Clearly I wrote this weeks ago and just never got around to posting. For the sake of my online journal …. maybe better late than never.
For me, the passage of time is measured by the seasons. Each season unfolding with signature plantings, celebrations and quiet times. I am a celebrator. Always have been. I love all the trimmings, gathering moments unique to the moment in time, memories to be made.
Our home is a reflection of my passions. These days, stars and stripes, quilts, hydrangeas, hosta plants and books abound.
For as long as I can remember patriotism runs deep in who I am. I was the kid who loved reciting the pledge of allegiance. I always wanted to own my own home so I could display our our flag. I still cry each and every time I hear the Star Spangled Banner. And the day I was sworn in as a naturalized citizen, I brought my own flag to hold and I pledge my allegiance. A few weekends ago our girl child gifted me with bouquets of flags. YAY Bouquets to brighten little corners of our home. Hurray for the red white and blue.
This year the Mr and I were home alone for Independence Day weekend . We had enjoyed simple meals, quiet reading by the pool and afternoons chatting on the deck. One night I proclaimed, “let’s watch a movie tonight!”. He suggested a movie about the Cuban revolution. The suggestion was not exactly my general to go of a romantic comedy or a British TV series. Yet, a movie I wanted to watch for a long time so we grabbed some snacks, a quilt, throw pillows and settled in.
I danced in my seat to the Latin tunes, turned my head during the violent God Father like scenes and cried. The movie gave life to the stories my family shared about life in Havana during the revolution. A good part of the movie took place when I was born. I was thinking about my parents and siblings and bringing home a new baby with gun fire in the streets.
I cried when I saw the beautiful city filled with life and people so passionate about their city. I cried as I watched family sitting around the table sharing a Sunday meal … all together as a family fearful of what the future would hold. I cried when the revolutionary nephew delivered a message from Castro the government was confiscating the man’s land, crops and homestead as the government took over everything.
But what broke me and caused me to sob was the scene when the main character was preparing to leave his city on a flight to New York City. As the soldiers took his family treasures, demanding the family ring from his finger, his fathers pocket watch …… and I remembered the stories of my parents leaving Havana. The soldiers taking my Mother’s wedding rings.
In that moment the movie brought to life what it must have been like for my parents to leave their lost city.
Freedom, liberty, pursuit of happiness are treasures.
We are a blessed people. I am a Cuban American. Holding fast to the heritage of my family and living deeply grateful for freedoms we hold dear.
feathers from my nest …… many weeks later … giggle