thewanderingdakini i believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. if there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. i know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? the answer must be in the attempt // the brilliant and striking lines for me from linklater’s glorious before sunrise (1995). a film whose youth, insights and wisdom i feel i am living right now as i look through pictures i've taken during last weekend's inferno traverse climb. #mtbalingkilat #infernotraverse #zambales 1d

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thewanderingdakini The best thing about mountain climbing is that you are forced to be in the present moment. The fear of heights (and/or death due to impromptu bouldering), the exhaustion, the thirst & hunger, and all other noises are silenced. And when you get to the top, the view is unreal. It's so pure and golden. You're on this intoxicating high. And it's damn well worth the climb. 2d

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thewanderingdakini I think we will forever wonder where time goes. But I don't see it as a bad thing, as long as we have lived a loved life. It's just us looking back in retrospect, so we wander, as all humans do. That's one of the greatest things about us. We always hold on two things for dear life: the present moment or the life that is happening now, and nostalgia. Ironically, the complete alternates of each other. But in my universe, they're the perfect lovers, making love to each other with ebb and flow. The present moment is where the bliss seeps in and sends euphoria to the stars inside of us. But nostalgia for people, things and places comes after, clinging to us with this hauntingly beautiful feeling. To want to endure life again because it's just too good not to. To live in the moment until it breaks in your soul, then you look back and it's gone. Leaving you with its very last traces concealed in the depths of your bones for you to be able to taste over and over again. That's being human and my god, it's the most beautiful fucking to be. #dailypractice #dailyaffirmation #thewanderingdakini 5d

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thewanderingdakini today's practice: transformation. just as the race is never finished, and our practice is never done, neither are we. we're born to evolve. sometimes it's graceful and fluid, and sometimes it's a jerky mess. sometimes it's all easy and smooth, and sometimes there are a few setbacks and some minor injuries here and there. it's all good though, because when we say yes to change, we say yes to mess, and we say yes to becoming the people we are meant to be. xx 2nd half mary. didn't beat my PR for 21k, thanks to respiratory issues because of some viral infection but today's my farthest and longest run, 22km! grateful for my pacer/bestfriend who ran with me from starting to finish line. sarap lang! happy Sunday! #natgeorun2015 #namaste #dailypractice #dailyaffirmation #runrio #halfmarathon 1w

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thewanderingdakini We come from the stars, we're guided by the moon, we feed off a golden sun and we are made of the sea. Our bones are made of starlight, and the freckles on our cheeks represent the tiny pebbles on the ocean floor. Our eyes are a universe that only we, exist in. We are not war torn or collateral, we're the most beautiful royal. Our bodies cradle the earth, our home. To think that we are any less than that would be our heart's greatest disaster. #thewanderingdakini #dailypractice #dailyaffirmation #waterbaby #wandering 2w

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thewanderingdakini "she loved the sea. she liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. it made her feel small, but free as well." george r.r. martin, a storm of swords (a song of ice and fire, #3) #thewanderingdakini #dailyaffirmation 2w

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thewanderingdakini "We don't learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say I love you." - Shauna Niequist 3w

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thewanderingdakini Today's practice: gratitude. Breathe in. Do you feel that? The air filling your lungs is a gift from the Universe - a special delivery of fresh oxygen to the trillions of cells in your heart, hands, heels and hopes. We inhale 23,000 vital gifts from the Universe each day. That gives us 23,000 exhales to say thank you. May we feel renewed and full of hope this day and in the days to come. A blessed Easter Sunday to you all, little kittens. Happythankyoumoreplease 4w

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thewanderingdakini "usually an artist’s work is an expression of his personality. john’s is the opposite, which is why he’s everywhere and nowhere at once, visible to the point that he’s invisible, disappearing when he’s right before your very eyes. like a surfer who is not just good but the best—a perfect surfer—john doesn’t ride the wave; he becomes it." Vanity Fair, March 2014 1mon

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thewanderingdakini Fossil Waters

Mornings slip through our fingers, we lay
hammock-bound in vanilla summer’s heat—
you keep telling that myth;
in your bed, your painkiller sleep,
and I read Proust stories aloud
to the dancing trees, dreaming of Normandy.

Days pass with cumulus clouds,
red wine, puppy cuddles,
rain and sadness that seep under the window
and swell the sill.

