following my bliss
my arms outstretched in the tingling
Process of transformation,
and soon tough legs,
With folded feet,
trail in the sounding vacuum
:: All about me ::
Date of Birth:October 03, 1977
... but I practice LNT ha!
to relish their work,
knowing that scaling the mountain
is what makes the view from the top
so exhilarating. (D. Waitley)
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Back from the Mountains
MT. BANAHAW CONQUERED
My heart tried to betray me at first. It wasn't really the load, but very early in the climb, I started gasping for breath again. And as usual, I started panicking again. The Climb was for my aunt!!!!. Members came to my rescue and left me with just 1/4 of my original load, basically, change of clothes, trail water and trail food. We hiked from 6:00 am and reached Durungawan 1 at 1:30 PM after a lot of rest stops and lunch. Great thing, I did not trip on any of the roots protruding from the earth. All I got was really tired legs/thighs and some bruises on my right arm (which I got from climbing up this rock going to Durungawan 2).
Reaching Kweba ng Diyos Ama was one jystic and humbling experience. I couldn't help but cry hard when I reached that place, feeling desperate about my aunt... already being tired, already feeling hopeless. But the place revived me indeed. And I know, since I was able to scale the mountain, I was also blesses by it.
Going down, my buddy, Richard was suposedly to point out to me where he usually sees this ghost-child. It seems creepy that he never got around to doing it because, at the exact point where the ghost appears, my earth pad fell from my bag and I insisted in tying it up again. I even used the rock where the ghost is seen, for support. And of course, afraid as he was, he couldn't talk nor leave me alone there.
I only got 1.5 liters from Yapak, anothr power point in the whole of Banahaw, where a spring continues to be unspoiled. Its waters are said to be miraculous and I got some to be brought to my Tita.. and maybe some ailments at home.
Another highlight of the climb was.... meeting this 62-year old woman with a bigger pack than we did.... with her grandchildren. Her proud grandson told us she's training for Mt. Pulag and it's her fourth time already to climb Banahaw. It was another lesson in perspective. And Aids was sooo touched by the experience.
Yes, I'm back from Mt. Banahaw and alive. And hopeful. And revived. And touched. And blessed. And faithful again....
by ~me~ at 7:22 PM ©