Thursday, September 30, 2021

Are you a Guardian of the Environment? (Apostles for the Environment)

Are you a Guardian of the Environment?
(Apostles for the Environment)
 
Dr Abe V Rotor 


Heritage tree - abode of biodiversity, painting in acrylic by the author 
(2 ft x 4 ft) 2021 Author's residence San Vicente, Ilocos Sur 

1. When spring comes without stir, “don't go gentle into the night,” rise and find out where have all the birds gone that herald the new season, and the new beginning of life.

2. When the monsoon ends too soon, summer sets early, the land scorched, the rivers and ponds dried up, warn of the coming of a severe El NiƱo, a cyclical phenomenon.

3. When algal bloom in make-believe proportion spreads in lakes, sound the alarm of fish kill coming in order to avert losses and hunger, and to save the ecosystem.

4. When people move to cities in exodus, convince them, advise government, it is a tender trap that takes them away from the real Good Life on the countryside.

5. When clouds simply pass over the landscape, take the lead to reforest the hills and mountains, restore the watershed with a million and one trees.

6. When flood sweeps the land taking with it lives and properties, and eroding soil fertility, be part of rehabilitation and planning; believe that flood can be tamed.

7. When you find an abundance of lichens of different types on trees and rocks, and fireflies at night, assure residents of the pristine condition of their environment, and help them in preserving it.

8. When and where wildlife areas are shrinking, backyards and idle lots can be developed as alternative wildlife sanctuary, initiate this as a community project.

9. When asked what vegetables are safe from pesticide residues and chemicals from fertilizers, promote native species like malunggay, kamote tops, gabi, saluyot, and the like, they are also more nutritious and easy to grow. And promote natural or organic farming, too.

10. When asked of Nature's way of maintaining the ecosystem, explain the role of nitrogen-fixing microorganisms, composting, symbiosis, and the like. These natural processes and cycles have been taking place even before the arrival of the human species.

11. When additives are found in food - MSG, NutraSweet or any artificial sugar, salitre in sausage, sulfite in white sugar, melamine in milk, formalin in fish, warn the public against taking these, initiate through legislation and campaign to ban these additives.

12. When children spend too much time before the TV, on computers, and other gadgets, offer alternatives more favorable to their upbringing and well-being by getting close to nature like camping, gardening and other outdoor activities.

13. When old folks talk about traditional wisdom and values, demonstrate native skills, listen and translate them into useful applications, disseminate these in school and through extension.

14. When animals are restless, reptiles and rodents coming out of their burrows and dens, fish attempting to escape, fowls noisy, suspect the coming of a force majeure such as earthquake. Be alert to face possible consequences, and to extend assistance.

15. When epidemic threatens an area, say bird flu, hepatitis, dengue, cholera, initiate community cooperation with health and other institutions to arrest the spread of these diseases.

16. When a child has little concern about the environment, teach him, guide him to explore the beautiful world of nature, and make him realize his importance and his role in maintaining a balanced environment.

17. When there is a worthy movement to save the environment, such as Clean and Green, Piso sa Pasig, or any local campaign, lead and extend your full support.

18. When there are farms and fishponds neglected or abandoned, find out how these are put back to their productive conditions, or converted into a wildlife sanctuary.

19. When at rest or in confinement for health reason, explore natural remedies with herbals, through pet therapy, aromatherapy, and other proven remedies, in consultation with your doctor.

20. When in doubt if civilization is disguised evil, which is the root of war, poverty, environmental degradation, and the like, remember that it is also civilization that is responsible in building the great institutions of mankind, so that it is the obligation of each member of society to maintain the integrity of these institutions – indeed a noble mission to lead.

21. When appreciating the vastness of creation such as the seas, valleys, mountains, and entertain the idea that their resources are unlimited, view these in their microcosm like a pond or hill - for what can happen to this minuscule could be the same on a larger scale and proportion – be the prophet, but not of doom.

Treetop, detail of above painting 
  
22. When you shall have found success in scholarship, wealth, power, family, etc., the task of integrating all these for the purpose of sharing with those in dire need, and for posterity and sustainability, becomes a greater challenge, indeed this is the price of success.

