walk to the pueblo

 Ephraim Zuriel and I walked down to the pueblo with the baby in the stroller. It was so beautiful and fun. The sky is the bluest blue and the mountains all around are covered with trees. It is hard to describe the beauty. A few palm trees, the inlet of the sea, the white surf, all the farm houses where the inhabitants raise chickens, use solar panels and candles and live just like we do. I guess I should say we live like them. 

There is beauty everywhere in the world, I know. Even in the city here in Valparaiso, among cement and traffic and narrow sidewalks, I have learned to see beauty. The buildings are so very old and the cobblestone streets go up, up , up, winding and passing houses all the way. The landscape of houses is colored in muted shades of pink, violet, blue, green, and red.  I have learned to see beauty in the city (I'm not a city girl). 

There are people in the city and they are beautiful. The wrinkled face of the old man and the woman riding in the wheelchair that he is pushing. They don't smile but she is covered with a quilt and they are each others strength. Most of the people are not really lovely to look at although there are the younger ones, the girls with long dark hair and the young men with scarves. I am still surprised to see the most handsome faced young men, get up, call me Senora and give me their seat. Which they have never failed to do.

 I think they look beautiful to me because The Lord wants them so badly. God wants to be united with His creation so much that He sacrificed Himself to that end. Wow, there is a person that God knows intimately. There is someone that He is waiting for.  He wants them to call His name. 

I am sitting at an office in the pueblo near an open door. The cool breeze blows in. I hear the clippety clop of horses going by behind me alternating with a city bus and sounds from the highway and then quiet. It is winter here but most days feel like summer. 

Ephraim and Zuriel have gone off to walk on the beach. 

Laguna Verde, Chile