a constant longing...
a constant longing for a place that was in my dreams, that was in the stories of my grandmother, a place that defined and gave birth to my roots..a longing for a place that i didnt actually know..but held in my heart.
walking out of the airport, a heat, a sun- a place that called out to me.
i longed for the mountains, for the smell of firewood burning and even for the favela/shanty towns that i saw... for the breeze, and the flowers, for the faces that looked familiar, and for the Hope that had transcended into this girl from Canada.
looking up at these big beautiful trees that had seen generations come and go (Nate you would love these trees :-) i hear music when i see them ;) )
mountains, clothed the interior, mountains that had Mothered the sons and daughters of El Salvador during the struggle and fight for freedom.
30+ years ago these mountains rocked and sustained, its children as they wrote, documents of culture, language, curroption, anguish, dissapearings and assasinations of fellow brothers- mountains that echoed Radio Venceremos (a radio that was banned in El Salvador during the 70-80´s because it was run by the revolutionaries and they aired ArchBishop Romero´s sermons.
I longed for this land that my heart knew, that i could finally put into words and actions what i had felt every time i spoke of El Salvador. Looking out the window..breathing in Truth, Hope was alive in this place and Love was what had cultivated it.
My constant longing was my reality, and a happy one at that.
I am Home
:-)
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