This morning as I wake to bread and guava jelly made by Nena and black coffee I rise with a grateful heart and the knowledge that I am truly privileged. I am blessed with the love of an aunt in Myce and a cousin in Monkey and I am honoured with the friendship of their amazing family. I must say THANK YOU to each of them for touching my life.
First there are the sipotes, Fiore, quiet and efficient little gallina, and Christian – “No soy ‘Christian’, soy ‘Krristiang’. Soy hondureño, no me gusta como dicen ‘Christian’ en inglés!” (He hates how his name sounds in English so I got pronunciation instructions.) He is funny and stubborn with little man ways in his young form about to burst into adolescence.
And then there is Bo, already a man at 19 with a gentl espirit and a will of iron. It is fascinating to see his will meet the will of Monkey’s in confrontation! She has her little fingers around his heart but he is her match when she steps out of line. His companionship during this trip has reminded me of my own brother, another gentle man of iron, and I am honoured to be his friend.
But the center of this family and the rock on which they lean is Nena. “Ab’ela Nena” Monkey calls her, over and over in a slow chant, but she is Nena to all her friends. A woman of colourful intensity and passion, spirit and integrity, a cancer survivor and a warrior soul, she has been my hostess and my guide, my sage and my joy. And these have been an inspiring four days with her. Her family is blessed to have a lifetime of Nena and everything and everyone in her orbit benefits for her fairness and her gracious generosity.
Monkey and Myce remain in Honduras while I make my way home to my usual life. They will rest in the womb of their family awhile longer and I will miss them very much. Nena has packed me up with her homemade wine and cocoa powder, stories of La Ceiba and treats for my family.
I am sorry to leave these loved ones but will return to my daily life the better for having been with them.
Goodbyes are always difficult with people you love. Today I felt tears tickle the back of my eyes as Fiore hugged me goodbye and Kristiang told me to make sure I took everything with a cheeky little tilt to his head. The morning went quickly – breakfast on the patio and the drive to town to buy queso to take home to my mom. All packed and ready to go, I settled with my Myce on the porch. Monkey took me for a walk in the garden, Fiore climbed the guava tree and Bo cleaned the glass on the truck for our journey… just another afternoon in Honduras. But today I must say goodbye.
The heart-wrenching parting over, I found myself sitting in the waiting room in Aeropuerto Internacional Golosón with a panoramic v iew ofthe mountains. The clouds hung in tendrils over the peaks and slid mysteriously over like a seal sliding into a pool. My goodbyes lingered bittersweet as my bird, Cayman Airways, taxied in.
Only an hour ago I was sat on Nena’s porch looking at another beauty fly toward me. This one was born to fly and with respect I realized I could never have a claim on it. The eagle circled, looking for prey in the lowlands off Nena’s porch. My breath caught as it dipped out of sight only to soar again, likely with something wriggling for its life in its strong beak. The wildness was breathtaking and there was a quickening of our blood as we all stood, eyes to the sky, watching. My camera was packed and I didn’t want to miss a second of the sight of this untamable bird.
But its presence, its wild glory, will stay with me in a place in my heart right next to Nena, Bo, Myce, Monkey and the sipotes. I leave them in the hands of God, La Ceiba and the Eagle.