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Coffee Moments... and All About Coffee;)

Simple mix. My Daily brew. I am, myself, as I sip...  It maybe, that... That, certainly made the girls...   Lynn Madalang, Helen Stewart, Stefani Murray, Pureza Gomeyac-Egmalis Lulu Delson Fang-asan, Hillarie Batnag, Helen Stewart, Stefani Murray, Pureza Gomeyac-Egmalis

SAGADA WILDFLOWERS IN AUGUST

"Love is like wildflowers; It's often found in the most unlikely places"   They show up into our lives by accident and stay for a purpose. They represent hope and love which are like stars that shine in the dark. They give peace that which comes from within.. From their lovely petals, the words of Ghandi vibrate: " Be the change you wish to see in this world." They remind us that peace begins and ends with us. Like the wildflowers who grow by themselves.. we, too, are the master-gardener of our souls. May we be touched with great awareness.. .. that may lead us to acknowledge our inner truth: that in our weakness comes strength and beauty. The flowers of the fields are often uprooted because they are just weeds. But may all your weeds wildflowers;) Scents from wildflowers make the air exhilarating... They make the morning walk and evening saunter refreshing.. They give thrill as the...

Thoughts while Breezing through Mountain Trail and Dancing with the Clouds

"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."   ~ECummings Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.    ~Rabindranath Tagore The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dr. William Henry Scott's Resting Place

Trudging around the Calvary Hill Cemetery in the compound of St. Mary the Virgin of Sagada, I came upon this forlorn wildflower (called benguet lily) with its sweet scented trumpet head drooping. It was obviously pulled out from its stem by some naughty hand. I went closer to mend its brokenness.. but my attempt was of no use. I took a picture. When I uploaded the photos in my computer, I saw that this resting place belonged to a renowned Anthropologist and Historian who devoted much of his life in the Cordilleras. The discovery was enigmatic as I felt I was in the library where the book cover was the tombstone and the title was the departed's incribed name. Paying homage to DR WILLIAM HENRY SCOTT R I P

Virac Timberyard

  Remnants of a mining lumberyard: GI hamlets, lengthy foot trails, tree stumps, trees, and saplings. The basketball court served as the community center. Saturdays, the Anglican Church services were celebrated here. On the far end is the Day Care Center. There are too many memories of occassional visits to manang Espirita and manong Warney with their endearing hospitality. They both departed early from their earthly lives, and may now be the good spirits  guarding the Virac Timberyard. Although manang Espirita always contended that the soul goes right back to God, in her vocal defiance to those who believed otherwise. A marriage ceremony was on progress. One of the many that we were invited in. Before this wedding, I last saw the bride as a toddler romping around this basketball court in her dusty pony tails and dirty fingers. How time flies.