misa de gallo

I don't know why folks here call that holy mass that starts on every 16th of December as Misa de Gallo. Anyway, it's a Roman Catholic tradition to start the Christmas celebration. Although I am not what you would call the devout Catholic, I can't deny that this holy mass which usually starts quite early (here at 4:30 AM! really!) is something that many of us look forward to.  Why,  exactly, is something I can't explain.

As a young girl, it was indeed exciting for me.  Being inside the church full of people, inside and out, hearing them sing church hymns and Christmas songs was such a remarkable feeling.  It was, to my young ears, both happy and solemn experience.  It was something that stirred me to the bones. I wanted to attend every Misa de Gallo back then...even if I had to walk 2 kilometers to be there. It was fun though because there were many of us, in groups. After the mass, another 2-kilometer walk was nothing to worry or think about. Aside from being used to it, walking with friends was fun.  We talked all the way, laughing about someone bumping his head with a guy seated beside him who also was asleep (yes, at this ungodly hours, things like this happen LOL).

Well, I guess it's not to early to say:   Merry Christmas everyone!

My apologies

I've neglected this blog for a long time and I owe my followers (if I still have a few left, that is) an explanation and an apology. But first, let me ask you a question.  Actually, I got 2 questions. First:  have you experienced feeling that you're getting nowhere in spite of all the efforts and time spent on something? And second, have you tried writing a post just because you have to?  (And once finished, you won't publish it anyway because it's not good enough.) If to both  questions you answered yes, then you know how I felt. It's not a good feeling and it's very unproductive.

Few of my last posts were a deviation from my main topic and it was during that period that my followers lost interest and left. An amateurish move, I now know and I'm paying for the consequences.

I am torn between two choices. First, just let my blog die its natural death and second, try to pick up the pieces and rebuild.

The first option is easy and very tempting, if I might add... but a part of me can't let go. You see, knowing that someone, somewhere, is visiting this blog, reading my posts and enjoying it perhaps...that alone is an inspiring thought.

Reading my last few posts made me feel materialistic and a bit ashamed.  I mean, there's nothing wrong with wanting to earn income aside from what we get from a day job which isn't enough anyway. But to be a turncoat is another thing. I felt that I have betrayed my friends out there...and to them, my apologies...