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Memories of Varenna at Lago di Como, Italy by Lu Sobredo

  Memories of Varenna at Lago di Como by Lu Sobredo The air was crisp the morning after a stormy night of rain, lightning and thunder. Even being covered under thick down comforters did not shield the family from lightning lashing past the huge windows of our hotel room in Isny, Germany—a quaint little town not far from Constance, a university town we visited on our way to Italy more than a dozen years ago. A posting on social media from our long-time favorite travel guru Rick Steves compelled me to ask my husband James to dust off photographs from that trip. I felt inspired to walk through memory lane and write about it for my blog. James had been planning a special ten-year anniversary trip to Europe for us which we delayed to coincide with my birthday in the summer. Our then nine-year old son would accompany us for his first European travel. It would not be his last. How I managed to take two-months off from work, I don’t even recall, but the summer months were ideal time for the un
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A New Era: Kindness is Dawning

  A NEW ERA: KINDNESS IS DAWNING There’s no denying it, no way of hiding it that kindness came in short supply these four years. But no longer.  And I can breathe again. As kindness o'er the land shall reign.  The people have spoken. Our voices strong, our cries clear.  And that made the difference,  made possible today’s new dawning-- the return of kindness, soon.  In the people’s house.  In the land we love. Kindness heals. Hate exhausts our spirit.  Today people shouted from rooftops,  car-tops or at the very least  at the top of our voices, with unmistakable beat, joy in our hearts. We are relieved. Yes, we are. We are feeling good again.  Indeed the people spoke up and chose  truth over falsity; caring over malice. It is the right thing, choosing kindness. It is the right time, choosing to heal. Today is testimony to diversity. Diversity  as strength for our country  and as hope for all, not for one or the few,  but for all regardless of what skin  covers our souls. Our countr

Dream of a Transcendent Love--A Poem

  Dream of a Transcendent Love   It was another night when the poetry gods called my name barring me from sleep until I wrote this poem on August 4, 2020 in the year of the pandemic. I posted the poem on my social media page by August 5 th  with plans to have the poem appear in Chapter 31 of the novel in progress. That did not happen. The muse intervened feeling the poem belongs in a later chapter. The poem serves as an original work of a character in the novel, a fictitious poet whose works were discovered decades after the Spanish American War in the Philippines in 1898. Here is the English translation of verses allegedly written in Hiligaynon (Ilongo-Filipino) and Spanish.   I consider this poem a critical piece in my creative work over the years. Thanks to my ever-supportive literary advisor Ken Miller who plays his role over and above expectations and fuels my imagination without my knowing at times. His feedback after his first reading of the poem: “Your new poem makes me want to