June started quite abruptly, like May had still some unfinished business. I did not feel its coming, or, I have not seen it coming. Maybe because I was too preoccupied by things that the previous month had carried over to my work list. There was no transition. There is not much difference between the two months, anyway.
We were at Letran Manila last June 1 to attend a cluster meeting. Then June 2 was spent facilitating a local training. June 3, I had to endure long hours sitting as a panelist for a research colloquium in a nearby institution, where I was invited for the third time now. That was when, or at least immediately after that, I bogged down. I went home feverish: literally sick and tired.
I spent the next four days at home, resting and taking photos of things I can easily upload. That was the only way I can communicate with the outside world. I also read a lot, because I had to do things not related to real deadlines and timeline. I finished Haruki Murakami’s latest. Then, continued reading his memoir, which was like put under the category “in progress” in my list of to-read books. I also went back to Martha Stewart and her “Living the Good Long Life” text.
A Fresh Start. I am ready to go back to work, again, tomorrow, after Mommy’s weekly medical checkup in the morning. I know I missed a lot. There are more to do, I already expect, crying out loud from my desk. Backlogs! Soon, the new academic year opens up and my teaching job begins anew, when I am not even done with my previous graduate school commitments. I hope before that happens, I can be somewhere, yes, someplace where the heat and pangs of summer do not exist.
That should be the coolest nook, where I can read without pressure, sleep without restraint, and rest without feeling guilty or afraid of the things off to come. I still think about Baguio, when the afternoons are too hot and long, there is no choice but to keep myself inside the room, consuming much of the costly electric power, something we dread to see every billing time. I still remember the coolest countries where we can be: South Korea, Japan, China, or HK after the Christmas season.
I hope to find that nook or refuge or home, soon. That is labelled now in my Notes as Dream 2015. Or the Future 2020. They sound like the Asean integration, here and now. Only, it is me who defines its urgency and plans for its realization. And it is the entire universe, God and all His forces, who could fast track the process. They are now written in the stars.