Last month Tess had a big birthday...the kiddo turned 30 so we treated ourselves to a little getaway celebration to Puerto Morelos. Stormy skies made for dramatic backdrops, hot and perfect for down time relaxation. A side trip to a special cenote but mostly just hanging out...
Always fun making special memories...
Already...I want to go back...sifting through images, making a book
of lazy days and sunshine...ocean breezes
the locals
that tended to get a bit too up close and personal
making for sweet dreams
Just back...shaking out the sand and sorting through it all. What an amazing little getaway, wished we'd have book it for a few days more. Rancho Sak-Ol in Puerto Morelos in the Yucatan.
Days of snorkling on the beautiful coral reef...second largest only to the Great Barrier Reef, lots of walking the beach, collecting shells and coral, lounging, reading...great food, rusty bikes perfect for exploring the little town.
Paradise indeed
capturing beautiful little details
of bits of washed up corals and shells and seaweeds
days spent just lying on the beach...watching people, jumping into the blue blue water when we got too hot...
eating beach food...a spot of our own for the entire day with lounge chairs, table, umbrella...many good books...Phillipe bringing us cold cervezas
then the short walk back to our very own little piece of paradise...
past the expected...
and the unexpected
to our little casita...
for a bit of a siesta before heading back into town to find dinner
then do it all again the next day...
The portals of Pozos...a look back to the past of a people, of a culture
layers of portals that symbolize...to me...the portals we all will travel
this trip to Pozos an experience that resides deep within me...still
in these old stone walls...stories unfold, combining rich traditions of the people of Pozos...then and now, and one that we were honored to witness
I wrote the following after experiencing the Procession of the Flowers
Walking in the footsteps of so many...
wtih so many
Led by the steady beat of the drum
Led by the dead...family members, a melding of cultures
all the dead leading us, yet walking right beside us
Butterflies follow, flit among the procession
always walking
the beat of the heart,
of a culture
of a people
and then
I felt them...I saw them...so vivedly
my dad, his smile bright and light
Helen, Greg...Lise...my grandparents
all
I saw them...I felt them
this poem from my heart for Haiku My Heart
Here I am.
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