Hello. Remember me? How’s it going?

HHHhhmmm.. Yes, for me as well, life has just been amazing lately….

It has not been because of a lack of subject mater to share in this space that I haven’t written a blog to share but more because I have been working on living the NOW (it can be a difficult thing to do) and not always through the eye of my cell phone, camera, webcam, that I have purposely not written about the amazing happenings of life. Is it Selfishness? A case of bad writer’s etiquette? Amateurish or what? Can we just call it a, “Writer’s Silent Moment?”

Let’s fast-forward to this moment, on The Monicles #43: truth is that a cycle needed to be closed and it was, a wound need to be healed and it was.
There was a life(time) that was brought back to memory because I AM and it was. A release was set free as it need to be and it was, love is/was abundantly shared and felt and it is, tears were shed in all flavors of joy, sadness, laughter and they cleansed and so it was when I went to a family reunion in the tiny town of Santa Rosa de Cabel, Risaralda, Colombia, South America.

“Oh, no! Not a family reunion to “celebrate” the 10-year anniversary of my mother’s passing?!
“Why not?... It’ll be “fun”…. Everyone is asking about you…”
“No way, I’m not going -it’d be like ripping my heart out, throwing it on the ground, stepping on, kicking it and then why not just stab it a few times and then jump up and down on it- painful?”

But I went it was meant to happen.

TYLER PERRY, THE MALE OPRAH: I BELIEVE IN YOU, MAN! FAMILIES CAN LAUGH AT EACH OTHER LOVE AND COME TOGETHER IN THE END

It was simply an amazing journey, on so many levels. I AM so grateful for having gone. I AM so glad I had the courage to test my level of tolerance to the situation. I thought that seeing my aunts and cousins faces, being in my mother’s town would make me very sad but instead to see their faces was a chance to see different glimpses of my mom in their gestures and appearance and they saw her in me, (!) I really wasn’t prepared for that view…but wow.

I went following the wisdom/advice of my dearest friend Kelly, who said to me,

“Go. Love and be loved”

And so I did and also… somersaulted down a hill, twice, a dip in the “not so clean” river, walked barefoot through the countryside breathing in the cool mountain air, met and worked with a Shaman, learned about the Mayans symbols, stuck out like the Gringa that I AM and loved every moment of it, even when the overwhelming emotions of the reason we had come together knocked me down, I was grateful to be within the love of family, familiar ground and my roots meant to heal and be healed and to say the things we should never leave unsaid: you are loved, forgive me, I love you.