23. When devoting your time and energy and talents to the service of community and environment as dictated by your profession and as a good citizen, do not neglect your obligation to yourself and family, and by so doing, build a model on which you are looked up to by those you serve.

24. When hope dims in this troubled world, with continued disregard to protect Mother Earth, human abuse and indifference in pursuit of economic gains and affluence, violation of order and harmony of society, degradation of values, “don’t go gentle into the night” – be the sentinel ever vigilant, the guardian ever righteous, for opportunity awaits you in your greatest hour.

25. When on a fine Sunday morning you hear birds in the trees, fish splashing in a pond, and plants blooming, say a prayer of praise and thanksgiving in music and verse, painting, or simply through reflection of the magnificence of creation. ~

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Pristine Loboc River, Bohol

Pristine Loboc River, Bohol
(A Little Corner of Eden)

"A piece of paradise of river, grass and trees,
of bees and flowers, rainbow and butterflies,
of pristine water flowing down the mountains
         where birds come and sing with the breeze." -avr

Dr Abe V Rotor


Pristine Loboc River, Municipality of Loboc, Bohol
(Photos by Ms Cecilia R Rotor)

Pristine Loboc River, Bohol
(A Little Corner of Eden)

If I were to return after the Fall
To where my forebears once lived;
If I were to trace back their footsteps
To their world of make believe -

What would I tell to my dear Creator
Whose open arms have waited so long
For man to return, to repent for his Sin -
And I, having also failed all along?

I would tell Him there is also a place,
A little green corner of grass and trees,
Of bees and flowers, rainbow and butterflies,
Where birds come and sing with the breeze.

An emerald river gently flowing,
Meandering between hills and on the plain,
Palms and trees bowing at its levees,
Its waters soothing the day's pain.

I would tell Him of this place also forgotten,
Abandoned by a bandwagon,
By those who nurture the Utopian dream,
Now orphaned and virtually alone.

Is forgetfulness also Your tool of creation?
Where man shall be gone forever
Paradise is redeemed and once more born?
No wonder Nature triumphs when left alone.~

                      Acknowledgment: Loboc Tourism Office. Living with Nature Handbook, AVRotor 2003

Sunday, September 26, 2021

Dragon Fruit Table Wine

 Dragon Fruit Table Wine 

Dr Abe V Rotor 
Dragon fruit table wine in the market.

The first time I saw dragon fruit and tasted it was some 25 years ago when Cecille my wife brought from Vietnam the queer looking fruit associated with the legendary
monster. It was tasty all right, but not as sweet as our local fruits like mango and banana.  It didn't have any special flavor or aroma. But it was refreshing, especially in hot weather.  I compare its taste with other cactus fruits like Opuntia or prickly pear which grows in arid areas. 

Leo Carlo our youngest son planted the tiny seeds in a plant box and soon he was giving the tiny spiny cactus seedlings to friends, among them a neighbor of ours, Brother Pacing Calub, who was able to grow it on his backyard. I took the photos of the maiden flower which is shown here.  It's a beauty, immaculate white flower that opens only at night, another mystery of this plant..

In the following years dragonfruit or Pitaya became acclimatized, particularly in the Ilocos region and on the uplands of Cavite and Bataan. New species and cultivars were introduced as well, like the red and yellow ones. It is the red that is preferred in the market today. Small plantations were put up on sandy and arid farms near the sea coast, but it is on the backyard that dragonfruit has found its home as a garden crop or simply as an ornamental for its uniqueness as a clinging cactus on trunk of trees on concrete walls, or simply on trellises and pergolas.  
  
    Dragon fruit flowers. Courtesy of Brother Pacing Calub,  Photos taken at his backyard QC 

 
Fruiting Dragon Fruit climbing on a palm tree;  Fruit of white-fleshed Pitaya.  (Internet photos). 

