Yesterday , at 5am, I left my village and drove though the inky darkness with the full moon beaming over the mountainside. At 6.30am I arrived at my destination and for the next hour, sitting in my car, I waited and wondered. It was cold. It was still dark. What was going to happen?
Shadowy shapes occasionally moved inside other cars. Am I imagining this ? The church clock chimed raspingly every quarter of an hour. My name was written on a piece paper pinned to the brown wooden door of the house behind me: Margarita 1. There were three other names before mine, and six after.
Every now and then, a vehicle swung round the side of the church. Dazzling headlights momentarily disturbed the stillness of waiting. Turning 180 degrees the new arrivals drew up behind me stopping beside the small ,two storied white house with 101 flowers pots outside. In threes joined together,the chairs sat empty, impartial, and old. It is very unusual to come alone I was told later.
Gradually dawn peered around the far end of the tiny Andalusian village, a soft orange light, a mango mixed with cream color. It swelled quickly over the old clock tower and the empty vegetable patch below it, revealing the beauty of one of many magical villages here in southern Spain.
We are all here to see the curandera - the healer. She will open her door at 7.30am,
her name is Pura.
'Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.'
Shadowy shapes occasionally moved inside other cars. Am I imagining this ? The church clock chimed raspingly every quarter of an hour. My name was written on a piece paper pinned to the brown wooden door of the house behind me: Margarita 1. There were three other names before mine, and six after.
Every now and then, a vehicle swung round the side of the church. Dazzling headlights momentarily disturbed the stillness of waiting. Turning 180 degrees the new arrivals drew up behind me stopping beside the small ,two storied white house with 101 flowers pots outside. In threes joined together,the chairs sat empty, impartial, and old. It is very unusual to come alone I was told later.
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| Bargis. Photo by Merxe. |
We are all here to see the curandera - the healer. She will open her door at 7.30am,
her name is Pura.
'Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.'
Saint Augustine.
I'm here to ask for a miracle.
I'm here to ask for a miracle.
New title pic by Merxe Martin, others, by me .
What a beautifully written piece - delightful just delightful x
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