Departure Day
The simple pleasure of a warm cup of coffee with a tender heart, a journal and a world of my own thoughts. The sweet woman at the cafe at the airport who gifted me a coffee reminding me once again…
Pre-departure Gloom to Gratitude
Her wind against my back sends dust and leaves and trash racing in front of my feet. My heart feels ready to surrender to the death of loneliness that I feel approaching. It feels like a tornado of grief about…
Infinite Dream
Thunder trembles through the sky. My first visit back to Cuba since CoVid's insidious destruction of a more prosperous time in Cuba is coming to a close. I am laying wrapped in my towel under the overhang of the patio…
Amor y Amistadt-Love and Friendship
Curled into warm, comforting arms, I feel safe, calm and nurtured. He is quiet, still and fearless of the fever that has taken me over today. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, and completely at peace as thunder trembles across…
Lights Out: Cuba’s Power Problem
The white glowing globe of the full moon hangs between old concrete buildings with rusted metal bars over open windows. The peeling chipped off paint, in bright, but fading, yellows and blues somehow looks beautiful under the moon. The streets…
Cuba’s MLC System
By the installation of the MLC: the government is choking their own people with an overly futuristic ambition in a country crippled by a non-existent economy. Many Cubans are facing a forced inequality with this new system of payment for…
Where Little Ever Changes
The lush green valley embraces me as we pass over the creek, and a decade of memories begin flowing through me. The horse beneath me trots along the dusty dirt road and we move together from town into the magical…
The Gravity of Despair
Crackling thunder and falling rain making rivers out of Trinidad's cobblestone streets bringing trash and debris downstream from the city's center. The rain has been going on for days now, closing down the nightlife and slowing us all down to…
Timeless Love
The soft chuckling of hens scratching around in the brush picking at anything they can find to eat is accompanied by the gentle swish of a broom clearing the walkways of leaves and dust and the occasional thud of falling…
First Impressions
The random, flat thud of mangos falling from the trees form the backdrop of my morning soundscape for my first morning back in Trinidad, Cuba. Coupled with the gentle chatter of song birds, and the not so gentle clucking of…