Hylocereus undatus (Pitaya blanca or white-fleshed pitahaya) has pink-skinned fruit with white flesh. This is the most commonly seen "dragon fruit". Hylocereus costaricensis (Pitaya roja or red-fleshed pitahaya, also known as Hylocereus polyrhizus) has red-skinned fruit with red flesh. Wikipedia 
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Dragon fruit — also called dragon pearl fruit, cactus fruits, pitahaya or pitaya — is a tropical, delicious superfood that can do a lot for your health. In fact, dragon fruit benefits include anti-aging, immune system boosting and sugar stabilization, which is helpful for those with diabetes, among others.
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Dragon Fruit Nutrition Facts
100 grams of dragon fruit 

50 calories
11 grams carbohydrates
1.1 grams protein
0.4 gram fat
3 grams fiber
20.5 milligrams vitamin C (34 percent DV)
1.9 milligrams iron (11 percent DV)
0.05 milligram vitamin B2 (3 percent DV)
0.04 milligram vitamin B1 (3 perent DV)
22.5 milligrams phosphorus (2 percent DV)
8.5 milligrams calcium (1 percent DV)
0.16 milligram vitamin B3 (1 percent DV)

    Dragon Fruit Wine 
    Making table wine from dragon fruit is quite tedious, but the procedure is similar to that in making table wine from guava, mango, pomelo, guyabano, and other tropical fruits in season. 

    I have added recently dragon fruit wine as part of our family enterprise, which is  principally engaged in Basi wine making, a fine tradition in the Ilocos.  The Galleon trade which lasted for two centuries carried basi wine among tobacco, indigo, and local wheat, all grown in Ilocos during that period.  Ciudad Fernandina, now Vigan City, was a major port of the Galleon Trade. Even before the Philippines was already trading with China, Borneo, Malaysia and other Asian countries.  

    It took considerable research if basi making can be expanded into fruit wine making. Today there are fruits wines from Duhat, Strawberry, Bignay and now Dragon fruit, among others, in the market -  thanks to today's technology.
     
     
      
    Stages in making Dragon Fruit table wine: Top:  well riped fruits are selected and peeled. Middle row: the pulp is mashed with sugar to raise the sugar content, water is added, fermented with yeast (15 days) and aged (preferably 12 to 24 months) in earthen or (burnay).  Bottom row, bottled product, closeup showing crystalline red color. Alcohol content ranges from 10 to 12 percent, equivalent tp 20 to 24 proof.

    Treasured Niche: Home, Sweet Home

    Home, Sweet Home

    Home is laughter and music, prose and poetry;
    Home is forgiving, rejoicing, celebrating.

    Dr Abe V Rotor
    Living with Nature School on Blog 

    Rustic Brick House in acrylic by AVRotor

    Home, Sweet Home
    By John Howard Payne
    Music by Henry Rowley Bishop (1786-1855)
    (Arranged for the violin and piano by Henry Farmer)

    ‘Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
    Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
    A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
    Which seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
    Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home!

    An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
    O, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
    The birds singingly gaily, that came to my call –
    Give me them – and the peace of mind, dearer than all.
    Home, Home sweet, sweet Home.
    There’s no place like Home! There’s no place like Home!


    Home Sweet Home is one of my favorite pieces on the violin. My daughter would accompany me on the piano in my lectures, and on one occasion, in a concert. The arrangement made by Henry Farmer is made up of three variations revolving on the popular melody of the song. Home Sweet Home was popularized by the pioneers who left their homes in the Old World and settled in the New World - America.

    One of the lessons I discussed lately on the school-on-air program - Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid - is about home and family. It was one of the liveliest sessions ever conducted on air with many enthusiastic callers who shared their concepts and views about a happy home. Here is a short list.

    1. Home is a roof for everyone, residents and guests.
    2. Home is a wall with large windows that let the sun and the breeze in.
    3. Home is where fish in the aquarium sparkle in the morning’s sun.
    4. Home is a baby smiling, of children playing.
    5. Home is a faithful husband and wife.

    6. Home is a “place for everything and everything in its place,” but not always.

    7. Home is dad and mom waiting for us from school.
    8. Home is a workshop for hobbies and inventions.
    9. Home is where our dog lies on the doormat waiting for its master.
    10. Home is a litter of puppies and kittens.

    11. Home is a rooster crowing, nature’s alarm clock.

    12. Home is a house lizard’s crispy announcement of a guest coming.
    13. Home is a frog croaking in the rain.
    14. Home is a safari of wildlife – from insects to migratory birds.
    15. Home is a warm embrace of a cat.

