I can hardly believe it’s been 7 years this month since I moved to San Antonio. Texas is a vast contrast to the life I knew for 20 years in South Florida. Hollywood, FL is a fast paced conglomeration of lives on collision. 20 minutes north of Miami, 5 minute drive to the beach, 15 minutes to just about anywhere else local you need to get to and everything in walking distance. In Florida I was a mermaid… and then God called me away to Texas, like Aslan the Pevensie children. And it’s definitely been a Narnian sized adventure!
San Antonio is definitely a far cry from what it was when I first visited some 15 or 20 years ago. I mean there were no lights or highways anywhere near where my family lived. Now it’s booming but it’s still vastly different than anything else I’ve ever known. The hills, the grass, the land, and above all the trees… it was all so foreign to me. But I had dreamed of a time I would one day wear knee high boots and drive my little red car through hills, on tiny curvy, windy roads. After coming to a Texas and settling in, I’ve realized it’s where my heart has always been- in Narnia.
Texas is my Narnia. It holds vast places of curvy and windy roads, it holds nature as I’ve never experienced it before. It is a place of the wild, where concrete may be present, but it doesn’t run the show.
It’s been raining every day for about 2 weeks now and everything has bloomed. Everything is green and filled with fragrances of sweet earth, bitter rotting tree limbs, musky leaves all rolled together. It’s days like this that I am mesmerized by this natural beauty. This graceful display of tiny worlds hidden underneath nooks and crevasses.
Despite being a mermaid in another life, and desperately loving water, I’ve had to morph into a nymph of sorts and clamber into mossy rivers with all new creatures and different adventures to be had. Still, when a really good rain arrives every 2-3 years or so, I bask in it. I find it irresistible not to go and smell some wet decaying leaves and stick my feet in small torrents of flowing water.
This is a nymphs life in Narnia. Or maybe this month it’s more like Hobbiton. Walking along these familiar trails and hills I almost fully expect Bilbo Baggins to come out of a hole in the side of a hill- so green and fragrant as the world is at current. Still yet… it’s a magical place where Nature and I collide.