Traveling Wind

Wind,

You wave all the world’s seas with your whisper,

Mediterranean waters move like monks mediating in your marvel,

You awaken sleeping Cyprus trees who have fallen to rest in fall,

Monkeys limbo through their newly luscious leaves, no longer weak and crisper

Your beautifying breath kisses my cheeks into a ruby rose,

My face full of budding love and life,

You kiss even my nose,

Like Father nature kisses his wife,

Gently,

You shuffle through the Swiss Alps,

And through every mountain peak

You are eager energy, your energy never weak

You rush over the world, over me, over my scalp

Filling my mind with your mystique,

Existing before ancient Greek

You are not scared of time,

Wind, you are a world wonder.

I wish to be you wind,

To awaken myself to all the world,

To wherever I may blow through,

I will travel like you wind, untrapped by windows,

Qui io vengo (here I come)

To softly sail or to enthusiastically escapade,

Lets go wind,

andiamo. (let's go)

-Carolina Dominguez

Monday, March 28, 2011

SICILY, blessed are we

Sicily...
I've used hostel provided bed sheets as a bath towel for a ten second shower in ice cold water "Caro, you're done!?", I've bought prunes that looked liked bananas that I then thought were figs... breakfast "Where's the dried fruit?"  I've hiked a volcanoe with fleas in my pants. I've eaten leftover Sicilian canolies. 
I've hiked Mount Etna with Ernie and Kristin and Chelsea and Elle. A girl's trip. Real Women. Underneath the Earth into lava tunnels with our helmets, flashlights, and Ernie's gear. Red jacket, electric blue pants...let's rock and roll.  I didn't need to duck, my helmet barely touched the lava cave roof. The floor beneath me, like a grandfather's wrinkled face; or the bottom of the ocean floor. I gathered lava rocks in my pockets. Carrying the world with me, this ain't heavy, it's en-lightening.
Hiking up Mount Etna's path, surrounded by snow and dried lava flows, "look at the contrast of black and white." Goofing around, "Don't get to close to the edge." I'm on the edge of exploding from excitement. Mount Etna. Im on top of you; Mount Etna you continue to brew your volcanic stew. I'm brewing with you. Mount Etna, you're a majestic view.
Hopping in Ernie's jeep, shotgun. Let's rocket down this Catania path. "U usually make people keep their helpmets on, the driving is so bad." I'm bouncing around. Ernie stops his car on the side of the street. "You hungry?" We enter wooden doors, no name. Just fresh hanging and dripping cheese, fresh ricotta cheese cut into peices on a paper plate. The cheese man cuts us peices. Cold ricotta cheese melts on my tongue. More cheese please, I never thought I'd say. The world is mine today, more cheese please. Ernie grabs a fresh wheel of bread and a half chunk of cheese. Back in the jeep. "Wait, what to drink. Wine?" Ernie hops out and back into the wooden dears leading to a hidden shop of local treasures. I grab the wheel if bread and am driven to smell it. Ernie hops back in with a 2 liter water bottle full of wine. Three feet away we sit underneath the sun, in front of a church. Ernie pours us wine and cuts the bread and cheese. More food here than the miracle of the multiplication of bread and fish. I am blessed, we are blessed. Blessed life. Blessed lives.
We feast. I stare at my feet...pointing to a statue. PADRE PIO. I am blessed.

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