    16. Home is a cup of coffee, a sip of wine, a newspaper.

    17. Home is a warm bath, a cold shower, a bath tub.
    18. Home is National Geographic, Time Magazine, Daily Inquirer.
    19. Home is ripe tomato, succulent radish, dangling stringbeans,
    20. Home is a brooding mother hen in her nest.

    21. Home is fresh eggs everyday.

    22. Home is the sound of birds and crickets.
    23. Home is the sweet smell of flowers, falling leaves, swaying branches in the wind.
    24. Home is the sweet smell of the earth after the first rain in May.
    25. Home is a singing cicada in the tree.

    26. Home is a swarming of gamu-gamo in the evening.

    27. Home is a sala too small for so many friends.
    28. Home is a cabinet of books, a study table, a computer.
    29. Home is Beethoven, Mozart, Abelardo, Santiago.
    30. Home is Charlotte Church, Josh Groban, Sharon Cuneta.

    31. Home is Amorsolo. Picasso, Van Gogh.

    32. Home is potpourri of appetizing recipes, of the proverbial grandmother apple pie.
    33. Home is pinakbet, lechon, kare-kare, suman, bibingka.
    34. Home is a garden of roses, a grass lawn to lie on.
    35. Home is an herbarium of plants, a gene bank.

    36. Home is home for biodiversity, a living museum.

    37. Home is doing repair that has no end.
    38. Home is disposing old newspapers, bottles, metal scraps, used clothes.
    39. Home is a midnight candle before an exam.
    40. Home is a shoulder, a pillow, to cry on.

    41. Home is Noche Buena.

    42. Home is fireworks on New Year.
    43. Home is general cleaning on weekends.
    44. Home is a soft bed that soothes tired nerves and muscles.
    45. Home is a fire place, a hearth, which takes the cold out of the body and spirit.

    46. Home is a Prodigal Son returning, Good Samaritan.

    47. Home is a round table where thanksgiving prayer is said.
    48. Home is laughter and music, prose and poetry.
    49. Home is forgiving, rejoicing, celebrating.
    50. Home is Angelus and rosary hour.

    To sum it all, Home is Home Sweet Home.~

    Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid  738 DZRB AM Mon to Fri 7 to 8 pm

    Saturday, September 25, 2021

    Nature's Recyclers


    Nature's Recyclers

    Dr Abe V Rotor

    Foliose lichen grows and breaks down the lignin of wood.
    Parks and Wildlife Nature Center, QC

    Moss builds soil from rock, an example of biological weathering.
    Calaruega Retreat Center, Alfonso, Cavite


    Termites eat wood with the aid of protozoa that live in
    their stomach, an ideal example of symbiosis.

    Termite mound covers a tree stump. Parks and Wildlife
    Nature Center, Quezon City.

    Mushrooms grow on plant residues, and convert them into
    humus which fertilizes the crop. Antipolo, Rizal

    Shelf mushrooms grow on dead wood, eventually converting
    it into soil that piles up on the forest floor. Mt. Makiling, Laguna



    Rot fungi blanket the dead limb of Ficus tree.
    UST Manila.

    A host of soil insects, principally crickets and grubs, was
    responsible in toppling this tree. Caliraya Lake, Laguna.

    Rhizobium bacteria convert atmospheric Nitrogen into nitrate
    for the use of plants. Note tubercles in lower photo where the
    beneficial bacteria reside. ~

    Wednesday, September 22, 2021

    Healing Through Nature

     Healing Through Nature

    "Go out, go out I beg of you
    And taste the beauty of the wild.
    Behold the miracle of the earth
    With all the wonder of a child." 
    - Edna Jaques


    "i thank You God for most this amazing
    day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
    and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
    which is natural which is infinite which is yes."
    -  e.e. cummings

    "The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,--of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,--such health, such cheer, they afford forever!"
    - Henry David Thoreau

    "Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in."
    -  John Muir

    Acknowledgement: Internet photo; and quotes

    The Talisay tree heralds the Amihan Season

    Trees for Peace 

    Amihan is here!

     The Talisay tree heralds the Amihan Season 


    Dr Abe V Rotor 

    Talisay (Terminalia catappa)

    You bring the autumn where there is none;
         only monsoon have we, wet and dry;
    you lose your crown before the rains come;
         and at harvest time, you weep and cry.

