Yesterday I cried (a la Iyanla). Ugly cry (a la Oprah). Playway mawti mem (the martyr’s cry)! Felt like God or Life has put Dominica- us, in Time Out. News from home one week post Maria overwhelmed me. The messages from #Emonews (you have such a heart for service, Emo! Blessings on you and your children’s children!) lift me up and break my heart at the same time. Make me sick with longing - still - to hear my dad’s voice. I know what’s up. The shock is wearing off. Maria really happened to us, yo! But, because I know I must, because I know we must - or perhaps because I knew if I didn’t I’d end up having to call 911, I made time for self care. Silence. Friends. Family. Massage. Music! A friend sent me the insta-joy release, Pas Larjay (Gordon Henderson?) in the nick of time. Reminded me how Dominicans KNOW how to turn lemons into lemonade (green limes into squash! Hello?). Took a break from the FB pictures. Took a break, period. Today - I feel more like myself again. Hopeful. Excited to think about ways we can nurse Dominica back to feeling like herself again. I feel Present. I remember I’m not alone. I remember we have each other. Plus we have good friends. Above all, we have the I AM (God) who is ever-present. I remember Dominica needs me. Needs you. Needs us. I remember. As #NinthaSabin said yesterday, “Chebay Fort! Pas Larjay!” One Love Peeps!
