It is a personal pilgrimage. To visit my muse, that is. Despite my countless visits, Kawasan’s vigor strikes me as exciting as the first time I set eyes on her. We were supposed to visit this place on New Year’s Day to lead off the year with rush, flow, exuberance. Yes, my personal superstitions. We pushed our trip down south on the fourth and visited the muse on his last day in Cebu. Kawasan has changed. Considerably. Last year’s earthquake collapsed the rocks at the second falls and the tiny falls between the first and the second. The lanky guy […]
“Piyesta ron sa among parokya, day! Naay daghang kaon! Pwede mo maimbitar?” said a man in his early 50s drinking on the shore with younger men. I knew they were curious about my companion, a beautiful Japanese maiden. “Libre, K’ya?” I smirked. It is hard to say no to food. “O, oy! Dali! Adto ta ninyo!” I told Midori about it. She was game for it. The then-chapel by the road leading to Kawasan is now a church. And most of its surroundings are cemented.
“Daghan lagig basura sa ubos,” I tried to sound as friendly as I could to the entrance fee collector upon handing out a twenty-peso bill. Disposals were discarded in the river and found their way between boulders. No trash cans or sacks in sight. In many cases, the LGU never wavers in collecting entrance fees without delivering the service. “Naa diay,
MUSING “It looks emerald and serene.” “It seems it’s enticing you to take a dip.” “But I doubt it will remain emerald, serene once it is disturbed.” “You think so?” “Why?” “The beauty lies on its stillness, serenity, and emeraldness. Once they are disturbed, its beauty collapses.” “You mean, its beauty is best appreciated in a distance? But how can you validate such beauty without dissecting its beautyness. I mean, we clamor for details.” “And sometimes such craving for details leads us to disappointment.” “You’re unwilling to bend, even just a little, your definition of beauty. Details, indeed, can break […]