In the Province: Island of Cebu, my Home.

For the entire duration of my trip to Cebu, I was without internet access for the entire time.  I apologize for that.

Cebu Pacific
Cebu Pacific

Cebu is located in Bisayas which is the central region of the Philippines.  Here, the languages are known as the umbrella term of Bisayan/Visayan which is the major language group and have several language variations within it.  On Cebu, the major language spoken is known as Cebuano.

Cebu, Visayas, Philippines
Cebu, Visayas, Philippines

During the trip I spent a large chunk of my time with one of my foster sisters, Heszeil.  During the Global Consultation on Child Welfare Conference that was held at the Manila Hotel, I met a few nuns who work at Asilo which is an orphanage located in Cebu City.  It was just coincidence that my foster sister Heszeil also works at Asilo.  What a small world!

A lot has happened while on this journey.  My definition for family has been redefined.  I found a lot of things about my history and our history, everyone who I’ve crossed paths with or have been in care of.  I’ve found belonging in many facets that I didn’t think there will be or imagined.

Foster Family care: A short term solution until a permanent placement can be made.

Biological family: family and it’s members who are related by blood

Sitting on our haunches.  My foster family relatives.
Sitting on our haunches. My foster family relatives. My feet hurt like this.

As for my biological relatives, I continue to unravel the ball of yarn and find out more about us.  Yes it’s confirmed, we, the DSWD staff, foster relatives, and me were able to find them.  This redefinition of family has opened boundaries.  I have quite a large biological family from my municipality.  My mother is a sister of 8 total.  I also have a sister.  As to who the father is, there are two possible allegations.  Although my biological mother has passed away not knowing that I’ve been looking for her and I forgive her, she is still very much alive in my heart and mind and knowing that she did not forget about me and made sure other family members knew of me.

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Sitting in the Terminal

Awaiting my flight to MNL.
Awaiting my flight to MNL.

 

Filipino Heritage Camp is now over.  It was a successful camp like every year meeting new smiling faces as well as seeing old ones.  During the camp and even now, I’ve been hit with an array of emotions.  There are no rational meanings behind them.  I don’t know what they mean just yet.  They are however a spectrum of both positive, negative, and neutral or empty emotions.  Not empty as in depressed but they are still being unraveled I guess like a ball of yarn.  Rather than layers of an onion I’ve learned that everything is more like a ball of yarn where you unravel and unwind it, and every emotion is interconnected to others somehow.

It hasn’t hit me yet that I’m going to finally search and have a reunion as well.  I’m beyond fortunate again to have been given this opportunity.  Although I’ve wanted to go since I was younger, and especially when I was 18 years old, I feel as if a chain of events has fallen into place and certain things have to had impacted, shaped my life, and helped me grow, mature and evolve as a person for me to take on this venture.

Foiled Plans & Flight Plan

Flight Plan
Flight Plan

With less than a day to leave on my trip it has not sunk in…

Several times since I was 18 I always wanted to go back to the Philippines and search for both my foster family and my birth family.  It would constantly fall through.  I’d be invited by people to be accompanied by them when they go on vacation but I don’t blame them that they didn’t tell they were going.  It’s their vacation.  My trip is more personal.  I’m beyond fortunate to be given this opportunity to not only reconnect with my foster family but also do this biological family search.  Thankfully, I’ll be able to document this experience as well.

It is the most difficult time right now for me to fathom that I’ll be going back.  It has not totally sunk and set in that I’ll be seeing my ‘birth place’.  It hasn’t really hit me that I’ll be seeing these foster family relatives and experiencing the Philippines.  Lastly, it has not ht me that I’ll be making this search for self real.

I feel as if that all of this has been postponed for a reason. Things had to happen within a series of events first before I could make this happen.  This would not have happened without your understanding and support.

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Sulat. (to write)

My travel journal.
My travel journal.

This was a gift from a close friend of mine.  I’m thankful she bought this for me.  I’m planning on documenting anything that first comes to mind and whatever topics they may be.  Hopefully extending my thoughts through a medium of ink and paper will unravel the ball of yarn in my head and sort out every concious and subconscious spark.  I hope to include a majority if not all of these things in my documentary if they pertain to what I will be communicating and the journey that unfolds before me.

 

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Umbilical Cord

[2 hours left for my Kickstarter Campaign]

“To find the umbilical cord, one must first go back into the womb.”   p. 84 BABAYLAN, (Mendoza-Strobel)

When I was found, my umbilical cord was infected.  Despite the infected umbilical cord, I was in good health condition.  A trained “hilot” named Aleja, was called to the necessary cutting of the umbilical cord.  

Taken from my adoption papers.
Taken from my adoption papers.

 

Although my umbilical cord has been infected and cut, it doesn’t sever my ties back to where I came from.  This will be my journey going “back into darkness into intervals of pain and joy, denial, discovery, and reconciliation.” (Angel Velasco Shaw)

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I invite you to join me on the rest of this journey to reach back as I move forward.

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