The Catanduanes Reef Break is an event geared towards helping the locals of Catanduanes, specifically in Puraran, through providing proper boards and uplift their well-being – one local at a time. It is an event organized by Surf Catanduanes and Surf4Ezra, a non-profit organization (founded by High School batch mates and friends) dedicated to continue the advocacies of Ezra ‘Tisoi’ Efondo. The specific objectives of the Catanduanes Reef Break 2015 still remain: first, to generate funds that would enable our local surfers to buy quality surfboards, as well as to fund their travel expenses during competitions; and second, to foster, develop, and promote sustainable tourism industry in Catanduanes Island.
As a mother, I know enough not to judge anybody else’s parenting or mothering skills or approach. I always say that we can only parent the way we know how, and in the way we know best. No one can teach you to become a good mother or parent. We all just do the best we can. And this is a story of how I did it, at least in all the past seven years. Last year, I embarked on this two-month journey on my own to find myself and thankfully, I did. I came home with the realisation that I must prepare my daughter for a life without me and I came home with a journal. In this journal, I write letters to her when I can, for her to read in the future when she is much older and hopefully, much wiser. Let me share with you what I wrote on the very first page…
The past three years have been a whirlwind of airports around the world, visiting friends, relatives, and close family members all scattered in different parts of the world. I have given myself the title of “serial entrepreneur” after having had or started 8 businesses in the past 5 years: a rock and artists bar, an educational tours company, three online retail stores, a local travel agency,a boutique, a milk tea shop, a beach resort, and a beach bar. I am not stopping. I am a writer at heart. I love art. Art inspires my writing, as does music and performances. I used to think that in order for me to be an artist I had to be full of angst and desperation. After many travels and much contemplation, I realised that I am an artist powered by joy. I make art when I am happy.
And I am happy. Despite many wanderings, and many attempts at putting roots somewhere and anywhere, I have finally accepted that “home is not sticks and stones”. I have found home where I have found love. And there is love everywhere. And love is with me.