    Your ancestors left home eons ago 
         as the continents drifted apart; 
    divided by the cold and warm sea 
         surviving them here in this part.   

    You carry their genes of four seasons,
         deciduous without winter snow;
    emerging with new crown in summer,
         and amihan* is your greatest show.~

    *Season of cool winds, Siberian High, October to December 

    Monday, September 20, 2021

    Corals - Nature's Architectural and Engineering Wonder

    Corals - Nature's Architectural 
    and Engineering Wonder
    Corals keep our islands and coast lines from being swallowed by the sea.

    Dr Abe V Rotor

    Coed shows a skeleton of staghorn coral. Former SPUQC Museum;

    With the unabated destruction of our coral reef it is not common to see undisturbed coral fields. Corals are animals in colonies belonging to Phylum Coelenterata, which is often associated with Cnidaria, of the Class Anthozoa.

    Coral reefs make the forest of the sea, the counterpart of our terrestrial forest. With their association with microscopic algae and seaweeds, they constitute the abode of fishes and countless kinds of marine life, without which our seas would not be as productive as they are today.

    However, the destruction of coral reefs through illegal fishing like muro-ami and dynamite fishing, as well as the conversion of shores into resorts and fishponds have greatly reduced fish catch and the diversity of marine species.

    Today our laws prohibit coral gathering, more so in exporting them. Coral reefs conservation is a priority program of many countries. Without corals our islands would fall back to the depth of the sea and our continents would be greatly reduced through cutbank erosion.

     
    Coral reefs, paintings by AVRotor

    Thus, corals are nature’s architectural and engineering wonder for they serve as riprap and barrier against the restless sea, while making the underwater world a truly beautiful scape that is beyond compare with any kind.

    Let's all give a hand to the conservation of corals. Let's join the campaign. No to the following:

    1. Dynamite fishing, muro-ami and paaling, and bottom trawl fishing.
    2. Reclamation of coral reef areas.
    3. Conversion of shorelines to resorts and fishponds
    4. Pollution of rivers and seas.
    5. Settlements on coral reefs and seashores.
    6. Goods and commodities made of corals.
    7. Coral decors and jewelry
    8. Deforestation - it causes erosion and siltation, forms mudflats over coral reefs.
    9. Collection of shells, rocks, and the like, within coral zone
    10. Quarrying of coral deposits.

    Let's remember that corals are virtually a non-renewable natural resource because they grow very, very slow. It takes fifty years to grow to the size of a man's head. We have but very little time to witness and be part of a noble task of keeping our islands and continents from being swallowed down into the depth of the sea. Our foothold is but skin deep to the enormous sea. ~
     
     Children selling corals, Morong, Rizal; corals in natural formation (coral reef)


    Saturday, September 18, 2021

    La Golondrina, the Grandest Kite of All

    A Short Story
    La Golondrina, the Grandest Kite of All
    By Dr Abe V Rotor

    Leo Carlo, author's son (right), poses with the winning team  in 
    kite flying at the University of Santo Tomas, Manila (circa 2000)

    Kites always fascinate me, thanks to Manong Bansiong, nephew of Basang my auntie-yaya. He made the most beautiful, often the biggest kite in town. His name was very popular, especially to us kids in our time. Remote and small a town San Vicente is, we had the reputation in the neighboring towns for our best kites, best pieces of furniture and wooden saints.

    Manong Bansiong made different kites: sinang gola, agila, kayyang, golondrina – in the likes of bull, bird with outstretched wings, maiden in colorful, flowing dress, and many other designs. His kites were known for their strength, stability, beauty, and height in the sky. In competitions he would always bring home the trophy, so to speak.

    “Can you make me a La Golondrina?” I found myself asking Manong Bansiong one afternoon.

    La Golondrina or the swallow has slender streamlined body, and long pointed wings, which allow great maneuverability and endurance, as well as frequent periods of gliding. Her body shape allows for very efficient flight. Her wings have nine primary feathers each, while the tail has 12 feathers and may be deeply forked, somewhat indented, or square-ended. A long tail increases maneuverability, and may also function as adornment.

