Mystic Lake Agco

Reposted from my Facebook account yesterday:

just had an amazing day with family and friends. once again… connecting with God through Nature. meditating under the cold spring, while being submerged under the hot spring. nature trek only to find out it’s to be forever etched in our memories because we had no cameras with us. the muddy, steep trail just to catch a glimpse of the water falls was something. the cicadas down the boiling mud was music to our ears. the butterflies, damsel flies and dragon flies would drift beside us, as if giving us the welcome. as we ended the day… after buying some fresh milk and honey, the sun amazingly showed off its bright crimson red color. as it disappears blended with the clouds and turned yellow, orange, and flashed it’s red again… how beautiful! and that’s just all in one day’s show.

Yes, we visited.. Lake Agco once again! And it was a lovely day…. ahhh I had a wonderful moment with the cold spring. The muddy treck down the waterfall. 🙂

It truly is a mystical place. A local folklore was said, that the boiling mud was supposed to be so clear in the past, and you can see  crabs living underneath. But, if you touch the water you can barely immerse your feet because it is just too hot! But, how come, those shrimps and crabs can live underneath? Ain’t that too weird? Anyway, it turned muddy when a group of outsiders went camping near it and was just too noisy. The devas or the spirits living there took a life… and from then on the water is not clear anymore. and you cannot bathe. you can get the mud though. (but always ask the spirits for it).

Shout-outs to everyone there: Dad, Mom, Darl, Pao, Ate Ariane, Ate Gyne, Ate Monica, Kuya Pong, Ate Bing, Tita Josie, Tita Esther, Tita Ellen, Tito Junie, And John.

Just want to share this wonderful angel poem i like…. 🙂

It’s not too late… the angel said.
Even though the world’s a mess…
Even though you’re not as young…
Even though you’ve made mistakes and have been afraid
It’s not too late…
And then I saw the world through the angels’ eyes…
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me…
That it’s not too late.

~ Ron Atchison