Come to TBTK 2006: A return to home with ‘joy’
Tagbilaran, Monday, 15 May 2006 14:47:10
HAVE you ever experienced stopping in your track with a sense that you've been to somewhere before? Have you ever felt a surge of mixed emotions - pleasure and pain, joy and sorrow, triumph and defeat - all these ignited by a memory, a memory conjured by an artifact from your past?
|Bohol, Cebu, and Siquijor|
Well, if you have experienced this, no need to worry for this feeling is very human. The Greeks have a name for it. They call it nostalgia which literally means "a return to home with pain." But it is not pure pain; it is more of a sweet sorrow. Ironical, isn't it?
|Dauis Church from the back|
Of course, joy cannot exist without sorrow and sorrow can not exist without joy. There is that sweetness which makes you smile about the happy memories you have and there that pain - that longing to return to the place you call "HOME."
Through nostalgia, you can travel across time and space. The boundary can be miles or years but there are no obstacles for nostalgia can take you back to your very roots.
It can take you back to this tiny island province nestled in the heart of Central Visayas in the Philippines - a tiny paradise where you were once a part of.
Memories start drifting to your mind.
First there are these flashbacks and then you hear sounds, you smell scents, you see sights as if you weren't here but right back in Bohol!
|Coconuts on Transport|
But now, there's more - you see unspoiled white-sand beaches and deep blue seas sustaining ribbons of life.
You see aquamarine rivers winding through rustic towns and lush forests.
|Clarin Ancestral House|
You can see centuries-old churches boasting of fine architecture and a wide array of antiques and religious relies.
You can see 1,268 or more conic hills that turn cocoa brown in the summer as if ripened by the sun itself.
You can see caves and waterfalls. You can watch towers and you can see monument which serves as a memento of a treaty between two races.
And then you can see large brown eyes staring at you and you find out that it is a maomag (tarsier).
You can even, taste something - the taste seems sharp and sweet and you realize it's a purple yam. Funny you seem to forget what it's called? Ah, ubing kinampay!
But then the images start to fade away and you want to grab them but you can't. It gets farther and farther from you and it's going... going... going... gone and you're back where you started, reading from this paper.
Somehow it has left you with feelings. It has left you with happiness and then there is also this pain, like you're getting homesick or something.
Yeah right, you did return to home but it was with longing. And then, you smile because you know that someday, somehow you'll return but this time not with heartaches but with joy!
You can read the official invitation for the TBTK 2006 reunion here.
Leo P. Udtohan