Sunday, August 12, 2012

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Malaybalay, Bukidnon: Life-Giving Waterfalls


The cerebral storms in the four-walled room overdosed my senses. Those hours filled my brain cells with greens, instead. The trip to the hills the weekend before marked my thoughts with nothing but scenery. The thrill hurried my heart to beat like crazy. That I could not control. Then, there I was, powerless. Fighting it hardly, to pack, catch and fly. It almost stopped. That nearly gotten me stuck for good, forever.

Reflections crammed my mind.  Choosing to miss it would have been unforgiving. To choose wholeheartedly would entail accidental outflow. But what would I do with all the abundance?

Arriving in a familiar place at a quarter before midnight would trouble a highlander, who had patiently waited a long time just to glimpse the lady who almost did not make it.  Rugged, with a backpack, and heading to a 3-hour ride to a mountainous terrain, a local adventurer who happened to be seated beside me could not help it and asked, “Which mountain are you climbing?” I answered, “I don’t know. But I like to see waterfalls!”

A midnight-morn snooze was enough for my body to awaken in this chilly weather. The clock was ticking, and my body hungered for adventure.

The green façade exuded fresh blast of air; the smell of the trees and its barks filled me; the gentle breeze caressed my skin.