why we write
it has been a while since i wrote a post here. in the moths that have gone by since our arrival on the island everyday seems like i get further and further from my technological brain. the idea of typing a post become foggy. but the truth is that i am part of a technological age and blogging has become a part of my life. summer here was quite busy, beautiful, bountiful and fun. between ska concerts and festivals, selling at the farmer’s market and attending potlucks, the summer came and went. I finally swam on the lake which after the first chill becomes quite a soothing experience. water in all its forms is quite the healer. it has been a while since i bathed in sweet water. the last time we were in mexico in my granfather’s village, my cousins took us through an hour hike across corn fields, mango trees and cows just to get to the perfect swimming spot. a river that crossed a mountain valley cutting through coffee plantations. it was really hot there. the lake here seems to be a totally different world though, you can feel when you swim that it is ancient water, its makes a difference that it’s quite clean (or so its seems), a lake though has its own stories to tell.
our daughter turned 3. she was gifted a fairy dress and a delicious ice cream cake decorated with berries and flowers. Our friends came to visit us from Newark and for a moment, as if suspended in time, I couldn’t tell where i was. Island life is drastically different from anything else i have ever experienced, and to have the presence of our city family was almost a shock to my system. As if for a moment i had forgotten I lived in a city once, the biggest city ever. My son is learning to crawl, though I could say he is crawling, just barely six months. His bottom left tooth is coming out, which is another confirmation to my observation of him being left handed. He fell of a trailer bed today, pretty far down, as usual with children, first the silence from shock, and then the real screaming cry begins. I held his shaking body, inspecting it, not a scratch, but what a shock, to all of us. In a minute though he was smilling, looking for the next thing to grab. And that has been him, ready for what is next, quite ahead of his time. I am preparing myself for what he is bringing along. Each stage is a hurricane.
Ceiba in the other hand, has proven to be the sweetest open heart i have ever met. She is ready to help, and has been a true testament to the abundant grace of giving. well my boy woke up, so this is where it shall end for today.