You have been running and running
and at night my fingers seek
the new fibers of muscle that
pull under your soft skin
like the standard vesture of ships. // as published in Stone Highway Review, Issue 2.3 Spring 2013 issue. two years ago, i got published for the first time. i wrote a piece called fossil waters. today, in celebration of world water day, i ran my first ever half marathon. i'm happy i did it under my predicted time. post-race, i realized how much my life, our lives are revolving around water. how often beautiful things happen when you honor the source and you keep it pure. how i will always be a water baby. if water is life and life is love, then water is love too. always, always create change out of the blue. let love flow. happy world water day! #yogi #dailypractice #dailyaffirmation
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thewanderingdakini This is equinox: the exact moment when day and night are in perfect balance in the sky. I hope that you take a moment to stand here in your own perfect balance, appreciating all the things that had to happen to arrive to this very NOW. After this, daytime and playtime are taking over. Namaste, kittens. #yogi #yogini #thewanderingdakini 1mon

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thewanderingdakini Still we mourn
our longest days:
how we drank
whiskey and seawater,
how we fed oysters to the cats,
how we cracked open every claw
to suck out the meat,
how we promised we will
never drown in the Arctic ocean again. // narwhals #neverstopexploring #thewanderingdakini
2mon

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thewanderingdakini Last weekend, I headed to Northern Mindanao, up the coast through Cagayan de Oro—built-up, world-weary Cagayan, which feels like the anti-Mindanao—and from there to Camiguin Island. But the stillness of that afternoon in Tinago falls stays with me, muting the blazing traffic on the expressway and blurring the glitters of the Divisoria district’s seaside high-rises and even the thrill of arriving in one of Mindanao’s most dynamic cities. I am surprised by this. After all, I’ve been longing to see this far south region for years. But something inside me still lingers in the quietude of the last few days, in those places where, it turns out, a totally unexpected Mindanao was waiting. #neverstopexploring #thewanderingdakini 2mon

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thewanderingdakini we’re very quiet. it’s peaceful sitting here, not speaking, the composition fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering—it’s this stillness that we both love. the love of form is a love of endings. —Louise Glück, closing lines to “Celestial Music," from Ararat (The Ecco Press, 1990) 2mon
  •   thewanderingdakini @edberm is it your first time to travel around the Philippines? it's fairly safe although compared to other places i've been to, not a lot of people visit this region probably bc of that notion that since it's in mindanao, it's not safe to go there. but that's completely wrong. this part of the country isn't that developed yet, some remained untouched,which is why i enjoyed being there. there's something beautiful in wandering around places that are still pure. but to be honest, if i had pick one place in this country to travel, i'd pick Cebu. it's near Bohol so it's advisable to just hit two birds with one stone. you'll love it there. 2mon
  •   edberm Yeah will be first time in the Philippines. Think it either be El nido Palawan or Cebu/Bohol :) unless we be adventurous and do Mindanao :) 2mon
  •   chrisagront I normally don't do this, but I want to congratulate you for stepping up and making a difference!! I love surrounding myself with people like you. Looks like we have similar lifestyles. Greetings from Puerto Rico, your profile is very cool so keep it up!! 2mon
  •   thewanderingdakini @oldnewvintageandblue thank you, Audrey! 2mon
  •   mrroboboto Life goals : To take a photo of falls in our country. Beautiful feed!:) 4w
  •   isabelcang Gorgeous feed! :) 4w
  •   charesma Twin cascades!! It was only a single cascade when I went there. Nevertheless, Ma.Cristina Falls is just as awesome as it is. 4w

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thewanderingdakini It was bizarre. As if the stars collapsed into the ocean. As we snorkel around the white sandbar and around our boat, bioluminescent planktons start gleaming around us. Clang, Joca, Jomay, Ian and I are yelling and laughing at how magical everything is as we draw galaxies and swirling stars with our bodies. On our way back to Camiguin Island, I stick my hand in the sea. And the stars keep igniting out of my fingertips. 2mon

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thewanderingdakini we wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. even while the earth sleeps we travel. we are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered. kahlil gibran 2mon

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thewanderingdakini "little one, if you are lost, remember your bones are made of starlight, and the freckles on your cheeks represent the tiny pebbles on the ocean floor, and your eyes are a universe that only you exist in. you are not war torn or collateral, you are the most beautiful royal. and your body cradles the earth, your home. so love yourself. love the body you have, you, and your stardusted soul." 2mon

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thewanderingdakini my skin turned ivory
in the blue copper beams.
blazing metal spores inhabited
my open, sun-kissed pores.

i cried gallons for the clouds that day
& felt the flimsy rivers of
blackhole panic which swallowed your vision.

it consumed and consumed
like a pack of winter starved Arctic wolf.
i tethered your moon-dust fears
to my naked chest,
exhaled as we descended.
three silent hours on a trail.
tranquil. relaxed. glistening
under a soothing sapphire spheroid
in the sweet vanilla summery sky.
2mon

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