a year later.....

a year later and it is may and rainy ( warm!) but I am in a very different place in my life.....I marvel at how life changes, twists and curves and transformations occur. On the verge of taking a trip to Cuba which from a very young age has been a dream of mine, is consuming my thoughts lately. The packing, the research, the reading endless books and talking, talking and more talking about all the details and questions is obsolutely thrilling and terrifying all at the same time!

My life has always been mixed with many different little aspects of Puerto Rican, Cuban and American culture, and I see this as a beautiful mosaic that I am very grateful for. This experience of actually going to Cuba is not only fantastic in so many ways that you can continue to read on the official Cuba blog that my classmates and I have prepared, but it is also a stretch as a mother. I will miss my kids and the limited communication from Cuba to the U.S. is huge.....my heart will stretch a bit more.

cold rainy day

It is one of those days, when it is cold, dark and rainy. I love these days. It gives me permission to be cocoon like. It lets me feel blue, go into my Eeyore tone ( as my friends tell me) and indulge in all habits of cozy. I am not bright, I just want to be comforted. Loneliness can set in, and I welcome it. I feel grateful for everything around me; the birds I hear, the kids playing, the quilt on the couch keeping me warm, the kettle bubbling on the stove. I get that warm fuzzy feeling in the middle of my stomach and I wonder, if all of the world is in a little greenhouse with me. The splotches of color outside my cloud-room look like a canvas full of impressionistic portraits. The patter of my kids feet walking around the house create a beautiful song to my ears, as my mind unwinds and melts into the grey rainy skies above me.