Since this is my anniversary month here on Blogspot,I have decided to write encomiums to myself, something akin to Whitman, or all those who have exceptionally high levels of self-esteem.
We all hail from somewhere.
I did. I was born and raised in the interior of Rio Grande do Sul in a small, “provincial” town to the north of the state, ironically called "small field" in Tupy-Guarany, the indigenous language prevalent in our neck of the woods way back before they came...
I am them. I embody the many genetic traits that make up this people.
I remember when I had to hoe endless rows of soybean plantations when I was a kid, Summer and Winter.
Later, I learned a great deal when forced to live out my Karma in that unforgettable urban agglomeration where I went to school and had a job.
I used to live and work with wonderful people I find hard to forget (they are in my heart). As is the norm, people who are “different” have no place in the conventional set-up and find themselves misunderstood. I experienced that to the hilt. What a rough row to hoe!
However, people I had the privilege of interacting with professionally and in friendship could only have hailed from another planet. Many raised their voices to put in a good word for me. I miss them.
To how many have I taught the rudiments of English?
I don’t miss the others. To them I say: My karma has been paid off.
William Thomas Blackburn, Boy with a Hoe, oil on canvas, ca. 1940s