The Day I Fled in 1979

When we fled on that Pan Am flight in 1979, moi proudly wearing my white ankle socks and white clogs (which I felt so much older in), I had no idea the many joys and adventures, both physical and emotional, my young and later life would hold.

We may have left for fear of not being safe inside our home, the four walls we normally associate with peace and safety, but what really happened that day and every day since was not at all driven by fear, but by love, wild optimism and an unapologetic energy (joy), everything I stand tall for at 5’3.

Though the navy blue booklet I’m holding right now says I’m American, my imaginary guitar points to being a world citizen holding Guatemalan life membership.

And this is much more than my own story.

Each of us yearns to, not only know where we really come from, but to go there, be it and bring it back…

#thatplaceiscalledsoul

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