styled in updo accentuated with a rhinestone barrette. Jonathan could not take his eyes off her. He moved towards her and in a split second they were standing close to each other. Her heart skipped a beat. He was dashingly handsome and dapper in tuxedo that perfectly sculpted his athletic frame.

Timely, Matt Monro’s ballad filled the room. He smiled, then slowly took her in the circle of his arms. For the first time in a long time, Melody was certain that she was ready to take a leap of fate.

When the song “You’re Closer To Me” ended, Jonathan ushered her towards a private corner of the balcony. He held her close, cupped her face and tenderly looked at her. Passion and love mirrored in his eyes. “I have been searching my entire life for someone like you. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not gonna let you go. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Melody Johnson.”

They exchanged vows in a garden by the lake with lush greenery and vibrant colored flowers. As they shared their most endearing kiss as husband and wife, Jonathan and his music filled Melody’s heart that echoed in her soul.

-©Lark-

(2018)2024

Return To Rose Point

As Autumn Rose sat on a wrought iron chair at Rose Point Botanical Garden, she remembered what Bernard once said: “Love changes people; even those who do not believe in destiny.” How will fate intervene after she made the most difficult decision of her life?

*****

Autumn Rose became the site Administrator of Rose Point Botanical Garden after she graduated from California School of Biology and Botany. Bernard Marchand was an exchange student from France pursuing a degree in Marketing at San Francisco State University.

One afternoon in spring, Bernard passed by the Botanical Garden before going home. As he was leisurely walking along the pathway admiring the enchanting colors and sweet scent of the flowers around him, he accidentally tripped on a bag of potting soil. A beautiful woman kneeling on the ground holding a garden trowel was caught by surprise when he landed next to her. “Oh my God! Are you hurt?” She asked anxiously. “Just my ego, I guess.” He answered, an impish smile inching his face.

Bernard became a constant visitor in the garden. Autumn Rose was eagerly expecting his visits. As they spent more time together, intimacy developed and soon fell in love.

The wrought iron chair where they frequently sat was a witness to numerous happy and sad memories. It was where their first kiss happened; where she cried on Bernard’s shoulder when the hybrid rose that she propagated did not thrive; where she said “Yes” when Bernard proposed and asked her to spend their future together.

The future…when and where will it be? They knew that time will come when Bernard will go home to manage their family owned vineyard and winery. Will Autumn Rose go with him, or stay? Both avoided to seriously think about it, promised to cross that bridge when the time comes.

Bernard was summoned to go back home. Their finance and marketing manager resigned. He was to take over the management of the business. Delaying his trip could cause disruption of the operations and the company will suffer financial setback. He could not let that happen.

Bernard travelled back to France. For the first few months, they exchanged communication regularly, but later on dwindled until it totally stopped. Autumn Rose could no longer remember when was the last time she heard from him. Her calls were neither answered nor returned.

She was desperate, torn between hope and letting go. Although it will break her heart, she made a difficult decision…to send Bernard a break up letter. It was better to end the relationship so she can move on.

Spring was in the air. As always, Autumn Rose sought solace in this beautiful garden, her haven of peace and quiet. She could smell the scent of each flower in bloom even with the gentle blowing of the breeze. Sitting alone on her favorite wrought iron chair, she retrieved the letter from her purse. For the last time, she wanted to read it again before mailing. Halfway through, she took a deep cleansing breath. A familiar floral scent reached her nose. She turned around to check where was it coming from.

Autumn Rose could not believe her eyes, thought she was dreaming. But it was real. Standing close was Bernard, his endearing smile made her heart leapt with joy. Her Bernard was back! He sat beside her, then hugged and kissed her. As he handed her a bouquet of long stemmed red roses, a ring dropped on her lap. Surprised, she picked it up, stared at the beautiful diamond solitaire. Tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. No words uttered. Bernard took the ring and slipped it on her finger. With love mirrored in his eyes, he said: “No sides and no end. As my love for you, an everlasting one.” Autumn cupped his face, and kissed him tenderly. Everything around them became bright and colorful…just like heaven on earth.

