Summer is over in just a few days. Where did the year go? It seems that time moves a lot faster after one reaches middle-age. I’ve often wondered how anyone can determine just when middle-age begins. Perhaps it is based on the idea that we can live to be a hundred – making fifty the starting point. However, I firmly believe you are only as old as you feel. Old is a figment of our imagination. Many will disagree for various reasons – but an active life is important. And with that being said…I will get on with this story.
September started with a bang. Not only did we have Harvey, Irma, José and Katia all in the same month but there was a major earthquake off the west coast of Mexico. Flooding rain storms, disappearing islands, mudslides, typhoons in the Pacific and icebergs as big as Road Island…and there are those who still refuse to accept the idea of climate change. I doubt that Machu Picchu will ever be underwater, but Florida and Houston? – That’s another story.
But now for the bright side of this post…Merida has enjoyed the almost daily summer tropical rains, turning the tropics a lush green, keeping the air quality fresh, the sidewalks and streets washed clean and the nights’ a bit cooler. We can’t complain.
The Symphony Season has begun (Sept. thru Dec.) with ten outstanding performances scheduled. We will have several visiting conductors and many soloist this season, with a special Holiday program in December. Opening night they performed compositions all written by Mexican composers and the young man sitting in front of me was one of them (Alejandro Basulto – Pueblos Mágicos ). I was so moved by the music, I had a vision which I wrote a poem about the next morning.
By Alejandro Basulto
A visual tribute in writing by – D.G. Heath
Hushed silence blankets the pueblo in the early dawn
A crescendo strikes as the first sunbeam stirs the sleepy village to life and the day begins.
Thin and silvery, a gossamer spider’s web of morning mist covers the smooth peaceful water of the lily pond.
A songbird is awakened from his roost in the tall trees as he gives voice to the light of a new day.
Slowly, the hazy-veil of sparkling jewels laced with rainbow prisms and twinkling diamonds ascends from the surface of the pond, floating gently on invisible wisps of air.
Dazzling white lilies, surrounded by velvet green pads glistening with dew drops, silently stretch their petals to greet the sun’s rays.
A tiny frog hops from pad to pad creating ripples like gentle waves on the pond as a golden fish jumps in delight.
Swirling like smoke as it lifts, the magical mirage vanishes, slipping silently between the lush green leaves of tall trees.
A single butterfly descends on a lily, quenching his thirst with the flower’s fresh nectar.
Swiftly other butterflies, flitting and flying helter-skelter, merge with him for the morning feast on the pond.
As if on cue with the music, they take flight in unison, a mass of iridescent color in blues and greens dancing on air.
Swaying to the rhythm of life, they dart to the right, then to the left – first up then down flowing like waves above the pond, as directions change with mastered orchestration.
Wings by the thousands glitter and glisten in the rays of sunlight, moving with weightless grace as they perform their ritual dance.
Pueblo villagers begin to appear as they watch with awe the precision choreography of this mating flight.
Moving in mass not a gossamer wing is out of sync as the living cloud circles the air in a vortex of harmony.
Rising higher and higher they ascend in silence and burst like fireworks sending sparks in all directions.
Disappearing into the canopy and dense foliage of the trees rustling in the breeze, they have found their mate and the cycle of life begins again.
The first art gallery show of the season will be this Friday at the Galeria La Eskalera. The invitation arrived last week. It is listed as one of the five galleries in Merida that you should not miss – five stars by trip advisor – yelp and inspirock. Always a festive occasion well attended by art lovers.
September 15/16 is Independence Day in Mexico or “El Grito” as it is called by the people of Mexico. The celebration starts with numerous parties in all of the parks around town. At midnight in the main plaza of each city, the mayor, governor or most important government official will ring a bell and shout the words VIVA MEXICO! Then all the thousands gathered in the plaza will shout back…VIVA MEXICO! As loud as they can. This is done three times – fireworks go off and the celebrations with entertainment, bands, dancing, food and drink go on until the wee hours of the next morning. Then there is a morning parade on Sept 16th down Paso Montejo and the street in front of our casa all the way to the main plaza.
John and I had our annual appointment with our dermatologist. Next will be the yearly eye examination and last be not least a visit to our GP. We do our best to stay in good health and have always used preventive health care options. All was well for both of us – nothing serious to worry about. I usually by-pass anything that is cosmetic. Why bother at 75?
We are planning a trip to Campeche this fall and one to Puebla in the spring. I’m thinking Antigua, Guatemala next August for our 48th anniversary celebration and two birthdays – we shall see.
My newest book has been released on Amazon. And already picking up in sales.
D.G. Heath Mystery Collection
Three mysteries in a single book. Here is a quick overview of each story.
Double Martini – Dead men don’t send emails…or do they? When Laura Clark, a Silicon Valley CEO, and founder of her own high tech company, receives an email from her dead husband, she is forced to seek guidance from the realm of the spirit world, which draws her halfway across the globe to the bowels of the ancient mystic city of Istanbul and to a love and life from her past. Lara, with hope in her heart, descends into an eerie and mysterious underground cathedral with the echoing sound of dripping water veiled in darkness, seeking to find – but knowing not what fate awaits her.
Web of Intrigue – Carlotta’s scream, on a quiet morning, could be heard across the sapphire blue Mediterranean Sea when she discovers the body of her lover, cargo shipping giant, Ricardo Orcini, floating in the pool at his elegant Villa Marquesa, sending the sleepy Isle of Capri and Inspector Mario Regetti into a web of intrigue, suspense and danger. A renowned antiquities collector is dead. Murder, robbery and romance lead us to the Capri Palace Hotel, the stately Menton Abbey in England, private yachts, ancient hidden passages, and a dark grotto, as Regetti follows his instincts to solve the crimes and capture the spider in his own web.
Codes and Confessions – What is the story behind a mysterious art deco chest delivered in 2017 to New York interior designer, Joel Wilson? A note hidden inside takes him to England to search for answers and find information about a long lost relative who disappeared without a trace in 1939. Secrets, rumors, lies and confessions abound as genealogist, Karen Davies, digs into his family history and discovers the possibility of great wealth and inheritance to a title. Will he become “Lord of the manor?” Follow Joel in his quest to find the truth.
Mystery Collection – Book Two will be out next Spring with three more mysteries. Good bedtime stories.
Later my friends – time to write.
David ( D.G. Heath )