Where do I begin? Over the last few years I have been working towards a dream of returning to my roots. I was born in Manila in 1986 and, although it I didn’t live there for very long, it left such a hand print on my heart.
In 2013/2014 before my divorce, I decided I wanted to do something special for children with Autism in Manila after making a connection to a non profit organization there. But it wasn’t the right time. I didn’t see why and I felt so sad that it didn’t happen then.
But everything happens for a reason. The fire of that dream was reignited last year but it still was not yet the right time and now I know why. I’ve been doing a lot of meditations lately and a lot of old memories have come to me and I suddenly knew I needed to reconnect with someone special from my past.
I was shocked when I found the woman who took care of me as a baby in Olongapo City. It felt like a dream and something old and broken began to heal. That’s a long story. I haven’t decided how much of it I want to share here just yet.
But I am now preparing to travel to Manila on August 20th-30th (minus travel time and it’s a long journey) I will now be able to do the volunteer work with the children I have wanted to meet and finally sit on the beach I sat on as a baby every morning for months. I can’t even begin to express how transformative this trip is going to be. I know because I can feel my heart already healing. I hope that my efforts with the children will be remembered. I know I will never forget this journey.