The silence of recent weeks in the blog life because I recently came across a couple of surprises that kept me entertained, and somewhat away from the computer keyboard.
The recent visit of my sisters and my nephews to Venezuela, I became a volunteer hostage for several days, the super-familiar routine that we had enjoyed until everyone moved outside. Dinner, rumba, lunches, trips, plans, measures and races, all compressed in few hours with a clear conscience take advantage of the privilege that we were living. It was like celebrating Christmas in September.
When at last they all left, leaving her mother's house in ruins, my nephews were footprints in the walls and memories printed on the album of family memories, accumulated fatigue surfaced for each overnight, and nostalgia for the departure back to a firm promise to meet again as soon as God permits.
And the other big unexpected was that, out of nowhere, no I look and more stalling, there emerged a new professional project now keeps me busy full time, Monday through Friday 8 to 5 as all serious people production in this country and many others. That is, I'm back to work with a capital T and fortnightly salary. And the truth is I'm enjoying it as much as the sabbatical year I happily gave up recently (and dedicated to travel, and read and live my life).
None of this would be a story in a self-centered blog, whose author speaks mostly in first person and their own stories, if not for the following: A couple of days before heard the news of the visit of my sisters to Venezuela was alone in my house and saw a picture of us in Facebook-hugging and laughing about something. I could not anticipate the attack of crying then I would take by force for a few minutes, until reduced to nothing, to kneel suddenly in the middle of my room and ask God to meet us soon, because I suddenly realized that missed them with the viscera.
And, against all odds, and the possible agenda of my sister Maria Fernanda with the medical treatment of my nephew Andrew in Houston and school obligations stretch my nephew Leo, as well as heavy workload of my sister Gaby and the recently established preschool in Panama added to the complications of traveling with two small children, just five days after my impromptu prayer, we were all three together and embraced in Caracas. And it was in a photo.
Moral: Ask and it will give you the Bible says. And Ruben Blades says ... "Life gives you surprises, surprises come life, oh God."
And what was not in the log, which was re-engage in a professional project at this time, also gave me. The other lesson, then, is to accept what the tide brings to the bank of your life. You may do much good, although it was not what you had planned.
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