Our town fiesta here in Kawayan has finally passed. Every town here in the Philippines has their own fiesta which is like a big homecoming party. It was fun--there were several parades, a basketball tornament, a boxing match (yeah, sport!), and four nights of disco-dancing. But it was also kind of stressful and overwhelming. About 30 visiting priests, friars, other assorted guests stayed with us in the convent, and most of the work was centered around feeding, watering, and entertaining them without really getting to know any of them. I actaully did have a good conversation with an American ex-pat priest who has been here on the Island since 1962--for over half his life! He had a calm presence about him, and I enjoyed listening to his stories of the pre-Vatican II, pre-globalization days of old. Really another world. He recalled his own mother's death and the news of which reached his ear over a week after it happened, because the town's radio control man happened to be on vacation. It was all over by the time he found out, and he never went back home. He tried a couple times to live back in the States but could never last long there. Kind of like Bilbo Baggins.. some wounds never heal. Wonder if that will happen to me.
Anway, fiesta's over and now it's back to peace and quite, which is just fine for this province boy.
Yesterday, after last minute heated negotaions, we finally got the cash for our microenterprise, and now we're busy today buying pigs. oink oink
*new october pics up for your pleasure*
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completely sayin in the Holy Name, kyalness beyond measure. blessings to your mission. The Almightly is merciful, the Almighty is so very good. Prayers to you and your peeps. Pilgrimmage to the heart, there to remain in unity with our Holy Father, ever-living, ever-Loving, world without end. AMEN, every act, word and thought we offer to you Senor that thou will be done on earth as it is in the heaven of brotherly communion. So very proud of you brother. May God strengthen your faith and grant you access to the Immortal Abode. In Agape and gratitude, your brother through it all. Messages of Oneness from hyper-mystical and unbelievably weird Brazil. Keep the eachother gaush on the saxon tip. Flee the uncheenyech. Paz y gracas do Altissimo.
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