    As a child, I love to watch swallows in flight. And there is something special about them because I discovered their nesting ground in Caniao, the source of water for our faucet. Caniao is a spring on the edge of Cordillera facing the South China Sea, some 20 kilometers away. The swallows would perch of a nearby tree and one particular bird came close and posed to us picnickers. She seemed unafraid and even sang a beautiful melody. I wanted to get closer to have a good look at her, but on sensing my closeness, she took off into the sky and soared like a kite in the wind.

    Actually La Golondrina is a difficult design of a kite to make. But Manang Basiong was a real expert. He won’t back out at any kind of kite especially if it is for a kite flying contest. He always wanted his kite to win.

    “When will the contest be?” He asked in our dialect.

    With that statement and a kindly smile I knew Manong Bansiong would make me one. “Yehay!” I could not help keep it a secret, especially to my classmates.

    The day of the contest came. There were many kites from our town and nearby towns. Vigan, the capital of the province had the most entries and the biggest kites at that. When I saw kites with designs of castle, airplane, and dragon, my confidence sagged a little. These kites were huge and colorful, and they dominated the sky.

    Manong Bansiong and I were the next to fly our kite. La Golondrina indeed was unique. She was not really very big. I asked my brother Eugene to help me carry her across the field while Manong Bansiong held the string at the other end.

    “Farther … some more,” he signaled. “Stop.” He paused and whistled with friendly notes calling for the wind to come. It is a technique in kite flying. Release the kite at the moment a strong breeze comes. We waited for the precious wind.

    Then it came. It was a gust that came from the North. It is called Siberian High, the wind that brings in the chills in October, lasting until the end of the Christmas Season. It is the wind of Amihan, the season we harvest our ricefields, when the grains have turned to gold in the sun. It is the season farmers build haystacks (mandala) that look like giant mushrooms. But to us kids, Amihan is the season of kite flying. It is a season of games and laughter in the field.

    “Steady now,” Manong Bansiong shouted, and Eugene and I raised La Golondrina up and waited for the signal. “Now!” We tossed her up and there she soared above our heads, above the nearby trees, above the church steeple. Our town mates and my classmates rallied. They followed her ascent, and clapped, coaching her to the top of their voices. “Up, up. Go up some more! More! More!” She mingled with the other kites, bowing here and there, and sometimes flying close to the castle or dragon, and to the airplane kite in some kind of courteous greeting.

    Manong Bansiong let the string glide on his hand. It made a crispy whistling sound as the kite continued to rise. Now it was higher than any of the kites. It appeared as if it were the smallest of them, and one won’t recognize her if he did not see her first on the ground Beyond lies the blue Cordillera the home where this beautiful bird. I could see Caniao in the back of my mind. There in the blue sky she hovered steadily, like the lord of the sky. I wondered at how she looked at us down below. I had not flown on an airplane yet. I just imagined we were also just specks on the ground, and if my T-shirt were not red, she would most likely mistake me for any spectator.

    Then the unexpected happened. The string broke! La Golondrina was adrift. She was flying free, and she was not coming down. Instead she went farther up riding on some wind current. Everyone was silent. All eyes were focused on the ill-fated kite. Soon it was but a dot in the sky. No one could tell what was going to happen to her.

    Manong Bansiong rolled the remaining string back into its cage. “She didn’t get much string.” He muttered. My first impulse was to run to where she would most likely land. “No,” he said, catching me on the shoulder, even if most of the children had gone for the chase.

    I remained dumbfounded, staring agape at the wide, wide sky. Time stood still. There was a deafening silence. Nothing seemed to move. Not even the kites.

    La Golondrina was swallowed up by a dark cloud and the cloud was heading for the mountains, as it often does, momentarily becoming part of its top like a veil or a blanket. In the Amihan season the cloud is thin and high because the wind is cool and dry. It is also time for birds in the North to go down South, and return in the dry season, but for birds of La Golondrina’s kind, it is time to go home to nest and rear their young.

    With that thought, I said, “She’s going home.” Manong Bansiong nodded in submission to the fate of his masterpiece. Eugene had just come back panting, brushing away weeds and dusts. He had given up the chase together with our town mates. Everyone talked about how they crossed the fields, climbed over fences, forge streams and even climbed trees to get better view of the route of the lost kite.

