finally ill reach Butbut soil...i will behold again that beauty that never fails to awe me...the tragic, soulful, tale of a poignant love...Sleeping Beauty...but utmost are the indelible memories of earlier days, of knowing those trails intimately, panting, sweating and breathing hard with the steep climb...the knowledge of walking those slippery and rugged slopes, blood pounding with every weight of each step, then as altitude is gained, the breathtaking view of the Tinglayan villages sprawled down below..i will never forget the very 1st time we reached the peak and rested for a while to regain strength, to enjoy the panoramic view from way above till covered by thick clouds...as a child, i had a full taste of such toil to reach Dacalan where legend says these beauty hailed from...such experience may never be evoked nor walked nor trekked again...but i will forever carry it in my heart and soul the distinction of having personally romanced as a child and as a young lady, the slopes and heart, the soil, the shrubs, the trees, the rocks, the vines, the streams, crags, cliffs, of the great and awesome Lupting...having personally drank from its icy cold, crystal clear waters, the flora and fauna of the Sleeping Beauty mountain, which may never again be tasted by the next generation except perhaps for very rare daring souls..will my sons ever experience it? ...these landscapes with pride i say, are where my ancestors (Tinglayan & Dacalan) came from...forever i will be one with them, heart and soul...it is for me an edge from the rest of humanity.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 16:29:15 +0000
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