Updates On Vision
The past 60 days I was out of the country. Being that my LIFe in the US was a bit weird and slow, I took my cousin’s offer and left to help him organize a concert in South America. The concert took place on April 4th and after close to almost 3 months of becoming accustomed to: living on the beach, running through the food markets (which looked like the NYSE except with people holding up veggies, raw meats, spices and LIVE stock) to buy groceries, negotiating prices for almost everything and waking up to faces which I grew to admire, I can easily say that I LOVe NYC but GOD what a privilege it was to see LIFe happen in other parts of the world. There were times I looked at my watch to check US time and would think to my self, “What train would I be catching? Or What would I be doing back in the US right now?” and each realized moment came wrapped with 2 definite reflections, first that I missed my Lil Z (my son Zachary who is 4 yrs wise) and 2nd the WOW of how, my ever evolving appreciation and sincere LOVe for my NO (the woman who taught me ABOUT me, when me wasn’t even trying to learn or LOVe) continued to flourish.
During moments of many challenges in a distant country with moral diversities unlike I have ever cared to embrace, I found myself in situations where I knew not where to turn, look, ask, seek, trust or follow. I had one true friend and brother, Chris Styles (my cousin) and daily I witnessed a grand presence which subsided all the insecurities and frustrations of my new TEMP LIFe overseas, my MOTHER OCEAN, thank you. I have never fallen for such a tremendous, spontaneous, vast depiction of grace so quickly as I did when seeing her amazing WAVES build, lift, sweep across and rise to a glorious crest of blue, grey and amazingly clear water. On many instances I knelt before the shore, waiting to be visited by the last bit of energy her wave contained, as her tide arrived. And in each patient visit I prayed to have my weighing thoughts, feelings, emotions and desires extracted and carried away by my mother. While I waited for that one wave to unexpectedly reach where I knelt, my mind placed orders, requests of a hug from Z, a greet from my closest friends, a warm dish served by the hands of my sister or mother to await me before a television set and most enchantingly the warmth, kiss and caress of my great TEACHER NO. Often times the wave would fiercely splash my face but mysteriously enough when the subtle arrival of the tide would brush my nose and rush past my lips, it felt like the delivery of my inner most sought pleasures.
It was space that my LIFe was endowed with. I was blessed with the opportunity of embracing the things which I didn’t appreciate fully by being placed in a LIFe where none of those things physically existed before me, yet they were exponentially manifested in the most glorious sights my eyes had ever seen. They were represented in the sky at its bluest glares and stripes, the mountains which perhaps I’ll never touch but would forever dream about until my eyes close to dream forever, the stretch of deep green lands full of LIFe and mystery, the blanket of foamy blue ocean which eternally lays with the light from the sun until it is the moons turn and what other silent yet heavenly boisterous beauties my eyes met. My voyage was a spiritual one and a very educational one. Although most of the time I was surrounded by some level of self induced misery by the people around me, it became more evident to me that the most precious thing in LIFe is our time and to reward our time is to reward our LIFe. Interestingly the easiest gift to receive is time, yet it is an abstinence of society to dedicate an extra effort or TIME towards realizing how we never lose our sights, for they are only readjusted to enhance our visions.