Yesterday (Feb 3) was my six month anniversary of my heart surgery.
I am feeling wonderful; eating healthy, alccohol-free (yes, very boring), and getting plenty of exercise. My doctor has given me the green light to lead a normal life, (well, if he really knew me he would know that is impossible).
Yes, I am back, but in a very different way. I will tell you more about that next week. Still positive. Still cherishing every moment. And still very single.
Thanks you for your support.
I hope your day is full of sunshine, smiles, and love.
I am a firm believer of things happening the way they were mean to happen.
Yesterday evening, the Dominican government shutdown all flights through April 30th. Jetblue was not able to accomodate me on the last emergency flight leaving to Costa Rica.
The United States Embassy asked all remaining Americans to find safe shelter to wait out the process. They implied any last emergency flights out of the country may be risky since they suspect several people with coronoavirus symptoms may be trying to escape the island in search of proper medical treatment.
Fifty plus doctors have tested positive. Dozens of police officer, too. Patient’s testing positive for coronavirus are thrown in an isolated room, where nurses and doctors are fearful of entering since there are no respirators or proper treatment available.
Taking advantage of the curfews and civil unrest, young thugs have taken to the streets since police presence is low. One police officer was killed in one town. Several police men injured in others.
Will speak to my doctor later in the day. Surgery will be cancelled & rescheduled for late May. My pills will run out soon. Will ask the doctor to suggest equivalent replacements. Nurse will assist me to find the meds.
“There’s more to life than being a passenger.” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, visiting faculty member at Perdue University, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
Prior to starting my Inspiring Women of WordPress series, I mentioned my dear friend Maria Elena of A Gypsy At Heart. Since today is my travel day, I wanted to introduce her once again. What can I say about a woman who has a gypsy heart and the soul of an angel? She inspires me with her beautiful journeys to far off lands. All the while, she enchants you with her sincerity and warmth. She may take you to the far corners of the Earth, but I assure you, you will never be far from her heart. Please get inspired by the brilliance of A Gypsy at Heart.
the longest journey
My three month journey has finally come to an end.
I never thought I could be away from home for so long.
It was three months of admiring the immense sea. Thinking of past lovers and the one I have yet to meet.
I questioned my life and my purpose.
Maybe, my purpose is to be alone. This way I can help more women, instead of just one; and fulfill that promise I made when I failed my abused mother.
I still haven’t found all of the answers I seek.
But for some strange reason, which I can’t explain, my head and heart are finally in sync.
“Sometimes the longest journey we make is the sixteen inches from our heads to our hearts.” – Elena Avila
“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”
“You can feel them?”
“They pass through me like light through a prism.”
Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart.
Angelo came to a sudden realization. “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”
Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.
“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”
Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love. Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.
This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress).
Sitting at a bar, thoughts of muses, poetry. and loneliness floated alongside the ice cubes in my mojito.
I scribbled an occasional sentence or verse on a napkin because they were napkin worthy, unlike most of my other thoughts which are written on….
A waitress asked what I was doing.
“Writing poetry on a napkin.”
Time passed, my melancholy mood in this crowded bar, did not.
The waitress returned with a carnation. Pointing at an empty booth, she advised me a beautiful blonde was watching me as I drank and wrote. She was the curious person who wanted to know what I was writing.
Just before she left, my secret admirer asked the waitress to deliver the flower with a message.
“Mr. Poet, let this inspire you until the next time we meet for the first time.”
This photo is the carnation resting on the footboard of my bed.