-©Lark-

(2018)2024

Summer’s Romance Novel

A single word was all she needed to jumpstart her creative imagination. But nothing came… She had been staring at the blank screen of her laptop for the longest time she can remember.

*****

Five years ago, Summer left Carmel, California for New York to pursue her dream as a romance novelist. Her first written novel “Whisper Of The Waves” published by Skylark Publishing Company gained commercial success. Two other best sellers followed.

Her next book was due in a couple of months. But somehow, her creative juices stopped to flow. Her agent may be right. A change of scenery and ambiance was what she needed. A familiar place that she deliberately avoided to revisit could be the key to unlock an inspiration.

Summer decided to leave New York and headed back home to Carmel.

Sitting in her writing nook overlooking the vast ocean, she watched in awe the rhythmic rising and falling of the waves as they danced their way ashore. She felt the urge to wet her feet and bury her toes in the sand. Closing her laptop, she hastily treaded the wooden steps down towards the beach. As the gentle touch of the breeze caressed her face, vivid memory flashed back.

When and how Antoni De Marco fit into her life? Both of them grew up in Carmel. They were inseparable, happy, and in love. She graduated with a degree in English Literature, he became a Physical Therapist.

An opportunity of a lifetime came when her first novel was accepted for publication thus, she had to leave home. Toni supported her aspiration to chase her dream and succeed, though he wanted her to stay. He was willing to put their plans for the future on hold.

While she was in New York, Toni accepted a job as a Physical Therapist in a hospital in the Middle East. Long distance relationship did not play well in their favor. Their personal and professional priorities changed with the passing of time. Five years went by…

Summer was craving for her favorite crabmeat sandwich and clam chowder so she drove along the picturesque coastal highway to Nick’s seafood Bistro.

“Hello, Summer. I heard you’re back.” The greeting came from a person she very well knew and longed to see again. Toni! He was at the corner table where they used to sit. It seemed that this meeting was destined to happen.

He walked towards her. His tall, lithe, muscular physique, bi-dimpled smile, and deep blue eyes still possessed the power to make her heart shift into overdrive. She needed to calm down her nerves. This would be the opportune moment to clear and settle whatever misunderstanding and misgivings between them. To meet and talk to him was one of the main reasons why she returned to Carmel.

When they stood close to each other, Toni caught her hands with a firm yet gentle grip. Without saying a word, he ushered her back to where he was sitting. As soon as they were settled, Summer summoned up her train of thought to air out her feelings.

“Toni, I’m glad that we had this chance to talk. But before you say anything, please hear me out… You supported me when I followed my dream, and understood the pressures I went through on the process. I accept that I was partly to blame why our communication started to dwindle and finally stopped. But please believe me that it was never my intention to hurt you nor took your feelings for granted. Honestly, the reason why I kept my silence was…I could not trust myself on what to do or say. I was afraid of rejection. I sincerely apologize for the consequences of my shortcomings. If you can find it in your heart to still consider me even as a friend, I would be grateful.”

All the bottled emotion suddenly kept flowing. She could no longer control her tears. Toni just looked at her, his own emotion building up, constricting his chest. He truly love her despite everything they’d been through.

“Please don’t look at me like that. Say something!” Summer begged.

Toni slowly pulled her close, looked tenderly and lovingly into her eyes, and said: “Woman, seriously? A romance novelist was running out of words that’s why she kept silent and stayed out of touch?” He smiled and eased her closer. His kiss was full of love and passion.

“Oh, Summer. I missed you so much. I loved you then, I love you now and for the rest of my life. Now that you’re back in my arms again, there is no way I will ever let you go! “

She looked at him, her whole body radiating with love. A love so deeply rooted and nurtured, that no time or distance could forestall.

This was her inspiration. Her book of life and love waiting to be written.

