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It’s almost time to go back to the scholarly routines- the exciting life @ the academe, lol! Since I my ever-erratic appearance here would become worse (again, lol!) – I’ll leave this pieces of thoughts- as reminder that time and again, I’ll be back in here- as time (and my choices-) would allow me to. So long, dear friends…

Baguio City, Philippines - Summer at its best- view from my window...
Season’s changes-
over time,without warning.
Just like Life that
keeps on changing.
Season may change
but some things remain
constant, like-
faith.
Resilience.
Courage.
Hope.
-and, the
Wisdom of Time.
©2009leofinajanegalleta

Baguio City, Philippines- View from my window... a foggy morning of June.
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Blessings and Greetings!
Am happy to share an extended part of this new "sanctuary" of mine...
My idea of Home? “A house becomes a home only when the heart and soul of the occupants also dwells in it… In my case, my whole being has been in this blog from the beginning. I assure you that,
. I loved the clutter before- but then one needs to do some redecorating/redesigning/enhancements from time to time, even in our real life houses, right? Thus, I decided to “compartmentalize”- I see the need to add more “room” in my literary home- a new place for my poetry that I call POETRY OVERLOAD… - -which contains all my english contemporary poems that has been shaped and inspired by timeless wisdom from this ever-changing world…”
If there is one thing that I am proud about being a filipino- it would be my country’s very rich literature. The Philippines’ prose and poetry has a unique blend of oriental and ethnic flavors- and that of romanticism with a strong sense of valor and solidarity- for me, these factors strongly defines each regional/ethnical differences- as a result of numerous ethical groups- and at the same time, it is the embodiment of the Philippine’s literature and the Filipinos artful ways and craftsmanship- thus, the heart and soul of the Filipino people. I’ve seen these features evidently resurfacing in many of the written words created by filipino poets and writers before our time- as I read their stories, poetry, etc.
If I am to make a vision or goal, I must say that I always wanted my Art to be seen and felt in any medium of expression I use- my written songs, my poems, or in reflective essays I’ve written. I do hope that somehow, over the years, I’ll be able to fully express my art in this manner- like a fusion. I always believed that I am, and I will always be a work in progress….”
Moreover, people exist for some reasons more than to simply expedite being alive-for personal gains. Art, for me- is priceless. A natural gift bestowed to a person is something to be shared without any condition- my personal opinion, of course. There are just things that doesn’t come with a tag price-or equating value. Those things defines the true meaning of existence. In my case, my art is something that I would share to humanity-properly, of course. This is the very reason why I opted to write online instead of trying to get published in print- simply a personal choice.
[Note: this is basically the same words I used in the blog's description]
Poetry-for me, is timeless- eternal. The beauty of this art lies on its fluidity, which is something that I can relate to- Poetry, like my life- will always be “a work in progress”. -- Leofina Jane G. Galleta
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Note: This poem has been transferred.You can read the text of this poem’s original version “here.
One of the first important lessons I learned this year has something to do about getting hurt, and hurting someone – intentionally or not. This morning, I was reminded with that lesson when a good friend asked me something that triggered my thoughts to further explore this matter.
Sure thing, each one of us gets hurt more often than not, or possibly so. I am no exception to such feeling of vulnerability- could be human nature at play. [I could be hurting at this very moment, and struggling not to let it show,
.]
That gesture of my friend touches me deeply, for this friend showed me such sensitivity and care that rarely happens nowadays. Of course, everyone says sorry all the time. But it rarely happens to me that one would apologize for the “possibility” of causing me pain…
”Who could possibly hurt us? What could possibly hurt us?”
My curious nature pondered on these questions, not only as a response to my friend’s gesture but more so, on the fact that I feel for people – for those that I consider as my friend(s), even for those who don’t think of me as such, and so I always end up hurting or getting hurt in the process… when I know that someone is hurting.
