On the night of December 3, 2005 I was at the Havana airport, about to take a long trip (pictured above, my nephews Paul Henry and Olivia, that day when I left Cuba). I was 22 and had decided to live this adventure, live my own experience. I wanted to get out of the comfort zone in which it was; I wanted to learn new things.
Many things left behind, but what hurt me most was my beloved family. Few months ago, about 10, was born my niece Olivia and every day after returning from work or college, went through his house and was a fun with it, enjoying it and helping a little brother nester and my sister Yailín. There also was my nephew Julio Javier and several times a year, my nephew Pablo Enrique, who lived with his mother in another city.
And then the children began serving years away from me … or away from them.
And you know ?, he did not feel he was suffering, because when I came the picture of them in my head, quickly erased it. I did not want to think about them, it was my way to avoid suffering.
Marisa was born Leonor, daughter of my brother Nestor, who live in Germany …
And in my head back to haunt the idea of separate, that he wanted to give a lot of love that child and that the distance would not allow me family. Reappeared words nester when my brother told us once would have loved that our children grow up together, and spend all your family as well as we had when we were little …
And it’s very, very little I realized that I was not doing more to stop myself. I realized I was avoiding aflorararan my feelings. And I cried. And I watched my tears, my emotions. For the first time in 7 years I allowed myself to think longingly part of my family is still far … and being very aware of everything in me went also noticed that I was letting go … not letting love, just letting go.
And I can not explain in words how I feel right now … with light soul …
And all this coming and going was the idea of my book. I thought that he could help many others with whom I have associated with this project MindYoga4U, and have become my extended family. But at least I imagined, is that besides all the good he could do to others, would give an extra happiness into my life.
My brother nester is an editor, writer and has several books published in Cuba … my mother, Nitza has been many years writer radio … my brother Nestor, yoga teacher and editor sometimes … The extra happiness that has brought me this book that has united us even more. All, despite their occupations in their day, they have a long way to help with their ideas, their editions, with all his love to create this light for you , this work can and enjoy. And they came mails, calls, messages, and in recent months the communication between us has increased dramatically.
Union detachment arose spontaneously … What things have life!
I can only thank you for reading, for allowing me to share my lived experience. In all these blog articles, and all other means by which we communicate, and now through this digital book, you can buy on this website.