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CALLA LILLIES AMETHYST

CALLA LILLIES AMETHYST by Miguel Forbus THE SILENCE by Miguel Today is the day that Rosita and I are silent. It is a day that we exercise our ability to communicate with each other without talking. We read each other's minds and also take a rest from some of the triviality of normal conversation. We rise from the hammock and our eyes meet. We both know by our look at the other that a sensual morning embrace is what we need. It is most lovingly given. I have a surprise for her today. One without words. One for the eyes. We make ourselves some fire grilled tortillas and queso fresco with mango, so delicious and ripe. I make the coffee con chocolate as I know that she loves this and I always sip, as you know, the first sip. I make sure it is perfectly balanced for her and not too hot as to offend her pendulent lips. She always takes the cup from my hands in a way that caresses them. A very gracious gesture every morning. As she takes the cup she gives me a look that is so alluring and draws me into her. As we finish breakfast we pack a lovely basket of fruit and warm fresh tortillas wrapped in a linen cloth. My love, Rosita, pulls out the jug of the Rose Nectar of Agave and pours a jar of it and her face is a smile as she does it, but she doesn't look at me. She loves a little liquid fire. We feed the stock and begin to walk and as I carry the package of lunch and a hammock, I guide her as one would a woman with no sight. We have not uttered one word. Our thoughts are always the same. Feelings of gratitude for our marriage, and the blessing of our physical love and spiritual love. Always the same, we know, we have talked about this on the days of speaking. As we walk, somehow a sense of excitement begins to build inside of us. For some reason the silence when you are intimate with one is so poignant and profound. It is a special form of foreplay. As we walk the silence becomes a cacophony of sound. The wild parrots are talking quietly and once in a while the far away sound of the panther making noises of the jungle is heard. The breeze becomes a flute to our ears and all becomes a chorale of harmonic convergence. The jungle is singing to us in pure harmony as we walk. I am taking my special love, Rosita, to a place that has been part of my work for over a year. It is on the cliffs of Lago Atitlan at the edge of our hectares. A place where she used to go to weave her beautiful fabric. She knew when we needed to have solitude. She always knew. I would tend the garden and she would weave the colors of the jungle and embroider Quetzals and Panthers on the serapes. Today we walked together to her secret spot. She had no time now for those jewels of solitude. My love, always, making our life better, sacrificed some of her free time as I did for the good of our family. As she breeched the ridge, she saw the huge field of Amethyst Calla lillies that I planted and tended for the last year for her blooming at the perfect moment in time. The silence reverberated as she held me in gratitude. She thanked me time and time again in the hammock on that silent day that God gave us for the planting of her holy garden. written by Miguel Forbus

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Nira Dabush 14 Jul 2009

STUNNING COLOURS, AS ALWAYS IN YOUR WORK DEAR MIGUEL.... I CAN FEEL YOU LOVE COLOURS. BRILLIANT... With such gorgeous stars

Artist Reply: Thanks so much my dear heart. You are so very kind. My love to you and your loved ones, especially your family,. Miguel

Sandra Beraha 13 Apr 2007

Silently here

maureen older 02 Mar 2007

beautiful

Amy Jordan 24 Feb 2007

I'm jealous of Rosita! lolol

Linda Jade Charles 24 Feb 2007

Miguel, your stories with Rosita grow ever deeper. Many times I am in a quandary with the beauty contest between your art and the precious, transporting stories....