Sure, we might get hurt by external forces- from reactions or opinions we get, from “not so positive” perceptions of other people about us, from unsolicited opinions based on very limited knowledge of facts that other people may throw unto us- even if such are consequences of our own doings- like decisions and choices we’ve made, effects of the course of actions we’ve decided to take, trade-offs related to our choice of priorities, etc.- which in some cases, one might chose to look past on such realities and rather dwell on to thinking that such pain is caused by external factors. Yes indeed, for sometimes, it’s a lot easier for most of us to look on the “outside” rather than to examine matters from the inside first- which reminds me further, that responsibility requires honesty of dealing with our selves as well as with other people.
And so at times, we tend to look for something to blame- for something external to be our ticket towards the safety net of illusionary thoughts that could make us feel better. On the other hand, if one would chose to take such escape routes, it is possible that one would, at the same time, be eluding very important lessons in life- and the chance to know one’s self better.
Who could possibly hurt us? What could possibly hurt us? Quite possibly, most of us do not dwell much on questions like these especially when in the middle of emotional pain. Such painful feelings could possibly dominate everything else when one is overwhelmed with such emotional force. Quite predictably, immediate reactions would initially lean more on the notions of injustice, of unfair treatment, and of being a victim of others ’selfishness and insensitivity, and the likes of these “self-pity” modes of thoughts…
And so, ”Who could possibly hurt us?”
I came to realize that no one can hurt us more than we could possibly hurt ourselves… We get hurt because we allowed ourselves to feel that way.
I answered my friend with these lines… “if indeed, hypothetically, i did get hurt because of, or in anyway connected to, you, it’s not something that I would blame you with. I got hurt because I’ve chosen to react and to think in such a way that caused me pain…”
“What could possibly hurt us?”
We get hurt because our emotional responses are stronger than our capacity to trace the roots of each stimulus that affects our emotions- which hinders us to arrive at a certain degree of understanding on why or how something happened the way it did…
For me, “the antidote for this kind of pain is acceptance (of our shortcomings, weaknesses, etc.) and understanding (that we can’t control the effects of our actions, we can’t do everything in such a way that everybody will approve, we are not invincible)”.
To conclude, this realization fuelled my conviction- to be more sensitive, more conscious, and more vigilant with my actions, with how I react to other people.. I might hurt myself, or I might hurt others, unconsciously or otherwise…
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My most valuable treasure… such undying words from ” Tatang Itok“, still alive in those fading, fragile pages that survived the times…
“Do not turn away from anything that challenges your faith; that is courage. Always look first within your self- outward – and you’ll find no reason why you should see another human being beneath or above the very earth that you are threading into…”
“Words are empty if not fulfilled by actions… make sure that your words are as good as your worth. Always, always make sure that you can stand up to what you believe to be right, without occupying an inch of space that is not rightfully yours..”
“Failures are not something to be afraid of. Each one has its own story to tell- a reality that you’ve created through your actions and choices… Just remember that if your goals aren’t met at your desired circumstance, it doesn’t mean that you’ve failed. You may need to learn the value of patience, humility, and hardwork through it- or even to know what failure means- which is not a failure in itself…”
“Peace is a rare commodity, specially the kind that resides in yourself…Far more valuable than any accolade or even brighter than the rhinestone glitters of praises… Strive to be wise- more than your desire to be somebody else…”
Dear Friends,
The past months were like a roller-coaster ride for me. Life is truly full of surprises, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow may have sounded parsimonious when he wrote “Into each life some rain must fall” because in my case, it was more like “when it rains, it pours”. This tumultuous ride seemed to be the pattern for me. Challenges come, like rain that pours, yet opportunities emerge as well, although some may have been missed.
Truth be told, I have this sometimes irrational mechanism when I am in a challenging circumstance: I hibernate from my circle of friends and colleagues. People who have known me would definitely roar in agreement.
.
I have several reasons, but the common denominator is my respect for boundaries in my relationships. I respect other people’s private lives, as much as I value my privacy. There are moments that I willingly share with friends and my family; there are moments that I would rather share with strangers.
Some of you must have been aware of what I went through, some of you might have a slight inkling of what happened. Some of you communicated with me directly (through emails, phone calls, etc.); some of you might have got wind of “the matter” through groups and societies that I belong to.
Yet, some of you might not be aware of what happened to me, but each of you helped me in my lowest and most difficult moments by deferring to my self-imposed silence, whether by allowing me some breathing space, or by engaging me in some moments of spontaneous chatter.
