The chicks spent most of the day in the entrance to the hen house, wallowing in the hay. They luxuriated in it and whenever I'd go to check on them, they'd run out to greet me, then settle back to wallow some more. Maurice follows us outside whenever we go, not to interact with us, but just to keep watch. I feel very comforted by her presence.
I actually packed most of my my clothes. Skirts, two pairs of shorts, a lot of shirts, some dresses. Bathing suits. Haven't packed my underwear yet but I will.
Now I'm in the process of deciding what to take out of the suitcase. I am trying to be very honest with myself about what I will actually wear and what I just have a fantasy about wearing. I am going to wear one pair of shoes (good idea, right?) and take one more pair. That will do. No fancy footwear required for Cozumel. No fancy anything required but I do love to get dressed of an evening to go out with my handsome husband for our supper. It is a huge part of my enjoyment. To do my eyes with glitter, to wear something that makes me feel pretty. Ritual. Custom. Respect for the joyful purpose of our trip which is to reclaim all of that which made us fall in love in the first place. There are rites which must be observed, spells which must be cast. They include glitter eye-liner and dresses and jangling silver bracelets, bare shoulders, hair and skin clean after the day's snorkeling or swimming, lotion, perfume.
For me, at least.
No. I am not taking any overalls to Cozumel.
It would not be fitting. Somehow, I do not think Ixchel would approve.
Perhaps I was a Mayan woman in a former lifetime, expected to make a pilgrimage to Cozumel, sacred to that goddess of the moon, fertility, the sea, the ocean, writing, weaving. Maybe that is why I am so drawn to the island.
Good as any other reason I can come up with.
Ixchel and the Virgin of Guadalupe. They have been assimilated and both are well-represented everywhere on the island. The picture above is a fountain by the water downtown. Here is a picture of Jessie and me when she and Vergil visited us there two and a half years ago. I stole it from the Facebook.
Vergil just called to wish me happy Mother's Day.
I could not have asked for a better day.
I'm going to go cook some eggs laid by my mother hens. I am getting ready to go to the island where mothers are worshipped. I live under the matriarchal oaks. The mother moon will be full the night before we get to the island. I will watch her rise over the Caribbean and wane until I leave.
If I leave.
Oh. You know I will. These oaks, my grandchildren, my chickens, my home are all here.
But oh, how I will worship while I am gone with glitter and love and sunsets.