Inevitably

There is more than a light murmur over the place. It's actually a casual bout of constant shouting and there is pleasantry in the oxymoron of it all. She slowly nibbles on her food.

Bite                        by                       bite.

Until the inevitable moment when she realizes she's late and grabs a lid for the small coffee on her way out and there I am. Inevitably, I debate the impermanence. Not of her, not of us, not specifically. The beauty of an us is the chance for it to slip through your fingers. 

Honoring Celia's 88th Birthday

It's been 10 years since her passing and still her voice echoes through the streets. She is the steady beat to our growing rhythm and still we hold on. Part of her impact was drawn from her humanism, her impermanence. We needed to absorb as much of that enchanting voice because we knew it wouldn't always be around. In fear of losing what we love we hold on tight.

I sit at our usual table and get lost in my thoughts. Staring out onto the vibrant Miami streets unexpectedly, listening for Celia's voice, is it inevitable for one to question something’s permanence? I believe it to be part of human nature. Like everything else:

The ebb and flow of the sea, economics, relationships. It's only natural. 

Inevitably, the question of reality floats through the many thoughts fighting for attention in my head. Does the we really exist? Are we just an imagined us? Is she my Nadja?

I take a sip from the steaming cup, I pick up my coffee and chase her out the door.