Communal salt. Mexico City. November 2018. |
I brought my ancient Tupperware salt shaker with me.
While I reside at the guesthouse, it is in the communal kitchen for all to use. We are the guests from the refugee caravan, casual visitors from the U.S. (like me), legal advocates from the U.S., guesthouse volunteers, visitors from other parts of Mexico.
When I leave here, I will take my salt shaker with me.
Each time I use it, wherever I am, I will think of all the warm hands that enfolded it, from Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Guatemala, Mexico, the U.S.
I will wrap one of my hands around the shaker, lift it up, pour the salt onto my food, and think of the warmth.
This thought makes me happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment