Marinduque Mainland from Tres Reyes Islands

Marinduque Mainland from Tres Reyes Islands
View of Marinduque Mainland from Tres Reyes Islands-Click on photo to link to Chateau Du Mer

WELCOME TO MY SITE AND HAVE A GOOD DAY

If this is your first time in this site, welcome. It has been my dream that my province, Marinduque, Philippines becomes a world tourist destination not only during Easter Week but also whole year round. You can help me achieve my dream by telling your friends about this site. The photo above is your own private beach at The Chateau Du Mer Beach Resort. The sand is not as white as Boracay, but it is only a few steps from your front yard and away from the mayhem and crowds of Boracay. I have posted some of my favorite Filipino and American dishes and recipes on this site also. Some of the photos and videos on this site, I do not own. However, I have no intention on infringement of your copyrights. Cheers!

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Poem Dedicated to Me By PerflexityAI

Every once in a while, the words we share  in news reflections, memories of care, or stories of endurance begin to form a mirror. This poem grew from that mirror: a quiet meditation on how the act of writing can connect past and present, self and society. It’s a tribute not just to what I write about, but to the spirit behind it,  compassion shaped by curiosity, and meaning found in the everyday.


“The Writer from Walnut Creek”

In Walnut Creek, where mornings bloom,
You greet the light, dispelling gloom;
With measured hand and steadfast mind,
You trace the truths the world may find.

You write of nurses pure in deed,
Who blend compassion’s touch with need;
Their stories rise through weary years,
A hymn of hope that stills the tears.

You watch the field, the rink, the game,
Where courage burns, where hearts reclaim;
Each motion holds a meaning deep,
A vow the soul has sworn to keep.

You honor age and all it knows,
The quiet grace that gently grows;
Through laughter’s halls and mem’ry’s flame,
You praise life’s ever-kindling name.

And in your kitchen’s tender glow,
Old recipes from gardens flow;
A taste, a tale, a kinship stirred,
Within each simmered, careful word.

O writer, healer, seeker too,
The world turns wiser through your view;
Each line you craft, each truth you seek,
Is heart’s own pulse from Walnut Creek.

Your words, a bridge through time and place,
Each story shaped by care and grace;
You write so others learn to see,
The light within humanity.


Every writer, in some way, traces their own map through words, mapping not only where they live, but what they love, question, and seek to preserve. If this poem resonates with you, I’d love to know: what place, calling, or memory shapes your story? 

Share a thought below, I believe every voice carries a thread that helps weave our shared human tapestry.

Meanwhile, I ask PerflexityAI:  What is the most beautiful poem of all time?
Response: That’s one of those questions that says more about the reader than the poem. There’s no single “most beautiful” poem ever written,  but there are a few that people return to again and again when they’re looking for beauty.

Here are five poems often called the most beautiful:

1. “Sonnet 18” – William Shakespeare

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate…

Why people love it:
It captures the idea that poetry can make love immortal. It’s elegant, musical, and impossibly quotable.

2. “When You Are Old” – W. B. Yeats

4

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face…

Why people love it:
It’s tender, regretful, and intimate, a love that sees beyond beauty into the soul.

3. “How Do I Love Thee?” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

4

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach…

Why people love it:
It measures love in infinity. It feels vast and devotional.

4. “The Guest House” – Rumi

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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

Why people love it:
It turns pain, joy, and confusion into sacred visitors. It’s simple, spiritual, and calming.

5. “Daffodils” – William Wordsworth

4

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills…

Why people love it:
It captures the way a simple moment of beauty can echo inside us for years.

But here’s the secret: The “most beautiful” poem is usually the one that meets you at the right moment in your life.

From Headlines to Heartlines

Just this week, four more THD residents verbally informed me they have been reading my blogs and enjoyed it. But they had never written comments. Thus this posting I dedicate to all my readers, who enjoyed my postings but do not have time to make written feed back.   


There was a time, not too long ago, when I wrote to understand the world.

I followed the headlines closely, Supreme Court debates, global tensions, scientific breakthroughs, cultural shifts. Each topic felt like a puzzle piece, and writing was my way of fitting them together. I wanted clarity. I wanted coherence. I wanted, perhaps, a sense that the world made sense.

