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Sunday’s Week In Review
Remembering The Past Week, In Seven Vignettes
Blue Agave sways in the morning sun, greeting the new day with tendrils waving, to all with eyes to see. I am one of those.
One, with the soft gray blues of early morning. One, with the delicate slender tendrils. I too, wave to each new morning. Wave, with each step I take.
It is this waving, that carries me through my many steps. The steps that create each day. The steps that create all the memories. The stepped memories of this week, and of this lifetime.
Dry palm fronds always recall maps, in my mind. Where I grew up, it was common to see views exactly like this. I have seen this same view in many places.
I have seen them in Hawaii. I have seen them in Australia, and New Zealand. And now I see them in Oaxaca. They are always dry, looking exactly like this, like maps.
As a child I imagined being an ant, and following where one of these strands might take me. Imagined taking shortcuts, by jumping from one strand to another. Imagined the strands that lay crosswise as bridges.
