Hearing the Salvadorans shouting “Feliz Navidad” really brought happiness to me every time I heard it. On this particular day, I was on my way to a remote village North of Sonzacate where my family and I lived. It was the middle of the rainy season, so we had to get moving in order to beat the rains and the ensuing muck of the country roads. Always hot there and humidity increasing hourly, we knew that after the rains our trip back would be made more tolerable. I never tired of seeing the rich tropical plant life there. So many shades of green mixed with the sudden bursts of some stunning flowers popping their blooms up for me to see.
Hearing the tropical birds, like the Quetzal calling from deep within the flora of the forest made me feel primal and earthy. This richness and this heat was reflected in the depth and brilliance of the native peoples of that land. They conveyed a warmth and a love that I never though possible in a human being, teaching me so much about my cold, United States ways. I believe that the whole experience brought me closer to the true humanity that mankind needs.
quetzal sings in the forest
warm smiles beckon
© Carol Campbell 2015
Our prompt this time with Chevrefeuille is to write a haibun about a journey that we’ve taken or will take. We are asked to write it set at Christmas time and to be no more than 250 words! Thanks, Chev!
Inspiration offered by Georgia Bastet at Carpe Diem Special. Please go read some of the other fantastic haiku poets there.
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