No matter how long the darkness is or takes, the ride, it always has a deadline. It will pass. All will end one day but how long the journey is or the curvature it will take, is the question that only the Man Upstairs can answer and has because no matter how long the darkness lasts and the thunder roars, joy will always be close by blessing us with its aura, smile and all its glitter, the bright light we so desperate crave, first thing at the dawn. Patience is much required, however and faith is not for the faint of heart. It is one that will test us to the core, requiring much exercise of our fragility and handling of unwanted temptations but sit still and know that tomorrow is always a highway to heaven; I mean, your peace. A great, blessed and groovy weekend to you. Stay safe. Stay well. Stay humble. Love. Joy. Peace. Always. Cheers!
Walking down the strip from picking my free N95 masks, there were four guys gathered around the entrance to the supermarket. They were being a little naughty, with a certain joy however, liting up the skies with zest. Outrem, I would have thrown a fit for the ages, run up to give them a piece of my mind as I am never here for street harrasment. This felt different, however; they were just acting silly.
As I approached the group, one fashionably GQ with a little flair of Don Juan, stood up spontaneously excited, cheerfully throwing his body around as if dancing to the latest salsa music release, shouting “mama work it, work it; mama you look good…” with joy.
I thought he was pointing at someone else but soon realized I was the source of their ecstacy. As if bitten by a tsetse fly, I instinctively embraced the sidewalk and turned it into a runaway of sorts and worked it. I worked it so hard, I forgot the groove, the river, the birds and anything else. I was on my own moon highway to their heaven, walking by the beat of the their drums in one bawl of candy soup. Yes, God must have been crazy but fashion week it wasn’t.
They burst out cheering, jumping to their own joint as their laughter could be heard all the way up the north pole. In heaven they were, entertainment made free and simple.
The show was over just as it started. I smiled. They smiled. I waved. They laughed. I went into the bakery next door. I walked in, two ladies sitting to the left at the small dining table right at the entrance, unceremoniously looked at me from head to toe as if they had just seen a pepperoni pizza flying through the roof or Lady Gaga just walked in.
They sized me up to the square foot of a triangle as if they were having their best queso pastelitos in ages or their mother just put them on time out from eating a frozen frog. Perhaps, I smelled good, looked so devine, like a Cover Girl and they were taking fashion notes for their next Instagram post or they were just been mean catty girls. Whatever it was, happy to have been the source of their amusement but thyself here, want to believe I was radiating joy. I mean, there are always two sides to a coin right? And in twenty four hours, it can always flip and flipping it did.
What they were not aware of, they too were bringing me joy. The day before was the other side of the coin, not so pretty, not so mighty, for the books. The one page you turn as soon as you finish reading it and hang the book on the shelf not to be seen again. But this was the day after.
In the meantime at the doctor’s office, the traveling nurse wanted to know the secret. I told her there wasn’t one. I so happen to have this especial relationship with the sun, a love hate affair like no other. I avoid it like a plague. It makes my day bright, skin scream, the source of my vitamin D. I love it but despise at the same time, fair enough?! There! So, as I reintroduce myself back at this joint, it has been a while, here is to life. Hello back to you!