Friday: Memories of the calm in the middle of the storm

As the hurricane approaches the Yucatan, I am filled with memories.



My first trip to Mexico was for a very sad occasion. It was a family trip to return half of my father-in-laws ashes to his country of birth. He had chosen to live his last years in a small fishing village in Yucatan. The place was amazing.



One evening Mark and I were upstairs where we could see the ocean. A storm was gathering and it was chilly and damp. The waves grew larger and the winds grew stronger. We were filled with admiration for the power of Mother Nature when she is whipping up the fury of her energies to cleanse the earth so it could be renewed again.



While her fury was frightening it was also emotionally empowering. We did not need to talk, we only needed to be still in the middle of the storm.



In the midst of the chaos Mother was creating, we both felt a sense of peace. We shared a moment of pure awe as the house stood sturdy and steady and wrapped a cocoon around us in a warm embrace of concrete, glass and steel.



While we had come to mourn Antonio, we were gifted healing from the divine Mother as her tears washed away ours. The morning came. The storm passed. And as the sun rose to warm the sand and sea, we walked along the shore discovering tokens deposited on the beach ... gifts from the sea brought to us by the storm the night before.



Myriam Maytorena, M.Ed.
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