-©Lark-

(2018)2024

When Fate and Love Collide

How long ago has it been?

Thirty minutes before 9:00 A.M. Dr. Zeth Gellert walked hastily on the cross walk to beat the rid light at the intersection near his office building in downtown San Francisco. On this Monday morning, he needs to be at the office at least 30 minutes before the scheduled conference to set up his prepared presentation and finalized plan for his company’s next project. Zeth accepted the position offered as a senior adviser for the second largest non-profit organization in the continental US, coordinating and scheduling medical missions in different parts of the underprivileged countries around the globe. The outreach programs “Operation Restore Smile”, performs surgery to children with cleft lip and palate, and “Healthy Living Focus” which educate and assist families on disease prevention and healthy diet.

Six years ago, Zeth took over his father’s medical practice in his small hometown in rural Ohio. He loves taking care of the medical needs of the community, but much as he wanted to convince himself to settle, his restless heart is not totally in tune in this line of medical practice, that’s why when he received an unexpected call from his former colleague and co-worker, he decided to pack up his suitcase and relocated to San Francisco, CA. In the near future, he hopes to again, travel overseas to participate in such an honorable and fulfilling mission…just like the old times.

While waiting for the arrival of the 10 members of a team of doctors and nurses who were scheduled to be deployed overseas, Zeth’s mind circled back some 6 years ago, when he was a volunteer doctor along with other medical professionals, in a rural area in northern Philippines. However, his last rotation overseas was cut short when he received an emergency phone call from his sister that their father died due to heart attack. He rushed back to the US, stayed, and practiced community medicine.

As the volunteers arrived in the conference room, Zeth saw a familiar figure among the group. Amber! She was among them! Suddenly, his whole body became numb and his heartbeat was racing. How could he forget Dr. Amber Gleason? They were partners in every medical mission overseas, which later on, found emotional and physical compatibility; even had plans for their future together. But everything changed after that last night they were together, when Zeth went back to the US, with no formal and final goodbyes. Although beset with questions of how, why, and what if’s not one of them had the courage and drive to try any means to get in touch with each other.

Amber could not believe her eyes when she came face to face with Zeth. How could she ever forget that familiar face of the only man she gave her heart to, the only man who until now occupies her mind, heart and whole being; the man who is the father of her 5 year old son, Andrew.

Through all the past years, Zeth and Amber have each developed wings that made their dreams fly and both their careers as medical doctor somehow thrived under different circumstances of their choosing. Whatever happened in the past, there will always be a reason for two people to find each other again, when fate and love collide. From here on, as long as Zeth and Amber are together, beautiful music will continue to play as they dance in synch, to the rhythm of life’s challenges in a home where their hearts belong.

-Lark-

8.6.2018

Passing The Nightingale’s Lamp

Treading through an unmarked trail in this multi-directional path of life as we aim to choose which direction to follow to reach our destination, takes a lot of courage, conviction, and determination.

While I was growing up, I was lucky enough to have been given with options as to where to go and what to do in my pursuit of happiness and fulfillment, both personally and professionally. Thanks to my family for paving the way, encouraging, and supporting me in whatever path I decide to take.

At age 13, when I reached that step of the ladder of educational pursuit, I was torn between pursuing a career in nursing and being a writer. Honestly, I first fell in love with writing, long before I fell in love with nursing. Growing up, I would create stories in my mind of just about anything. Every book that I read, or every story that I hear, in my young mind, I used to create an epilogue or a sequel to stretch the ending according to what I want it to end. I would also write short stories combining reality and fiction. I also started to write poetry, without a slightest clue as to how it was written. I just write what I feel and feel what I write. These manuscripts were just archived in a pathetic-looking journal, as I was too shy to show it, thinking that it was not good enough.

