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This is the 6th lighthouse that I saw in my own eyes.
Every time I see a lighthouse. I am mesmerized. There is something in them that makes me wonder and prompts me to wander and dare myself to new discoveries and experience as many towers I can.
The first time I saw one, right in front of me, is in Ilocos Sur:
I fell in love with it instantly. I wanted to embrace the whole concrete stone post if I physically can. Seeing it right in front of me, made me speechless in awe. My heart, soaring! It’s like a potion poured all over me, intoxicating my heart and my mind. Even my soul I guess. I am mired with questions like what’s it all about lighthouses that I am so fascinated by them? It was a relief to have found out that I am not the only one crazy about Lighthouses!
I reached this point of thinking that it has something to do with who I was in my past life. I wanted to do regression soon. I am extending my apologies to my uncle priest (just in case this blog will reach him), as past lives isn’t part of our Catholic faith’s orientation.
I have been seeing myself being in a place where a lighthouse is standing tall. Mighty and proud. Like a man waiting for me ready to engulf me in his strong arms. For several occasion, I kept seeing a very beautiful woman in my dreams with her black waist-length hair softly flowing behind her, she’s in a long burgundy gown with black gold trimmings, I see her going up in a spiral staircase with its bricked walls and bronze lamps in every turn, one of her hand holding a flame lit torch and the other holding up her long silk ruffled skirt maybe to keep herself from tripping off while climbing up.
Ah, I aint’ dreaming of fairy tales in a deep slumber, she’s no Rapunzel, her hair as I remember isn’t gold. And upon reaching the top. She patiently waits on the windowsill as if anytime a man will wave at her and lovingly call out her name and she will run fast as she could towards his direction and welcome him with open arms. Is it me? I do not know. What I only know now is my-addiction-with seeing one at every opportunity.
The desire gets stronger after each encounter. I even noticed in my past scrapbooks, and pictures of lighthouses is a common thing
I must admit, fascinations like this is telling us (me) something. That is what I wanted to dig up. Like a universal feeling of self-discovery, It’ll somehow help me to know myself more. I have seen 5 all in all and apparently I intend to keep on counting.
CAPONES LIGHTHOUSE, ZAMBALES
BASCO LIGHTHOUSE, BATANES
MAHATAO & SABTANG LIGHTHOUSE, BATANES
Not until I felt the contentment and bravely I will say: “I’ve seen enough. I can rest now.” If such can answer my questions, I also do not know. It’s as if in one of them? I will find the answer to my questions. Or getting deeper, I will find out who was my man form another lifetime. Who I was? What was I am capable of doing? And I guess the answers will lead me inside the arms of the man I will call mine in this lifetime.
Huge possibility that it will give me peace. Writing this in my work area, with only the sound of my keyboard accompanying me, a dog whimpering from time to time under my chair, a cat in quiet slumber on the couch behind me and the sound of silence (its half past 2:00 am) I just can’t help but smile dreaming while still awake of my next encounter or where would it be… (–,)
In my dreams, I listed these:
And two more in Pangasinan, one in Cagayan as recommended by my soul sis and Guisi from Iloilo. Whew! There’s a lot! ❤
Pashmina Mania: What’s in a shawl?
“A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.” ~Coco Chanel~
As I was browsing my photo albums, I noticed a specific item that I was never without all of my working and traveling years. I was always with a shawl. So what’s in a shawl anyway?
First things first. Personally, I’ve seen it as a part of my or most girls’ fashion arsenal. It comes in attractive and vibrant colors and there’s a lot to choose from. You can have different kinds of prints that can match any outfit. If I have enough funds, I can get as many as I could upon my visits to Pashmina stores. During travel, I get one from each stop.
Shawls are meant to cover our skin, to protect us from either heat or cold. History says, the original Pashmina (or Pashm – a Persian word meaning wool), which came from the Pashmina goats.
They are either hand-spun or woven. The first batch was woven in India. The most expensive shawl, recorded was the Shatoosh. Which fibers came from the beard hair of the wild Ibex. The finest of it’s kind. Per my research, the fad for shawls boomed in the mid-90s. It has been a part of a girl’s daily life. I also learned, that Pashmina fibers are thinner than Cashmere’s fibers.
“The most popular Pashmina fabric is a 70% Pashmina/30% silk blend, but 50/50 is also common. The 70/30 is tightly woven, has an elegant sheen and drapes nicely, but is still quite soft and light-weight.”
For me, I have utilized them in different ways. I’ve used it in the beach. They have been part of my throws in our sofa. I’ve used it as a belt. I’m even thinking to use them as a table skirt. Currently, I’ve used some for my ceiling, getting the idea of a spa which displayed cotton sheets in their ceiling giving the room a feel of softness.
Below are some of my collections:
Sagada (my most expensive “Coach” shawl)
With a colleague, Sarsi
Visiting the park, with Lee
Great Gatsby themed – Christmas Party
A gift from my cuz-Wena
Nagsasa cove – beach in Zambales
Visiting a heritage site in Manila – Intramuros
Canyon woods, Tagaytay
Casa San Pablo
Laoag, Ilocos Norte
I have disposed some of the old ones that I’ve acquired through the years and kept my favorites and those that have sentimental values. Mind you. They kept on coming. I got 2 new shawls this year. And I’m so happy! Pashmina junkie!
I am by the way a fan of Kafe Fassett too! And aside from his quilts, he’s got a shawl too! ❤
Courtesy of: http://www.molliemakes.com/craft-2/exhibition-colourful-world-kaffe-fassett/
I think I aqcuired the liking from my grandma. She gave me 3 different Pashminas from Italy which are gifts for her by my priest to be then uncle. And my uncle would not mind. The 2 new ones, paisleys in pastels and a black one. I’d be wearing one of these days and post them here. Thank you foodie buddy for the Pashminas! Xoxo! ❤ ❤ ❤