I left something in the Jesuit Retreat House in Malaybalay. In its red brick walls, narrow staircases, darkened corridors, in the cradle of the rocking chairs, the verandas with their view, the quiet of the library, the calmness of the chapel, in the sound of the crickets and the feel of the cold mountain air, I left a dream, an ideal, a part of myself, a piece of my soul. Maybe I will leave it here forever, forgotten. Or maybe I'll come back to this place, between the sky and the mountains, where heaven and earth meet, and find myself whole again.
But not yet. Not yet.
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November 1, 2006
Northwing Veranda
