romancing the stoned

I was about to get real busy and then chase that flurry of hurry when my friends since high school planned a trip to Puerto Galera. It was definitely not in my plan. But in my mind, I knew I was still short of my healthy dose of rest and relaxation. I’m dreaming of being lost in paradise on a private tropical island. And so, not surprisingly, at the last minute I decided to pack my things. During travel, we barely spoke with each other. we were all tired I guess or trying to reserve some energy for what lies ahead. Upon alighting from the ferry boat, I immediately took off my slippers, my feet aching for the feel of sand. It was only then that I felt I was really away from the city, and from all the routine.

At around noon, my good friend and I decided to take our thirst for solitude a li’l further. We took long walks until we reached the end of the island and walked again to reach the other end, as if those long walks were a metaphor for me in wanting to leave something behind.

Evening came,  and this is where the heart of the story came to unfold. We went to Coco Aroma bar, drowned ourselves with a pitcher of "Mindoro Sling", and the band started singing Bob Marley originals. I knew then it’s gonna be a magical night. I danced the night away until the music relaxed my whole being and realizing that someday I would know the answers and will blow my expectations away. It was a liberation. I’ve never felt so free like it since I can remember. It was almost a total surrender to the inner spirit. abandoning all fears, doubts and traces of feelings of insignificance I never even knew I had. sometimes I close my eyes, trying desperately to be more in commune with the sea and the air I was breathing that moment. I open my eyes, look up in the heavens and the blanket of stars seemed to envelope me with the comfort of its strangeness.  Needless to say, it was full of wonder. I knew, again that I was in love. Maybe I fell in love with his voice or with the songs played that night, maybe it was the ambience of the place, or perhaps the affair of the moment of throwing myself out there at the right time. some cosmic connection maybe. And I wonder why I’ve never been here before and when i’ll be back. I wonder if the sound of the waves will be just as gracious the next time.

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