Wishing and Wanting

Wishing and Wanting

A Story by Crowley
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...Isla Holbox Mexico is one of m favorite places in the world.

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     Out of breath and filled with summers salty tang, I strolled the sand. Mexico stretched out before me in sandy strips and sturdy palapas. The comings and goings of locals filled with responsibility instead of fear, time slowing to a practical pace as the birds minded the incoming tides. I thought about the relationship between man and the places that he chooses to live and figure that only a handful of people that I know, actually get to make that choice.  I think about how any place but home, can be romanticized to a point that we are sure that we should be living there, our vacations and work trips never really long or complete enough to make those kinds of judgments, and let’s not forget the smiling faces and waiting hands of the service industry making sure that we feel like royalty. I feel like I would live in Mexico if I had the chance, the people warm and welcoming by most standards and absent is the strict pace of corporate America and our well-worn prejudices. I know I would miss the access, convenience and security provided me in my homeland.  For today I will walk the beach, try to speak with people in my broken Spanish and enjoy a beer under the blue sky and bathe in the sea breezes. I will dream of living in a place that caresses my heart and soul. I will be joyful about my return trip to my home where I have family and friends that cloak me in unconditional love and patience for my shortcomings. Today I will be grateful that I got to visit another land and see how other people have rooted and thrived for centuries.  Today I will be happy to be me.


© 2018 Crowley


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"I thought about the relationship between man and the places that he chooses to live and figure that only a handful of people that I know, actually get to make that choice."

You're so right when you say this, Crowley. Only a handful of lucky people, I guess. As a person who's so far been dreaming of getting out of my own country, I relate too much with this write of yours. Although yes, you're right too in saying the comforts of the homeland is beyond comparable, still, a (wo)man can dream haha
This is one great write!

Posted 6 Years Ago


This feels like you're letting us in to ramble inside your head & I enjoyed taking a gander around up there! *wink! wink!* Some people know exactly where they're meant to live & others live in places while feeling they have no other choice. I love the way your pondering ramble around your favorite Mexico haunts brought on a variety of thoughts on where to live. I dreamed of Montana all my life, even named a favorite German Shepherd "Montana" . . . but deep down I knew I could never do those winters, so I knew Montana would only be a dream for me. Also, many people romanticize living in the country like I do, but they are not prepared for what it takes to be isolated & doing things the hard way (more physical labor, etc) Thanks for taking us on the journey your mind takes as you decide on your power spot (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


' I will dream of living in a place that caresses my heart and soul. I will be joyful about my return trip to my home where I have family and friends that cloak me in unconditional love and patience for my shortcomings. Today I will be grateful that I got to visit another land and see how other people have rooted and thrived for centuries. Today I will be happy to be me.'

To start a love affair with a place, travel the experience then, end with the above, has to have every emotion lurking in his/her body. Your description defies the art of reining in emotions, of leaving them safe.. you have explored, felt comfortable and yet, still yearn for the nest that calls you home. Seems places like faces can be loved to the same degree, each in sincere surety. A great write, Crowley.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Sorry it took so ling to respond, cuz I love it when you come out to read. I love to travel, especia.. read more
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

Sometimes, it's right to hide away a while. But, saying that, your writing should always show its f.. read more
such a wonderful place.. but still a home is where the heart is so whatever part of the world it is, nothing beats where your heart has been filled with happiness that is totally incomparable

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks Sette!!!
I think I just need to read you more when Im feeling bleek. You have this vigor that i want to breathe all in! Its rather intoxicating....I always think to myself...yes, waiter Ill have what he is having:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

That would be a Vodka Soda with Berry Pomegranate Mio and a bowl of spicy queso dips and chips.
Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks, I am glad I can make someone feel good!!
Gypsy Warrior Queen

6 Years Ago

If it would make me half as gooda writer as you I would deal with the reactions! :)
There are many places that can touch our spirit in one way or another, but home will always be home. Home is where the heart is. The spirit will always wander freely. Lovely lines here Crowley.

Chris


Posted 6 Years Ago



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