But I’m madly in love with my husband, and love makes you say yes, sometimes, when what you really mean is no way, you’re crazy, 911, help! This man is trying to kill me!
The Day Before
We’re awake no more than ten minutes before Tree announces “I’m sick,” which means total shutdown in our family. Granted, to his credit, he behaves the same whether it’s double foot surgery or the sniffles: he lies in bed, refuses medicine, and insists on working until he passes out with his head in his laptop.
4:05– Tree finds me moaning on the kitchen floor. I’m hunkered over the French press like it’s a football, and I just got pancaked by a 300 pound linebacker. He helps me back to the room to assess the situation. “Are you going to shower?” “No.” “Are you going to get dressed?” “No.” “Can you travel?” “Yes.” There I go again, saying yes when I really mean no.
6:00- We arrive. Tree parks me on a seat with his big heavy backpack and tells me that when he gets close to the check-in counter to meet him in line.
2:00- Taxi is waiting for us, arranged by Gecko Tours. It’s boiling here! We drive an hour to Cuidad Bolivar.
“Religion” comes from the Latin religio, which means to bind together again.
It’s the same linguistic root as ligament. Throughout the ages we have always sought connection with higher powers in the sky or beneath the earth, or with ancestors living in other realms, and we have also bonded with one another in spiritual fellowship. This longing to transcend our bodies–to transcend our shit–to feel connected to something bigger than self, will always be with us.
We are all connected going back to the beginning of the Cosmic Mystery. I don’t understand it–the Spiritus Mundi–but this feeling of belonging to the Whole is nonetheless very immediate, and experienced, and known. It becomes a part of my fabric, the part that most deeply celebrates the fact that I am alive, the part that sustains me through discouragement and loss.
Thank you Angel Falls- Stevie