It was until a year before my graduation in high school, when a pivotal moment took a final course, a vision that veered towards pursuing a career in nursing. My aunt, the sister of my father, was the person who long been instilling in my young mind and heart how rewarding a nursing profession will be. She herself studied to be a nurse, then followed her calling to be a catholic nun of the order of St. Paul of Chartres. No, to become a nun never did cross my mind. Instead, I pursued the nursing profession, and, I did not regret it. I love everything about nursing, and practiced the profession from the time I graduated, until now.

Well, that was such a long time ago. During the time that I was so focused and prioritize my chosen profession, I have had doses of fighting uphill battles along the way. It was not an easy journey; taking calculated risks with not much wiggle room was part of the whole package,  most especially when aiming to be the best of who I will be. Because I love what I do, the challenges were considered as the steps up the ladder. Each single step that I took, at the right time, coupled with conviction, determination, and genuine love and caring, I reached the peak of my career that I envisioned as to where I will finally be…a Director of Nursing Services, and as a Director Of Patient Care Services. For 18 years, in this rewarding yet serious, salient, and challenging role, I had been a team player and a leader; never did it cross my mind to be less of what was expected of me. Every night, when I go to bed, I look forward to wake up in the morning, energy renewed, to pick up where I left off the day before.

So, what’s next for me? Looking back, I asked myself. What else and to who will I have to prove my worth? Will it now be enough and the right time for me to finally hang my stethoscope? Truth of the matter, it was not a dreadfully hard decision to make as I previously thought. One morning, as soon as I woke up, I made the best unplanned life-changing decision, even if I am not yet sure if I will miss the regimented life of a nurse that i have been living for the past 40 years.

Needless to say, I look forward to go back and rekindle my first love…to write, that was put on hold while I focused on and prioritized my professional advancement, and when I embraced the role of a mother to my daughter. But one thing for sure, even if I will finally hang my stethoscope I will always be the same person who chose to be a nurse, and practiced the best profession that is second to none according to my hierarchy of what I will be.

Passing the torch will never make me any lesser than the nurse that I was. I will still carry on with pride everything that I did at my best through the years of my professional career. I will always be the epitome of who Florence Nightingale was. But in the next chapter of my life, I will perhaps be following, although way far behind, the footsteps of Charlotte Bronte, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, or Jane Austin. If and when will this happen, I could finally and positively say that the Nightingale’s lamp  that I chose to carry has been and will always be my guiding light even if I may be following a different path.

-Lark-

7.22.2018

To Dance Again

She was beautiful and elegant in her figure skating outfit. He was handsome in his costume that sculpted his athletic frame. They glided smoothly to the center of the arena in white well-polished ice skating shoes to compete at the US National Figure Skating.

Maggie and William were partners in ice dancing. Friendship, trust, and love developed through years of training.

Just like their previous performances, every move was precise and perfect. In the end, they secured the most coveted spot to qualify for the Winter Olympics.

But fate had a different plan. After a late afternoon practice, William dropped Maggie off to her mother’s veterinary clinic. As she opened the door, a small brown Labradoodle ran out, into the busy street. Maggie instinctively ran after the little canine. Unaware of the signal light that turned green in the intersection, a fast Ford Mustang hit her. She tumbled on the sidewalk and flat on her back. When she regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a hospital bed.  Her right kneecap was badly broken and displaced. Her left leg was fractured and a steel rod was placed to stabilize it. There was no guarantee she will be able to skate the way she used to. Devastated, she could not accept that it may be the end of her dream, and William’s.

For the duration of her hospital stay, recovery, and after discharge William stayed by her side to regain her strength and cheer her up.

The date of the competition was nearing. William had to find a new partner if he will opt to compete. He chose not to, even after Maggie begged him to “skate for both of us.” He could not imagine skating without her.

William lost interest and drive to even tie the laces of his skates or go to the ice rink. He still regularly visited Maggie.  One evening, Maggie’s mother handed him an envelope and informed that Maggie left, with specific instruction “to not try to find her…ever”. William felt his head spinning. He could not speak, his vocal cords tight. All he did was stared at the sealed envelope. He slowly walked away from Maggie’s home…and her life.

