Good morning from Lloyd where I do not feel like a bad ass at all any more, that is over, done, and here I am, just an old woman again with her chickens and her cats and her darling husband whose birthday it is today.
Lord. I'm tired.
I am trying very hard to decide how to write about my trip. I don't want to let it go. I want to make it something that I can look back on and use to remember. I am not sure where to start.
Right now I am eating some watermelon that Mr. Moon cut up and an egg that Camellia laid which I scrambled. I am thinking of the breakfast that our landlady and her daughter made for us every morning.
First, coffee. It came in a nice little pot whose sister pot held hot milk. There were sugar and honey to go with. There was always a plate for each of us with cut-up pineapple, banana, mango, guava, papaya and watermelon. And an egg with carrots and cucumbers on the side. And a basket with bread. And a plate with cheese, guava paste, and butter. And a liquado- a smoothie of sorts, every day a different fruit being the main ingredient.
I couldn't possibly eat it all and to even touch it seemed like a small desecration of an art work.
I couldn't possibly express to Miranda, our hostess, how much I appreciated and enjoyed that breakfast. She spoke no English and my Spanish was vastly too small and inadequate.
I kept finding myself crying at the oddest times in Cuba, once in the art museum with such intensity that our group leader, Soledad, asked me with great concern if I was all right.
Lis, my knowing sister-woman, said, "She does this. She's fine."
And I was. But I couldn't stop crying.
A friend we'd made who was with us, a beautiful young man named Feliz, put his arms around me and said, "No, don't cry. Don't cry, Mary."
"It's okay," I told him. "It's just my heart is too much right now."
He nestled his head between my head and shoulder, and patted me.
Can you guess I am crying now?
I bought a poster of the picture which made me cry and I still can't tell you exactly what it is about that picture that burst my heart in two.
And here is a link to a website about the artist, Thomas Sanchez.
That work is entitled "Relacion."
If I have ever seen anything which represents "all is one" better than that, I don't know what it is. Perhaps that is why it makes me cry.
And now I think perhaps I should go start some laundry.
This and that picture has made me cry, too. Thank you, Mary.ReplyDelete
Welcome home. Every bit of this was beautiful.ReplyDelete
Oh Mary. I have no words. I too am crying lots. Watched a show about crossing Cuba by train thinking of you and crying. Britain is crazy. Looking forward to more Cuba. Maggi xReplyDelete
I understand why going out in the world is too much.
I feel like I have seen that painting before, long ago, but I don't know that I could have. Hmm.
Ah, Mary, you are out in the world with no skin, just emotion and feeling, all heart. It's a beautiful thing, and sometimes it makes you cry. It's ok. I'd rather you be in the world exactly as you are. You make this earth a more loving place every day.ReplyDelete
You beautiful soul. Now I'm crying, too.ReplyDelete
A piece of fiction? A group of short stories? I'd love to read more fiction by you.ReplyDelete
I'd love to see your photos and words put together in a little book. Maybe a print as you buy one? This post is so perfect. It would be lovely to have them all together.ReplyDelete
It's a beautiful work of art, very moving.ReplyDelete
Wishing many happy returns of the day to Mr. Moon!
Shit! Just posted and lost it. Maybe. Sorry if you get this twice. Welcome home!can't wait to hear more and more. I'm guessing it will take some time to absorb it all. Happy birthday to Glen. Big hugs to you both. XXOOReplyDelete
Happy birthday Mr. Moon! That is a stunning painting. My world feels right again now that you are writing here again. Thank you for your beautiful heart and for sharing your gift of words.ReplyDelete
So good to know your heart is full from your adventure, and overflowing upon your return home. Just seeing the breakfast your host prepared so lovingly brought me to tears. Lots of love going on there. I look forward to hearing and seeing more...... happy to have you back!ReplyDelete
OK, a scripture for you about your trip.ReplyDelete
...but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often.
Beautiful post! Best to Mr Moon!ReplyDelete
I think you should let your Cuba stories just flow organically, like in this blog post. A little of Lloyd happenings intermingled with your Cuba memories. I'm sure we will all enjoy hearing your stories no matter how you choose to share them.ReplyDelete
I remember the time I stepped off a bus to view the Vietnam Memorial and burst into tears. I was so overcome with emotion, I could not control it. There were many sad faces there but no one else sobbing like me. I only knew one guy that was killed there and we were more acquaintances than friends, but that memorial just took me down. I had to go back on the bus to calm myself down. That picture is beautiful, I would love to see it with my eyes.
Happy birthday wishes to your special man!
I don't doubt that trying to summarize this life-changing trip leaves you unsure where to begin. But this is a good start. :)ReplyDelete
it's okay to not always have the words to describe a feeling.ReplyDelete
i'm glad the trip has been a catalyst of sorts for you. be well and please give my best to your darling mr. moon on his birthday!