I clicked on the Facebook year in review. It wasn’t all bad. As a matter of fact, it featured postings and photos relating to my samba school, my beautiful, loving tribe that truly deserves a piece of writing dedicated to them(2015 seems a good time to do so). While I smile when I remember all the dancing, laughing, and celebrating we did, I realize that the story of my year is much more complex. Facebook may have some matrix that detects the number of likes and comments; I know better.
In terms of my personal growth and the strength of my family, 2014 was a challenging and therefore inspirational year. We have weathered illness( and major surgery)and the death of loved ones among other troubles. I learned a long time ago that my attitude in trying moments is in my control. I can choose to love, smile, pray, breathe, be.
The following are seven photos from last year. I look forward to another year of love, unity, and peace.
Great America Dance Day 2014 : By then, I was on my third round of antibiotics and within two weeks I would be hospitalized for emergency surgery. Pero ni modo, my baby comes first. I love to watch her dance so this day was no different.
Photo by Elise Evans. Look closely at my right shoulder. I am wearing Mr. Backpack. I had to make my final payment on my Carnaval costume even though I knew I most likely wouldn’t be able to wear it. So even though I was sad, angry, and exhausted, I was happy to see my dance family practice.
Mr. Backpack: gone but never forgotten
Photo by Rambo. The Four Generations photo he had planned since we decided we were going to Peru.
My family at the most beautiful place on Earth
Photo by Soul Brasil Magazine. San Diego Brazilian Day Parade. I finally did get to dance with my samba community.