Heart in a Mason Jar
The anarchy of memory and emotion
March 6, 2018
by Michael Meurer
(Read in Spanish here.)
About a month ago, I met a woman named Rosey in the Mexican fishing village of La Cruz de Huanacaxtle where I am holed up trying to write. Rosey is her Mexican nickname, including the odd spelling.
Rosey was walking at dusk to a public presentation by a British couple who had sailed the world more than a decade ago in a self-built catamaran made from wood, paper and tar. They came to La Cruz to study indigenous Huichol culture and stayed. This night, they were sharing a documentary about their experiences with a sizable audience and showing how their boat was constructed.
Rosey was stumbling and nearly falling from the high curbs, designed for rainy season in La Cruz, at each corner. I crossed the street and quietly rushed to catch up with her, then asked if I could help. She said yes, I could take her arm and walk with her. I accompanied her to the presentation and we became friends.
She recently shared her story with our mutual friend Alef and me over coffee at Organic Love, a wonderful restaurant started by Alef.
