It All Came From Liking Honey Too Much

the things i carried with me

there, my spain:
dove chocolates & promises
¨the world may change us, but we start & end with family¨

songs to feel the love while flying high
¨let it be¨ & the melodies of feist, twisted sister promises ¨i´ll be home for christmas¨

pictures of those i love lived on my spanish hacienda wall for four months


here, my home:
gifts for giving
adorn yourselves with these european delights

food for sharing
taste the christmas joys of spain, marzipan & chocolate

beatles & the kinks, records to give me hope

london.

knowledge learned
Velázquez & his brush strokes
el Greco & his Toledo truth in precision
a history of a staircase plays theatre & the power of choice, i recognize myself
the catholic kings & Spain’s saga
por ti, para mi
¨no pasa nada¨

an ending wonderful
tears in the arms of my family, both given & chosen
remember when i lived in spain for four moths?
it was broken, & it was beautiful,
& i have grown, but will not see the fruit of these honey dripping siesta months until my heart is ready to be surprised
i have left those spicy dirty streets
& will not regret them
will not let Spain beat me
i have lived, laughed, cried, hoped, & loved all under a spanish sun
remember when i lived in spain for 4 months?
it was broken, & it was beautiful


"we've already said goodbye/since you gotta go oh you'd better go now/go now/go now before you see me cry"- the moody blues

oh my, i suppose it all came from liking honey too much
love,
cyn