10/15/2024
Dear Fam and Friends,
I am recovering (my body feels battered!) from the truly wonderful 7th International Filipino American Book Festival over the weekend. I can’t even find the right words to describe what it meant for me. The people, the books, the energy, the love, the sunny clear skies…
I gave that weekend my all—I read my book (Mungan and Lola), facilitated a panel discussion on aligning legal practice with creative selves (Rooted in Practice, Pinays In Law reader), participated in another panel discussion on writing about belonging for young readers (Jack & Agyu), attended other writers’ panels, had breakfast (Abaca!) with a group of writers, vended our Sawaga River Press books, talked to many people about our nonprofit press and our books, fangirled it (there were so many writers whose books I've read and love!), took sooooooo many photos...
But here’s the weirdest thing! When I look at other people’s photos of the event, I find myself asking if I was even at the same event! Which panel is that? Who is that? Where was that? When did that happen? Why was I not there??? What else did I miss??? And now I have post-event FOMO!!! Is this a thing?
There’s a lesson here for me, a good one, at that. I think it’s something to do with being/doing/seeing/experiencing "enough" and being ok with it. Especially this Fil Am History Month (FAHM) when the Fil Am community tends to overload with events. I cannot experience everything and that's ok.
Also, I had a dream at the beginning of this month when I started to feel the Fil Am History Month rumble in. I don’t remember the details, but I woke up with Shakespeare’s Macbeth quote--“…full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”--rattling in my brain. I don’t believe all the FAHM sound and fury signifies nothing. But I do believe my dream was inviting me to find my meaning in all of this.
I will explore this some more. In the meantime, allow me to share a few of the photos I took at the Book Fest (and later invite you to more “sound and fury”).
Enjoy!