There are times, when keeping my silence is a way to sustain my strength- yet there also are instances when I opt to ask for a helping hand. Either way, my actions aren’t reactions. They are choices I make.
As much as I can, I don’t want to impose on friends, family, colleagues, acquaintances, or strangers. I happen to consider that respect for others.
Several days ago, I found out that there were some personal websites to which my blog was linked (as a sub-site or something like it) without my permission. These ran counter to my view that my blog was meant to be my way of “planting seeds” for my advocacies and as a way of expressing my artistic nature (if indeed I have it), NEVER as my way to gain profit. I therefore felt violated and exploited when I realized the links were for the purpose of gaining traffic for some enterprising people’s monetized blogs. That was when I decided to make this blog private and, with a heavy heart, I deactivated the comment section.
I would love to go on and on (I miss blogging), but I have to finish a paper that is due for tomorrow—just one example of those myriad requirements for my survival in another milieu. I have to cut it here and continue next time.
I deeply appreciate the friendships and interactions I had while actively maintaining this site. Each and every one of you touched my life.
Leofina Jane G. Galleta
This poem has been transferred.
Copyrights: Leofina Jane G. Galleta
©2008leofinajanegalleta All Rights Reserved.
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Success in Failures…
November 22, 2009 — Leofina JaneIn this highly pluralist world that we’re living in today, each of us may have been confined to some degree- of having notions and adapting courses of actions that are mainly focused on very personal interpretations of existence. It is but probable that such inclinations are but a part of “the means” that is most commonly considered as “necessary” for the achievement of something that we’ve set for ourselves to accomplish. Such is but a logical “expectation” when people exists in a highly competitive environment- where the trends of pursuits and motivations are more inclined to “having” tangible resources- the things that allows for a person to have a “measurable worth”.
In the collective, this kind of thinking have shaped the world to become more individualistic and fragmented. Success inevitably becomes more and more defined and associated with being in “a notch higher” than that of another- if not the most- the sphere of the plutocrats became the “ideal” kind of existence for most people. In this kind of environment- the word “failure” is usually perceived as some sort of “unacceptable”- a kiss of death or something. In a way- it entails losing the lessons learned from going through that experience- whereby one won’t be able to get what one wants.
Failure may be a word associated to what most of us describes as “losers”- yet one cannot deny that even in losing- one may still find something noteworthy and useful in the long term, and that lessons gained in failing (- imperatively defined and used here as “not meeting one’s expected result/outcome with regards to a specific endeavor) are also beneficial to a certain end.
To mention some- it may possibly lead people to consider some realistic acceptance- that in the overall, competition is nonetheless about “defeating one’s self”- and such would entail how one would accept the fact that in one way or another, someone could possibly emerge as better (than one’s self) to some degree. It would be important to remember in such cases, that happenstance of such wouldn’t make one a “lesser person” either. And that is, mainly due to the simple reason that there could possibly be other essential factors that are inherent part of competitions (-of different kinds) which could not be controlled or manipulated by human efforts.
Experiences that pertains to failure could also possibly allow for one to have a greater control on one’s (personal) inherent pride. Thus, earning the lessons of “failure” would allow for one to remain sincerely gracious in the face of “unfavorable circumstances”. It would also extract a certain degree of inspiration for one to avoid having “grudges” to the ones who would emerge as “the best” in any particular feat.
Besides, competitions are but one of life’s many “stage plays”- thus success and failures are but a part of life’s sequences whereby the chance for one to take another shot would not end in that “competitive experience”- there would be other chances to come. Each and every endeavour would always give us a certain space to give our best shot.
These are but few possible “gains” that a person can have when one would seem to “fail”- am quite sure that others have some more things to add.
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These thoughts ran into my mind when I was reading an article related to success and failure. Here’s an excerpt- “If we take away all the obstacles for children, and prime them only for success, how will they ever be able to survive in the real world where they have a lot more to lose than a chair at a party?” (End of excerpt). The article is actually a fresh breath of air- Read the full article here.
©2009leofinajanegalleta
22 November 2009
14:27:34
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