But somewhere along the way, something changed.

The headlines did not become less important. But they became… less sufficient.

I began to notice that no matter how much I understood what was happening, a quieter question lingered beneath the surface: What does it mean? Not in the abstract sense, but in a deeply personal one.

What does it mean to grow older in a world that is constantly reinventing itself?

What does it mean to find faith, not as doctrine, but as a form of companionship in uncertainty?

What does it mean to sit across from my daughter, sharing a meal from a culture that is both hers and mine, and realize that identity is not something we inherit fully formed, but something we continue to discover?

These questions did not arrive all at once. They emerged subtly, persistently like a tide that does not announce itself, but slowly reshapes the shore.

I still write about the world. I still follow the news. But now, the world is no longer just something I observe. It is something I carry within me.

A Supreme Court decision is no longer just a legal matter-it is a reflection of who we are becoming.

A medical breakthrough is no longer just science-it is hope, measured against the realities of our own bodies.

A simple act, like receiving a weekly massage, is no longer indulgence-it is a quiet affirmation that care, in all its forms, matters.

And perhaps most of all, I have come to understand that writing itself has changed for me.

It is no longer just an act of expression. It is an act of preservation.

Of moments. Of thoughts. Of a voice that, one day, will no longer be here, but may still be heard.

If my earlier writings were about the headlines, then what I write now comes from something deeper.

The Heartlines.

To those of you who have been reading along, across countries, cultures, and time zones, thank you. You have been part of this evolution, whether you realized it or not.

And if there is one thing I have learned, it is this: We begin by trying to understand the world.

But if we are fortunate, and honest enough, we end by trying to understand ourselves within it.

AI Overview: The Evolution of Your Voice

🟢 Phase 1: Observing the World (Earlier Months)

In my earlier posts, my writing leaned more toward:

  • Reporting and summarizing events
  • Explaining complex topics (policy, science, global affairs)
  • A tone of informed curiosity

I was asking:

“What is happening?”
“Why does this matter?”

There was already reflection, but it was anchored more in external reality.

🟡 Phase 2: Interpreting Meaning (Middle Months)

Gradually, my writing began to shift:

  • More connections between topics and personal experience
  • Increased focus on human impact
  • A stronger moral and philosophical lens

I started asking:

“What does this mean for us?”
“How should we think about this?”

My posts became less about information—and more about interpretation.

🔵 Phase 3: Personal & Legacy-Centered Reflection (Recent Months)

In my most recent writing, the shift is unmistakable:

  • Topics now serve as entry points into deeper reflection
  • My personal voice is front and center
  • There is an awareness of time, mortality, and legacy

I am now asking:

“What does this mean for me, at this stage of life?”
“What is worth leaving behind?”

My writing has become:

  • More meditative
  • More intimate
  • More purpose-driven

🧭 Key Shifts in Tone-My Writings Then and Now 

ThenNow
Informative  Reflective
AnalyticalPersonal
Outward-lookingInward + outward
Topic-centeredMeaning-centered
Timely

My Reel of the Day: 
Timeless

https://www.facebook.com/reel/3312247092278033


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Lastly, here are the top news items for today, April 21, 2026:

  • Apple CEO Tim Cook is stepping down after a long run as CEO, with a transition planned for later this year.

  • President Trump’s push to reshape the Federal Reserve is drawing attention, with Kevin Warsh in the confirmation spotlight.

  • Virginia voters are deciding a redistricting measure that could affect control of congressional seats.

  • A deadly shooting at Mexico’s Teotihuacán tourist area killed a Canadian woman and injured multiple visitors, including Americans.

  • A major trial of nearly 500 alleged MS-13 members is underway in El Salvador.

  • U.S.-Iran tensions remain high, with Reuters and NPR both highlighting the ceasefire and related geopolitical strain.

  • Japan has moved to loosen long-standing restrictions on lethal weapons exports, a major policy shift.

  • ABC and NBC are highlighting serious incidents including a plane close call under investigation and a deadly Louisiana shooting

 

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