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| Camiguin |
I wish I could write what is in my heart now. Convey in written
words the solitude I feel while looking at the ocean.
The people in our island do not talk about these things. They
just are.
The mountains and the sea
are a part of them. Their talk and their easy way of taking life in is a proof.
There is no hurry; even vehicles take their time, moving like turtles in one
lane road. And yes, the entire road has already been cemented. You could not
see "Men at work" or "Under construction” signs anymore.
Technology has reached our island yet it has not made life fast
paced.
The only thing I notice now is that children don’t play outside
with the moon anymore. They don’t play the games we used to play; the
patentero, the tago-tagoan, the slipper games and the campfires!
They don’t go to the sea when it is low tide and full moon. We
used to go and make bonfires. We talk and scare each other with horror stories
we heard from people older than us.
In the sea with the fire burning we sit circle on our chosen
rocks and stones. We feel that what we were doing was sacred though we did not
realize it then. The moment was ours and our soul was one. We love feeling each
other's presence in the night. Our faces lightened by the moon. We were
beautiful and we don’t know it. And the sea loved us.
The dark and the white reflection of the moon in the horizon is
a shining sword. We were anointed. The breeze and the sound of the shore, they
gave their blessings to us.
I love us and how we were as children. We talk about anything.
We don’t think about the future. We imagine. We could not turn back time but I
wish now that we could still imagine like we used to do it way back then under
the moon. And the sunsets! The many sunsets! I wish we could look at life as we
look at sunsets - we know that the day has been beautiful.
Wherever you are, I wish we could all meet again under the moon
and talk and tell stories of our wanderings and say that it has been good, it
has really been good.
-Gang2(tabulyogang)
