Out in the Fields with God

      Memories are some of the important things that I do hold dear. Some of the best childhood memories I have dances in my grandmother's house which sits in one of the mountains of Babag 2, Cebu City. It's this rustic place where I am completely at peace especially when I go there with my family. It remains on top of my list of favorite places in this world, even though living in a busy city hands me a plethora of choices. The irresistible charm of my grandmother's home takes me back to the time when primal things and abstractions were enough to complete my day. 

      Those days are gone and with adulthood I have to deal with the unloving parts of living. It could be the absence of something deviant or just a mere feeling of displeasure. Either way, I have to face my own starless nights. To ablaze them requires me to toil, but I have to fess up to my own limits. Sometimes it exhausts me to the point where I just want to run away. To some place where solace is waiting for me, out in the fields with God.
Goat: the saddest of all animals
My uncle Michael and his daughter, my cousin Macy
My uncle passed away last October :(
My father's coconut tree which he planted two decades ago.
The first rays of sunrise
The summer hay and my shadow
My grandmother's orchids

    Out in the Fields with God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorite English poems. I have come across the literary piece whilst I was in college reading some write-ups about the poet's life and works.

     Although the poem was never taught to us, I find it very relevant in so many aspects of my life particularly when the going gets tough. I do hope that the poem shall do you good as well especially in the new year to come. Here's a copy of it so if you ever need a seedbed of strength, remember this poem and you'll find it within you.

Out in the Fields with God

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds that play,
Among the lowing of the herd,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might pass
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the hushing of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born —
Out in the fields with God.

Happy New Year dearest!

love lots,
Tin

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8 comments:

  1. Tin, I was really touched by this poem. I have never read it before. I did read Elizabeth's poems, but mostly her sonnets (that are all romantic and talk about her love for her husband). This one is different, more simple but at the same time very spiritual and deep. I could imagine walking with her in the fields.

    I'm sorry to hear that your uncle died, so sorry about your loss. I lost my uncle too, he died about a year ago. It is very hard when we have to say goodbye to those we love....but I believe they are in a better place now, walking with God.

    Have a blessed 2017!

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  2. Love it! Happy new year to you and your loved ones.

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  3. Oh thanks for share amazing pics about this place
    I really love it!
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  4. thank you for your comment sweetie

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  7. Hello my sweet Tin! First of all - happy New Year, my dear, I hope that 2017 will be wonderful year for you! What about your post, I felt something like nostalgia after reading it - I totally understand what you meaned where you described your one of your favourite places in the world - your grandmother's house and times, when primal things were enough. What's more, I'm sorry for your loss - we have to belive that your beloved uncle is in better place and he look at you from the clouds, I'm sure that you do. Moreover, this poem is so, so emotional than literally I'm speechless.

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  8. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem with us, Tin! Sometimes it's hard to find a sense of solitude amidst the busy life of living in the city. It's good to take a breather every once in a while.

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