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First and foremost this book was written as a testament to the greatness of God, our Creator.  It is also for all my angels who have touched my life in a profound way.
Writing these stories in forty nights was a journey I took on with passion and commitment
take a journey with me as I take a big leap of faith, and unveil my barefooted soul.
“God has given each of you some special abilities; be sure to use them to help each other, passing on to others God’s many kinds of blessings.”
On the night of October 20, 2005, I started writing again to heed this humbling call.
My childhood days were quite different from the life my children and I now live.
Welcome to my new paradise!

"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice,
for your soul is alive."
- Eleonora Duse

My childhood days were quite different from the life my children and I now live. My lost paradise is thousands of miles away from America, located in the Philippines, my beloved native land. This beautiful country of 7,107 islands was a Spanish colony in 16th century and ceded to the US in 1898 following the Spanish-American War. Little did I know that this barefooted child would one day leave what I thought was my lost paradise.

As a child, I played barefooted with tiny creatures in their natural habitat. My dainty, dirty hands swept the spiders from their cobwebs they had spun perfectly in the bushes. My wonder child would ask, “How can the spider weave this beautiful cobweb?” My curious, innocent being would invade its world and explore how the spiders would act and behave when imprisoned from its webbed world. I was tickled as I placed the spiders inside a matchbox. My eyes twinkled with innocent laughter as I watched them escape from the box onto a twig where they would hang on for their lives while spinning a sticky web. Then I would put them back in the bushes in their original place so I could come back to find them later. In addition to the spiders, I would play with frogs that would jump up and down the flooded streets after a rainy day.

Dragonflies were my friends as well. I artfully mastered how to use them to prick the neighborhood bullies who said nasty things about me. Butterflies were my childhood fantasy. I was in awe as I watched their transformation from caterpillars into beautiful butterflies. “How did they do that?” I asked myself. One day it was a green, yucky, scary thing crawling onto the twig – and the next time it was brown with a cocoon opening like a very thin decaying leaf, then it became an absolutely colorful and fascinating flying creature. It was my dream that one day I would become a butterfly!

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God’s creatures and simplest pleasures were what mattered most in my childhood. Though there were times my parents were not with me as a child, those who took care of me kept my barefooted childhood grounded, and they kept me laughing, smiling and strong.

The beautiful nature and calm water that soothed my young spirit became my refuge and my joy. Welcome to my lost paradise!