At home, he stared at the now crumpled envelope. Part of him wanted to just throw it in the garbage, but he needed to know the reason why Maggie left. Perhaps, the letter will provide him the answer.

His most dreaded reality crushed his whole being. Maggie ended their relationship, saying she could not bear to watch him slowly drifting away from pursuing his dream and his future. Her final words before she signed her name was “skate for both of us”. That was the last time he heard from her.

Maggie recovered with no major residual of her injury. She can walk steadily, but occasionally struggled to maintain her gait and balance when she lost her footing. She accepted that the ice rink was no longer her comfort zone. Instead of feeling sorry, she went to school and finished a degree that help rehabilitate athletes.

William was still in her thoughts, and longed for him. William on the other hand left home and put all his time and effort in training as a skier. He did not intend to compete, but wanted to teach and train potential athletes. With a friend, they taught skiing lessons in the slopes of Colorado. His love for Maggie never did change, but he respected her wish to not find her. He knew in his heart that somewhere, she was also thinking of him.

Maggie graduated with a degree of Chiropractic Medicine and settled in a quiet little town in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Along with a colleague they started a private practice. The “Heart Of The Slopes Therapeutic Center” specialized and rehabilitate athletes with disorders and injury of the muscles and joints.

The clinic is usually busy whole year round, but more during wintertime when aspiring athletes came for training on the icy slopes. One equally busy morning, an emergency transport halted in front of the clinic. A skier in a wheelchair was rushed inside. He was with a group of aspiring skiers on training. According to first responders, the young man lost his balance and fell during his practice run down the mountain.

Maggie was busy assessing his injury, when she heard a man’s voice asking about the condition of her patient. She was positive, she heard that familiar voice before. Her heartbeat raced. There she was, face to face with William. Both of them were stunned to see each other again. “Maggie!” In just two short strides, he closed the gap between them, and wrapped her in his arms, as if never to let her go again. It was bliss to be in the comfort of his embrace.

Time stood still. Only their hearts spoke the same language of love that never changed even with the passing of time. Yes, they each followed a dream. Not the dream that they envisioned to pursue together. But the path that they carved steered them to the journey that they will share for the rest of their lives.

They exchanged their wedding vows in the skating center where they first met and trained. The same perfect pair who ice danced ten years ago.

-©Lark-

(2018)2024

Along Memory Lane

When you ask where the Dela Rosa’s residence is, you will never miss it, as almost every native Lezonian will point you to the right direction. For over a century and six generations, my ancestral home has been standing on the same spot, although the facade has been renovated through the years.

While growing up in this house, there were countless memories that I treasure in my heart. Some were stories that happened even before I was born and were shared to me; others were memories that I personally witnessed or have been a part of.

It was in this house that my paternal grandfather Simeon la Rosa, lived during the time that he was an active political figure under the banner of the then Liberal Party. He was the first elected town mayor, thus the street where we live was named after him; he hosted caucuses with prominent politicians such as former president of the Philippines Manuel Roxas when he visited Aklan, and former Governor/Congressman Godofredo Ramos, known as the Father of Aklan, to name a few.

Being an active Roman Catholics, my grandparents and parents welcomed in this house almost all parish priests assigned in the church of St. Isidore the Farmer. My aunt, Sister Mary Ignatius, SPC of the order of St. Paul of Chartres (my father’s only sister) lived in this house before she studied to be a nurse, and later on became a nun. It was in this house that I learned to pray, embraced and strengthened my faith in God.

When my father got married in January 1955, he brought home his new bride (my mother) to live in this house. I was born and raised here, together with my three siblings; created new memories while we were growing up, until all four of us spread our wings and made a new home with a family of our own.

Although now that distance stand between my siblings and I, and home, we still make it a tradition to come back home, together with our children. And who knows, in the near future, I will finally come back to this house in Dela Rosa Street, so that memories shall continue to be created, a treasure that I will pass on to my child and future grandchildren.

-Lark-

07.19.2017