    No one reached where La Golondrina landed.

    We soon forgot all about the contest as we sadly prepared to go home. The plaza was empty now. It was already dark.

    That night I dreamt I found La Golondrina in Caniao, hanging on a branch where I once saw her as a bird. How different she was as the once beautiful La Golondrina.

    Manong Bansiong did not make kites anymore since then. But because of him I became a kite maker, too.

    But time has changed. Kite flying has become an endangered art. Kids are more interested with other playthings. They would rather stay indoor in front of the TV and the Computer. And they seem to be more serious in their studies than we were then. They seldom go out to the fields. Rivers and forests to them are full of danger. No, their parents won’t allow them to go to these places. In fact many of them have moved to the city. And flying kites in open spaces, is very dangerous, what if the string touches a live wire!

    It consoles me to see a kite flying around, whether it is made of simple T-frame or plastic. Or one made in China. How different kites are today from the kites we had before - skillfully crafted bamboo frame covered with colorful delicate papel de Japon, and bearing the imprimatur of the expert maker.

    When I had grown old as Manong Bansiong was then, I made kites for children. Of course, I am not as good as him. When Leo Carlo, my youngest son, took part in kite flying at the University of Santo Tomas, I helped him re-create La Golondrina. It was turning back the hands of time. He carried her across the football field with Marlo, his brother helping him, and I, at the other end, held the string. We waited for the old friendly wind.

    Then it came, it came all the way from the North, and La Golondrina rode on it, flew above our heads, above the trees, above the grandstand and the chapel and the tall buildings, and up into the blue sky.

    La Golondrina is the grandest kite of all. x x x

    Flying kites in acrylic, a re-creation from childhood memory by the author

     Kite-Flying Free

    By Dr. Abe V. Rotor

    If freedom were kites flying
    And clouds in summer free;
    Lilting sounds across the fields,
    Rolling on the hills like sea;

    If freedom were the empty fields,
    The harvest now stacked asleep,
    To wake up little by little
    To satiate a craving deep;

    If freedom were a wooden bridge
    In the idleness of time,
    A little bird perched singing
    The song of a distant chime;

    If freedom were the carefree,
    Let the sky clap and the rain to fall;
    For summer is for boys designed,
    To men they’ll grow after all.

    AVR 6-19-08

    Where have all the Gardens Gone?

    Where have all the Gardens Gone?
    Dr Abe V Rotor


    Death of a Garden. Acrylic paintings by the author, 2015

    Where have all the gardens gone,
    the butterflies and honeybees,
    dancing and riding on the breeze,
    dewdrops sparkling in the sun?

    Where have all the children gone,
    reminiscent of old Pied Piper,
    lured to a new land somewhere,
    and never again to be found?

    Where have all the ladies gone,
    in "loves-me-loves-me-not" game,
    though lose or gain it's the same,
    flower and love knitted as one?

    Where have all the good life gone,
    Nature's gift to the living world
    bound by a collective accord.
    Lo! to man the lost prodigal son. ~

    Friday, September 17, 2021

    Fishing for Peace of Mind

    Fishing for Peace of Mind

    "Much is said of great men who were fishermen in leisure, or in deep thoughts. Darwin and Newton changed the history of the world with their discoveries. The greatest Teacher who ever lived was a fisherman. Ideas are the greatest catch." - avr

    Dr Abe V Rotor

    "Through years of fishing I have counted the blessing of this sport by good health and peace of mind - my biggest catch ever." AVR
    Saturday 4:00 am
    A hurried coffee anticipates your thoughts in the anchored boat. The shore wakes up very early with returning night fishermen. You receive “Lucky fishing” more casually than “Bon Voyage.”

    5:00 am
    You anchor at 10 to 30 fathoms, your companion calculates by sixth sense. Your other companion: absolute silence. By now the fish stirs to dawn and appetite. Cast your line.

    5:30 am
    The fish bites. The line jerks and grows taut. Tug to drive the hook in and pull but give a little line if he goes for a wild run. Ready the scoop net, and land him in. Probably your heart jumped with a seven-pound bite, a five-pound pull, but you get only a two-pound grouper or sea trout.

