By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IN 1981, September 21 was declared by the United Nations (UN) as International Day of Peace, a global observance dedicated “to strengthening the ideals of peace through non-violence and a temporary worldwide ceasefire” through Resolution 36/37. In 2001, the UN General Assembly passed a second…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo THE last time I had my glasses on was a few hours ago, while reviewing the files of three NGOs where I used to be a Trustee. I recall having gone down to the ground floor to cook. That was around 7:00 p.m. After having…
The woman by the well
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IN the NGO community, an umbrella organization is a big organization large enough to manage the interests of its member NGOs, who, individually, could not access funding on their own because they lack the necessary financial and operational documents required by the funding agencies. The…
The umbrella
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo ON the bus bound for Pangasinan to attend an important event, I sat beside a woman who, among other things started telling me about her life. When we encountered a flooded portion in Bulacan, she engaged me in a conversation: “Mga corrupt kasi nasa…
The comfort of strangers
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo THE poem below was written ten years ago, on 21 July 2015. Time has a way of blurring memories, sometimes deleting, sometimes overlaying events with more recent interpretations, depending on newer experiences, depth of understanding and compassion. Looking back now that the feeling is gone…
Edith-ing
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo I’M in Pozorrubio with the sound of the crickets. Or is it just the ringing in my ears? I think of you, inside a car, driving to the north, cellphone in hand. I also see my sister Lydia in a yellow flowing dress, with a…
The persistence of memory
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo THROUGHOUT history, the written word, including poetry, has proven to be a powerful weapon for change. It has been used to “express dissent, inspire action, and preserve the memory of those who have been silenced or forgotten.” Poetry can challenge injustice, encourage reflection, and eventually…
Smelling jasmines
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo INDULGE me a bit. At times when I look at the moon in the dead of the night, I wonder if, my life, as little as the lights in the houses from a distant mountain, still matter to the universe. Perhaps, this is why I…
In the caring of the soil
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo THE clouds hid the glittering sky for two days. I am without the moon, the mesmerizing ball of calm that shares its existence with the trees, the leaves and the flowers in the garden, most of all to me, kissing my heart. You are silent,…
The moon, you
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo THERE is no scientific evidence that we can sense what happens to a loved one whom we have not seen for a long time. This heightened sense of awareness is explained away by science as anticipatory grief. However, science does not explain the sudden thud…




