There is a tender story in this snapshot, but that is not the reason for posting it here. I want to tell my story of the classic Cuban beauty and the Bare Essentials when I find the words.
While I was thinking about our discussion of the image we yearn to present of ourselves to the world, this little snapshot poked me. It took on a new dimension…one that has nothing to do with its story. It has to do with me. I came here thinking that I would post my favorite photographs and make a note or two about them just for ME. I never considered that anybody else would find them much less enjoy them. That is the way I am. I never think before I leap. Then something happened. You came and I began to believe you were real. That you liked me just because I am me. I still believe that.
I feel as if I know you, have known you for a very long time. You appeared at my door bringing the gift of yourselves and your own wondrous creations. You have overwhelmed me. I feel guilt. I have cheated you because I am not fast enough to keep up. I miss your posts in my scramble to post my own stories, to hold onto my new friends. I have become self-absorbed…enjoying the sound of my own voice…and the image I have crafted of the “woman who kept a parrot”. I am that woman, but I am disappointed in her today.
I decided to try to put my house in order. I want to respond to the award nominations that are important to me because of the people who sent them. I want to compile the list of books that I’d choose if I could only have seven to read over and over for the rest of my life. I want to read every line and absorb every image on every blog I know. I want to find the people you have introduced me to. And, most important, I want to find you where you live.
So, I am putting away the “Bare Essentials Makeup” and setting off on a journey to your doors. My stories can damn well wait.
Bon Voyage, Old Parrot Woman!