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Paradise Lost
There is a wordless
feeling that has been with me as far back as I can remember remembering.
Awe, sadness, longing, grief, anguish, exhultation would be part
of the definition of this emotion if it had a name. It hit me forcefully
the last time I visited Puerto Rico. I had just gotten out of my
car in Santurce. Right next to where I parked there were several
ceibas whose buttressed roots had encrusted themselves into and
around a cement wall. They had endured in this uncomfortable and
marvelous accommodation for many years.
I walked around for the next couple of weeks unable to shake the
effect of that emotion coloring everything I looked at, even my
own image in the mirror. A quietness of spirit was restored only
after these images were done. I stand watchfully, for I know that
this feeling will be back. And I sense that paying close attention
is at the center of the role that I have chosen in this life.
I now accept
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