The Last Ember of Day
Some people prefer to be around others during times of loss. In those moments when I feel powerless, I escape to nature. My refuge. My way to balance the mind. One of the things about growing older is knowing that eventually all things come to an end. There are moments when the innocence of youth is replaced with the realities of life and loss. Life is complicated. I live between 2 completely different worlds. My home and my other home. My heart is with the "other" home inside Mexico. And my home here in the US is just a shell, a place to use for work. I am finding nature there as well. It's harder inside of Nogales, a place full of garbage and abandoned animals. It isn't the prettiest of places in Mexico but it does have character and dare I say it....charm. It's exactly what you'd expect from a border town. And yet, it's my new home. The hardest part is managing the old life. I do bird from time to time but teaching takes much of my energy....
