Coming Home.

I am home. Home to my home in California. After 6 months and two weeks in Mexico. I feel....so much. Dany is with me, which definitely helps. I have a piece of my Mexico with me. She scared me in the airport. It took her almost an hour to come out of Customs. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. They couldn't take her back from me!!!
As I had just broken into tears out of worry, there she was, crossing the line, into the United States. She made it. There is something about that girl...I have never had a friend like her. She is locked deeply into my heart, and I don't think that compartment can ever be unlocked. Not sure what it is....but it is there....a true friend, and it means the world to me.

Yesterday I went to the Beach, Bolinas actually. I don't know what it is about that place, but it always calls to me. I have never been to Bolinas on a more beautiful day. It was absolutely gorgeous. The sun shining, the water perfect, and the sand warm. We took a picnic, buried ourselves in the sand, ran with the water, found seashells, and made sand angels. It felt so good, and so freeing to be there.

Came home and tried to make quesadillas with Da, which just don't come out the same here. Food is sooooooo much fresher in Mexico it is not even funny. It is going to take awhile to adjust to it all here. Even the markets, no one is there to help me or stop to talk with me because they have time.

It all came crashing down last night, my feelings, I mean. I suddlenly realized I was home, that I had left Mexico. A huge transitioning point, and change. I began to cry, but not out of sadness or anger, just feelings, I began to feel for the world, for the people I met in Mexico, for everything that was given to me and everything I had given. I have gone through a lot in these last seven months. A lot of pain, anger, frustration, work. A lot of love, compassion, children, and friendships. And I feel it all right now. Throughout my body, my chest, the water that runs from my eyes. It feels good though, I feel strong, and ready to move forward, but I feel like I want to continue to tell my story of Mexico, the people that I met, the lessons that I learned, all that I saw, felt, and heard. I feel like I want to give justice to my experience, especially the people that came across my path. Absolutely incredible people, families, parents, children, and grandparents. I feel like I can write a book simply explaining the people. Wonderful people, people whose lives are filled with pain, violence, anger, and joy. Love, and compassion. So I have decided to continue to write, to continue to express myself as a therapy, but more importantly to share with others that in which touched me so, inspires me, and impassions me to keep going. There is a huge light at the end of my tunnel.

More to come. Much more. I am excited.