This morning I woke up quite late. As I was rushing to get ready to go to work, I stopped to look at Mount Banhaw from my windows. I am quite lucky, as I can see the top of the mountain right from my window, and every morning I spend a few seconds looking at it. Whether it is sunny, cloudy, or rainy, the view is always incredibly uplifting; and every morning it reminds me of the beauty surrounding me if only I take the time to look. This morning was a particularly sunny morning, typical of a Filipino summer, and the sky was clear of any clouds, and I could see the tip of the mountain in all its bright splendour. I took a deep breath, taking in this reminder of the astounding creation of God in which we live; and which I am particularly lucky to enjoy in the Laguna's countryside. This view is a little constrained by the many rooftops surrounding my house in the heavily built up centre of the little town in which I reside. On the roof of my neighbour's house, with the co
First I was religious, then I became spiritual. Now I am post-spiritual. Faith is a journey. This is mine. Inspired or Deluded? Ahead of time or Just in time? Visionary or Bat-shit crazy?