I am in Mirador, the Jesuit retreat house in Baguio, for another silent retreat. Mirador sits amongst the clouds. Around it are terraces, carved into the mountain, with rock and limestone paths that lead to memorials, images of the saints, Ifugao model houses, and benches looking down into the most picturesque views of Baguio. In the dry season, these views blush with the sunrise, are drowned in the gold of the sunset, sparkle with flowers at noon. In the wet season, as in today, Baguio is shrouded almost completely by mist, and the retreat house is pelted with near-solid rain that thunders with opposing winds.

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