chichiguita's Journal

Early this morning Theo (dog) and I went for a walk in the moonlight.  It was a chilly fall morning and the leaves crunched with each step.  I heard roosters crowing and it took me back to mornings in Jarabacoa, Dominican Republic.  I felt a well of joy and sorrow rise up thinking about making the first pot of coffee and chatting in broken Spanish with Carlos while he set up for breakfast.  I made the coffee by moonlight because it made me feel like I was savoring the morning peace--and of course, Carlos didn't need the light because he is blind. 

In the beginning, he would turn the light on for me.  I asked him once how he knew it was not on--he told me the light had a quiet hum when it was on.  I finally convinced him to leave it off so we could sip our coffee together in the dark.  Dominican coffee is rich and dark--perfect for me with a little leche.  I always gave Carlos the first cup with leche and "un chin azucar".  Then I would put several cups on a tray and carry them across the base to the girls in my room.  They would just be waking up. 

The people of Jarabacoa say that "God dwells in all places--but he chooses to sleep in Jarabacoa"--and I believe this is so. 

Gratefully, He seems to be awake and willing to share a gentle walk with me today. 

Gloria Dios.