..found my third place..

" It's the special place in between where we meet to awaken our senses, to find inspiration and to make lasting connections".. This is the teaser lines I found on my planner which was given to me by my sister which I turned into a "Gratitude Journal". It provoked me to think of my other significant spaces. Aside from my home sweet home which is the heaven on Earth for me, I have my other places close to my heart.

The Carmelite Monastery

My week is absolutely incomplete without culminating it on this place. Upon entering its wide gate, you will feel that  distinct elusive "air" found only in Carmel. It gives my soul that profound sense of peace after a week's full of  rushes and "green lights" of life. I remember the countless times I was not able to control my lacrimating glands while Fr. Agustin is having his Homilies..Though I only sing in my little "Araneta Coliseum" which happened to be our bathroom, and Sarah Geronimo's voice is just a shower ahead of mine (ahem), I could not let the service end without sharing my hidden talent (hehe) on my own space.. Almost all of my prayers were granted, from the time I'm about to take my local Board exam until I was blessed to finished my three Foreign Board Exams. As what one of the Sisters said, "rest assured that the Carmelite Sisters are  praying for you by night and day".

Though I have not breathed the "air" for a year now, this is unchangeably my First Place..

My other place is of course my good U-turn (if you read my previous blog). I am not only referring to the place but also to why this place was founded. I spent more than half of my 24-hour in this place where life and death are seatmates. I come to appreciate life in all its adversaries. Sometimes, I'm thinking of an early retirement by the time I will start my own family and simply become a fulltime wife and Pediatrician (my frustration after graduating from Nursing School) to my soon-to-be kids ( I want  5! hehe) But I guess caring for both the healthy and the sick was already tattoed in my heart. 

Though I'm having highblood most of the time for irate patients, hospital smell is my second place..

My last dwelling place? Well I do not have a picture of it. I don't think I need to put one because you are already ON IT. Yes, this "not-so-secret" page is my another hideout. Most of my articles here are not shared on my Facebook account or on any other page except the one I made during holidays entitled " A Christmas Prayer" which is my gift for all my Fb friends ( I saved a lot because of that article!haha) Here, I can share anything and everything I wanted to say without complaining walls..just a friend who well, literally, silently listens. 

I found a new breathing place..

I found an exhaust..

I found my third place..

Have you found yours?