DAY 023: A place I escape to when reality weighs me down

September 13,2008 | Saturday

I’VE BEEN READING most of the night. The lights have just flickered on and off. Hurricane Ike must have arrived because the wind has picked up. Guess I’ll call it a night (or morning?) I stayed up Friday into Saturday. 

It’s past noon sometime. The sack lunches are being passed out through the slots in the cell doors. We are on lock-down status. Not sure what time of day it is. The officer just told me it’s 2 p.m. The electricity is out and it’s dark outside. The electricity must have gone out when I fell asleep. Outside, I hear the grates rattling, the wind howling and the rain pouring down heavily.

I stood at the window for a while but the rain is so thick that I can barely see the opposing building. I love the cleansing nature of rain. I like to watch it come down but, more, I love to walk in it. Thinking of hurricanes reminds me of swaying palm trees dancing in the wind and playing in the rain, of hurricanes that I have sat through in South Texas, and of my brothers Gary and Bob. Both are older than me. Bob almost lost toes when, as kids we were playing in a hurricane. Gary, who is only two years older than me, is who I would follow around, cling to as a child. That was ages ago. I’ve been incarcerated half my life now. Literally. I still hold on to memories of my past, of when I was free. It’s a place where I escape to on occasion when reality weighs me down. I love the rain.

4 Responses to “DAY 023: A place I escape to when reality weighs me down”

  1. Isabelle Says:

    Do hold on to those memories that help you escape, dearest Rogelio. And remember all the friends you have made during the years inside, all the friendships you’ve help building between your own friends, we are all around you, grateful and telling you “we love you, stay strong, chin up !”

  2. Rosy Says:

    Dear Rogelio
    Got has a plane for all of us. One day this chains will release you. Y pray for your peace. I admire your strength.

  3. Françoise Says:

    “Outside, I hear the grates rattling, the wind howling and the rain pouring down heavily.”
    There is so much poesy in this entry!
    I love the rain, too. And I do I like too storms and thunder and flashes of lightning. What I love, too, is the smell that rain is leaving behind her: in the forest, in the fields, on the soil, in the streets too. Even on the dogs hair!
    Memories of the past help a lot when we are down. For most of us, childhood was a wonderful time.
    The second part of your life – even if deprived of liberty and charged with so much suffering and so many privations – made of you, dear Rogelio, the man you are today, so sensitive and generous with the other, curious of science and literature and with a deep and beautiful soul. Suffering is making that type of souls even more beautiful.
    Warmest thoughts

  4. Kiki Says:

    🙂
    A beautiful story book you’re telling us here, Rogelio….
    I love rains too, when inside and warm – or when in the lake and having water over-under-around me….
    You’re getting cleansed and beautiful! What a picture! 🙂

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