    6:00 am
    Your second or third catch, your partner’s fourth or twelfth. And he is not unusually excited. The sea is creaseless now except for ripples of small fishes chased by larger species. Occasionally a game fish stirs or a tortoise, which feeds of drifting weeds, pops its head out and lets a heavy sigh. Flying fishes playfully glide and splash in kaleidoscope colors. You squint at the early sun.

    8:00 am
    You try trawling. Your partner checks bearing for distance and location and idles the engine. Your line dangles far and you hold it firm as your boat makes the rounds. You feel a tug, give an arm’s length or two of line to allow the fish to take a big bite. When the fight begins, your companion instinctively pulls the boat to a stop and you continue pulling. Play with wit. It’s dorado, carelessly strong and fast. Tire him first for easier landing.

    10:00 am
    The sun beats on your Mexican-rim hat and old long sleeve. You reach for cold drinks and sandwich. You see boats, perhaps a dozen, each to its own. Fishing is a highly individual sport.

    11;00 am
    You return and dock in. Tie your catch through the gill. Feel the weight of the bunch at your heart’s content. Somewhere around the corner men talk about the big fish that got away.

    11:30
    It is time to cook your catch. Broiled fish and sinigang are best for a family picnic on a weekend.

    It is unthinkable that a fisherman dares to be alone at sea, aware that his life is being dependent on a defenseless frail craft. Yet freedom and love for adventure dominate all dangers, as if by going to sea he satisfies an ancient craving.

    Here he seeks contemplation to break a prosaic life style. Or escape heavy social demands. The fishing line, like a communication wire, carries messages outside of convention and even rational matters. It connects two worlds – the deep and modern man. The game is primitive but it is played with fair rules.

    Ernest Hemingway’s character in The Old Man and the Sea dramatizes the ritual. To wit.

    “He felt neither strain nor weight, and he held the line tightly. Then it came again. This time it was a tentative pull, neither solid nor heavy, and he knew exactly what it was. One hundred fathoms – down a marlin was eating the sardine that covered the point and the shank of the hook. He was happy, feeling the gentle pulling, and then, he felt something, hard and unbelievably heavy. It was the weight of the fish and he let the line slip down, down, down, unrolling off the first of the two reserve coils. As it went down, slipping lightly through the old man’s fingers, he still could feel the great weight, though the pressure of his thumb and finger were already almost imperceptible…”

    Much is said of great men who were fishermen in leisure, or in deep thoughts. Darwin and Newton changed the history of the world with their discoveries. The greatest Teacher who ever lived was a fisherman. Ideas are the greatest catch.

    Through the years of fishing, or casting, and occasional big time fishing, I have counted the blessing of the sport not by my average or biggest catch, but by good health, better insight of personal values, and brighter outlook in life.

    I believe that our faculties are sharpened by meditative moments through which we subconsciously sooner or later, find ourselves with more resolve to the assigned task of daily living. Incubation of ideas is like building a structure. It takes place during contemplative moments. Why many decisions are put off until after well-spent weekend?

    Fishing reminds us of humility. I was boasting of my first catch. Later, I realized it cannot even qualify for an amateur’s record. Didn’t I laugh at a fisherman who hauled a chunk of coral he believed to be a big fish? The day after that, I came home empty handed and nearly lost my life at sea and he was so sorry to hear about the incident.

    Millions over the world enjoy this lifetime sport. “Once a fisherman, a fisherman forever,” so goes the saying.

    When the rivers and brooks run with fresh upstream water, the ponds full, and where freshwater meets the sea, or after a tempest, or during new moon, go find your fish.

    Although luck plays a good part, yet experience and knowledge are no substitute. Nobody though, becomes perfect at fishing there is always something new to learn, and often it is the sixth sense that works better.

    Harmony with Nature, the key to peace of mind and happiness, is probably the ultimate in fishing. Isaac Walton, father of this sport, lives with his song:

    In these flowery mead would be,
    These crystal streams would solace me;
    To whose harmonious bubbling noise,
    I with my angle would rejoice.” 

     






    The author's long time fishing companion, the late Melecio Martinez, proudly shows a rich catch to a curious boy - who, too, may find someday fishing a meditative sport. ~