Rambling Roads 🏵

It’s an old world, one I enjoy.     The lilt of Spanish, the coziness of   la plaza ,   dando la vuelta , a slow way of life, savored like wine.     Time to   saludar y platicar con todo el mundo .     The direct way of speaking, full of dramatic gestures and booming voices.     La  frutería / la carnicería / la bodega.     The soft rhythm of time strolling across the sky.    La comida  casually blending into   la cena  with the fragrance of   una copa .     Friendships that last a lifetime and family that ties you to the earth.     Architecture that tucks seamlessly into the landscape, all curves and   flores salvages  reclaiming the upturned stone.     Buildings soak in history, cool caves wind like a labyrinth beneath our feet.     La gente anda , comfortable in their own skin;   mi amor/mi cielo  rolling like water off their...

Sometimes you meet people and instantly know They were placed en tu camino  for a reason. The rhythm  en  su voz Reverberates with a familiar cadence Como una llama que baila en el viento pero de repente  grows still,  rises  erguida And you find yourself holding your breath in recognition of a Great Soul. Speaking to you  through a held glance, a soft touch. Brushing your skin in passing  like angel whispers. Pulling you out of the crowd, curando el espíritu. Un simple soplado de aire. En un sonido – rodondo, sensual y sagrado - blowing healing breath through the curved spiral of horn. “La vida es ritmo. Ritmo es vida” This blessed ancient cry,  rising as if from the heart of the earth, carries us through time. Una huella que nos identifica como humano. The kiss that brings us to life, a tingling in the skin. “Bésame.   Bésame mucho.   Como s...

Your breath called me over the sea. My body tense, resistant, stubborn. But today I felt Your air on me Kiss of angels’ wings Whispered across my skin And my pores opened to hear You. Sudden intake of air to recover what I once lost. Like a precious trinket,  shimmering beneath the water, I remembered the innocence you stole the last time I walked this earth. You stole what was never yours. And now She calls me back to reclaim it. And I run,  muscles strong, lion ink bold on my arm. Music pounds in my veins, as I find my way back. To hold you, to console you, to tell you it will all be all right. That we overcome and rise above in the end. Looking back, it is he who turns to dust. And I walk triumphant into the sunset.

Time bends when I am with you. 30 minutes can feel like 3 days. 6 months, a lifetime. Space stretches to embrace us. You may be halfway around the world, but we share the same air. Our hearts still beat in unison and our laughter sends ripples  across the ocean. I close my eyes and  touch my toes to the sweet kiss of water, radiating from your shores. Your sparkling eyes gaze at me lovingly  from Her reflection. She, our willing messenger. Even the mountains and rocks  seem to recognize us. Reincarnation of  Savitri, the love that breaks  the chains of time, of lifetimes. To have found each other again in this one, after such a long, arduous journey, is a gift I treasure. Fully aware I am living on borrowed time, I am grateful. It is this awareness that allows us to sink below the surface and savor the moments granted, Shimmering in water, as the precious treasures They are.