Driving a few miles away from noisy—and often unruly—Metro Manila, then arriving in a quiet farm owned by a couple at whose wedding I was a ninang (principal sponsor), was like waking up the dormant memories of my growing-up years in a small town.
This trip was planned during our get-together at home with eight X’s. Although many were invited, only the same exact planners had time to meet up again.
For me, the trip was nostalgic. . . rustic tranquility; quiet life; serene environment; sensory pleasures of nature—fresh air, open fields, wild flowers, fruit-bearing trees, and blue sky with fluffy clouds.
The charm of a farm lies in its scenic landscape and open spaces, where natural beauty combines with mental recalibration: slowing down and reconnecting with the simplicity of one’s roots. Like a homecoming to the pastoral pulse of my youth. So calming.
In addition to all that, the farm has all the amenities of urban dwelling. The house is constructed to be see-through. From all angles and sides, one can enjoy unobstructed view of the farm. And there’s a viewing roof deck, where one can watch the fiery and fabulous sunset.
In all, another beautiful encounter with these long-time friends dear to me—in a place away from traffic snarls—can’t be put in words. Grace can never be fully defined. The fact that this farm is personally shepherded with a watchful eye by one of my favorite couples (once top-tier leaders in the workplace), is like bagging the big one.
(Allow me to gush: if you want to experience the calming warmth of a farm as we did, you can. Maya's Farmhouse it is!)
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