I come to you arriving in a setting of madness, seeking my way – less blindly this time than last – to your welcoming face and the bed you offer. At the end of first night, the sun taps its’ golden fingers on my window and I wonder if it is not wrong that it is so. Should there not have just been screens and not this conditioned air encasement?
It matters less each time and in my haste to be enveloped in your charms I run to the door and almost fumble as I make my way outside where you make my skin warm. Slowly at first, I am accosted by the floating aroma of coconut oil as it bathes my senses. My hands, fisted for unknown reasons, open and are soft.
I would never do this from where I am – yet here in this refuge – this place that allows me to be who and what it is that resides so deeply in me , I do the unthinkable by wearing a flowered shirt and dark sunglasses as I eat my days first meal.
True – I have been to other lands and when there they loved me well and allowed me to sleep on their shores. The simpler truth is that here I am not treated well – no – here it is beyond that - here I am coddled and blissfully awakened. Here – I am held warmly by a land and a people and an environment – both physical and in my heart.
This place can be seen all at once as I descend to walk on her soils yet once there I spend endless years finding out more about a small stone I call ‘home away from home’ – and battle my confusion on which home it is I am away from. It is true that once I said, “If only my friends could see me now.” Now I know that for a better part of my life, my friends await me.
At the end of the last night, the sun taps its’ golden fingers on my window and I wonder if it is not wrong that it is so. Should there not have just been screens and not this conditioned air encasement? As wheels tuck in and steel wings work I look down and whisper to your soil.
“Aruba – you are now and always will be my purest love and I hope that this visit was as good for you as it was for me.”