The picture says it all.
This is where I learned to love hammocks. The terraza at the finca in Panama, Linda Vista as my Grandpa so aptly named the property.
|Photo taken by Gigi Sanders|
The study of life from a hammock, a lesson everyone should have.
The repose is key, at some point in the hammock classroom, you acquire the knowledge it takes to rest and be wise.
The simple wisdom comes from the calm, the stillness, the review and prejudice of the quiet afforded by the hammock landscape.
It's a state of mind born from the physical awareness of time and space and the grace of tranquility. The sway: to and fro, reminding the student of movement, breaths, whispers and sighs; the lifetime in the maternal womb.
I was a child when I learned of hammocks, Grandpa Rogelio Arosemena, the hammock professor. The classroom at the Linda Vista Finca in Arraijan, a tiny pueblo many years ago, 10 miles outside of Panama City, Panama.
For me, hammocks were afternoon and weekend vessels, for Grandpa Rogelio, they were part of his every day. He lived a large life and his time in the hammock was religion, prayer and communion all wrapped in the fancy threads.
Over the bar on the terrace the word DESPREOCUPATE, loosely translated: DONT WORRY, or LET YOUR WORRIES GO. The letters, all capitals, ceramic blue tiles imported from a Spanish shop long ago.
The terrace had four hammock stations and sometimes it was full house. Oh those were the days, we were all children, the Sunday visits or the summer stays during our vacations, the hammocks were part of the joy !
As we grew older, as I visited during trips back to the finca (once we had moved to the US), the hammocks became harbors of memories, wonderful vistas of family and so much love !
|My brother Roger and our MOM - |
at the finca in Panama, late 50s.