The Artist has his easel and brush; I have my fingers, furtive on the cases of a laptop or running an eager pen on a piece of parchment. To this day, a blank sheet and dark ink remain my image of freedom.
I came back from Trinidad and Tobago, yesterday. Of course, I have many anecdotes and photos to relate, I have loved every moment of my trip (even the debilitating sunburn that had my face and back peeling like if I was a snake changing skins, and the sunburn that had my lips covered in blisters). I re-connected with Malaika, whom I haven't seen in nearly five years, as well as her Mother and little brother, Marlon. I met some sweet people such as Kevin, a country bumpkin and life guard (He saved us from Jelly fish and baby crabs *Sigh*) who I have on my speed dial, because he is a Sea God, and I think I have found the father of my children. I thought I should explain my absence. I will be back soon, I am not ready to come back into the blogging world. My mind is still on; the skin hugging heat, the salt of the sea and Kevin's hand wrapped around my waist as we rode waves.