[photo] Carmellite Monastery

Started by Scott, January 13, 2008, 06:40:30 PM

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Scott

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itlog sano, naa ka? para offering

dinhi mitagu si former Pres. Cory Aquino usa ka adlaw sa Martial Law years

photography: RV Escatron



I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

C2H4

I loved going to the Carmelite sisters when I lived in Cebu. It is a sanctuary, my quiet place amidst the hustle and the bustle of life.

Thanks for sharing this, Scott.

If you're going through hell...keep on going...

Scott


I loved going to the Carmelite sisters when I lived in Cebu. It is a sanctuary, my quiet place amidst the hustle and the bustle of life.

Thanks for sharing this, Scott.


It's a pleasure Thel.
Makapanghinuklug jud didto, inubanan sa mga langgam nga maglupadlupad sa sulud sa simbahon.
wala ra ta mag abut didtu sa?

Naa ko didtu kada alas 7:00 sa buntag before log in time, Lunes ngadtu Biernes--kadtung wala pa ma busy.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

C2H4

I don't go there everyday kay medyo layo layo man gud ang Mabolo sa Urgello (where I lived). But I did go quite regularly. Moadto pud ko Pink Sisters. Labi na adtong time nga nag abot abot ang mga problema. I sometimes go to Carmelite just to cry, magpa gawas sa gibati. I just cry quietly, of course.
If you're going through hell...keep on going...

Scott


I don't go there everyday kay medyo layo layo man gud ang Mabolo sa Urgello (where I lived). But I did go quite regularly. Moadto pud ko Pink Sisters. Labi na adtong time nga nag abot abot ang mga problema. I sometimes go to Carmelite just to cry, magpa gawas sa gibati. I just cry quietly, of course.

Oh, I see. Abi naku'g ikaw tu akung nakit-an nga ga dunguy-nguy sa Carmeliite sa una. hheheh. JUK :)

I've never been to the Pink Sister's convent in Banilad though. Kadtu rang Pink Sister Convent sa New Manila, duol ra pod sa Carmellite New Manila.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda