The Mountain

I think about us diving
Diving off a rock into another moment
I'm back from Baguio and I had the most interesting time. I got a really cheap hotel so I could stay the night and go all over the place on my own time and pace. I went shopping at the Ukay-ukay in the morning and went to the market in the afternoon. I visited my Tita Laida Lim and had a wonderful time. She's an excellent cook and a wonderful person. I also met her daughters Fifi and Padma and they are brought up with much culture and so it was wonderful talking with them. There is a very strong artistic community in Baguio and the children are sort of immersed in it.
I just did it. It was one of those things were I knew that if I didn't do it, I'd never forgive myself ever. So, in spur moment of strength, I said I was staying and then just got a hotel and stayed.
I called up an acquaintance and found out what to do and where to go at night and found myself drinking alone in the Greenbelt of Baguio. It's a U-shaped set of buildings just lined up with bars from the ground floor, basement and second floor. Greenbelt of Baguio it was and I was sitting alone, drinking my beer and freezing to death. I was freezing to absolute death in the cold but it was lovely. I got to see what the artist I spoke to that afternoon was talking about -- men in trench coats, layered clothes, scarves, gloves, the whole shebang! It was lovely.
I even got to see the view from the Tam-awan village. At the peak, you could see the South

It was so much bigger than me and yet, there I was, a part of it; beholding it. That must've been significant in some ways or other. I'm still breathless. I'm still over-whelmed. More when I can get to focus. I've just come down from the mountain and I've been changed.
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