Beginning Again....

It's been seven years since I first stared caring for my mom. As many of your know, she passed away in our home in Urubamba, Cucsco, Peru several months into the so called pandemic. I'm now over 50 and finding myself at a place where I never thought I'd be. Beginning again. Figuring out a new career path and working to create a new business.

I am still grieving.

I live in Texas again...feeling grateful for all the things I missed in Peru: Barnes and Nobel, Target, Whole Foods, "normal" food to eat, all the Western conveniences.

I'm missing all the things I had in Peru that are not here. Pristine mountain water running along side the house. My Quechua counterpart, Sixta Jordan, and her sweet, rotund husband Pepe.

I miss foraging for wild spinach in the asequia--the water canal that runs through the property that nourished the crops.

I miss going to the gas station with Sixta for some machine made cappuccino and seeing the joy in her eyes because it wasn't something she would ever splurge on for herself. I miss Pancho the sheep she and I nursed back to health.