Maternal energy abounds on
the isle of Puerto Rico. It wraps around you like a warm hug. Mama, the core of
the family earns her place with a loving vigilance. She touches and caresses,
while suggesting what you should be
doing.
Have
something to eat. What can I get you to drink? Those
are the tools of caring, that bring Puerto Rican hearts home. Daughters and
sons sit at the table to tell mama all about it. She listens and asks
questions. When she tells the hard truths, you know that she’s right.
In Mundelein, Illinois, I
met a woman exuding the mother love energy. Her smile and make it right resolve
captivated me. I had to have someone like that in my life. No matter what the
universe threw at her, she handled it, believing that God would be there for
her and her family.
Her dream of retiring on the
island of her ancestors became reality. God blessed her with a beautiful home
overlooking the ocean. When God blesses a friend in the circle, all in the
circle are blessed, and so I visited my friend in Puerto Rico. Of all the
places in the world I dreamed of visiting, this wasn’t one. This was my husband’s
dream.
Her love and joy showing off
her island infected us. Gracious rituals seduced us. The simple way a person
passing your table in a restaurant says, “Buen probecho,” brings a dollop of
love to the day.
Puerto Rico, the curve ball
blessing of our lives came from the grace of my love for a wonderful wild woman
of Puerto Rico.
Thank you for loving me and
being in my life.
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