Sunday, December 25, 2011

Soft Air, Soft Light, Soft Love

You're going to get tired of pictures that look like this.
Oh, too damn bad.
I'm not.

Merry Christmas, y'all.

This might just be the best Christmas of my entire life.

I am so glad to be here. And yes, I cried and sobbed when we flew in. I was sitting there thinking that I didn't even feel a bit like crying. Ah-lah, the magic might be gone. And then it came over me like a fit of being taken-hold of and shaken until the sobs forced themselves out of me.

And thus- I knew I was home again. Or at least, this other home. This home of my woman-soul because I think that is what it is.

We are about to go downstairs and eat our Christmas breakfast. Papaya will be involved. The water is indescribable. The crackles sing their melodious note. The water boils in the tiny bay below me. We walked to town last night and my feet reclaimed this place. We passed the jungle and the huge estate on the water of where El Presidente of Mexico has a home. The walls were huge and covered in vines and giant trumpet flowers bloomed in the darkness.

"Thank-you for coming back," said the man who has been welcoming us to Plaza Leza for twenty-four years. We gave the musicians ten dollars for which they played us three songs. Same faces as forever. Beat-up old guitars, notes coming forth, voices.

The water below me just gets bluer and bluer. And greener and greener. As if it covered emeralds and saphires. I just discovered that spell check here is in Spanish so I am on my own with that. If I make mistakes, forgive me.

Merry Christmas.
Oh, so merry Christmas.


  1. Oh how perfect to read this your magic place and how you are its queen without a doubt. I adore you. Blue and green and o o o the sea. It is dark here and 42 degrees and raining but inside it is merry and the house is filled with presents and chocolate and cheese and candles lit on every surface and my wv is : ablest and I guess I am able as well as ablest three headed dogs no matter what.
    love to you and Mr. Moon,

  2. I know your cry feeling exactly for what it is. I have it when we land or arrive in New Mexico... I want to kiss the ground. Of course you have water in your home spot and I don't... But the white gypsum is not bad either. Enjoy the waves, greens, blues, emeralds, and may the Mariachi be with you!

  3. Merry Christmas, Ms. Moon! May the force be ever with you. Amen. And such love.

  4. Beautiful place. So glad you are enjoying the day. Have a great breakfast!

  5. Merry Christmas to you,too! I think a bit of all of us is right there with you.

  6. So glad it is all as it should be.

    Merry Christmas, darling.

    Love, Lo

  7. Yay! Merry Christmas, sweet thang!

  8. This is like a gift, what sweet treasure. Merry Christmas and love to you.

    xo dd

  9. "Thank you for coming back."

    How sweet is that???

    What about Jessie and Vergil?

  10. Dreamy.... I can see you as a mermaid. It works.

  11. i felt like this when we walked into our home after trucking all our worldly goods into it, knowing it was the place we were supposed to be...knowing it was ours.....

    blessings to all


  12. And a belated Merry Christmas to you! I was thinking of you, if that counts for anything.

    I am so glad you are having such a fine time.




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