Friday, March 27, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
It was a comforting constant. I recharged there this week.
Reconnected and nourished those roots that reach deep
under the stately mission limestone of Jefferson High School.
Grandma's alma mater.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
in the close, beer- and tripas-tinged air of
the market square conjunto festival.
Respite in the cramped and bustling line at the pan dulce counter.
Familiarity of strangers
and a kind gesture from another hungry soul.
I felt so centered and whole with
my roots reaching deep
into the fiesta-colored layers of my soul city.