grains of sand

now. 6 months have passed since we returned from our second adventure in Guatemala. sometimes i miss it painfully and in other moments i am scared to the core of it. but we are home now and the present struggle is between creation and the comforts and distractions of la vida gringa -- of making money and paying bills and those daily domestic delays.

it’s crazy to think that it’s been 2 years since we first stepped foot into La Florida. i remember that something clicked, right away, from that first encounter. it just felt right. and still feels right. and now here we are.............and i can barely fathom...........a year and half into the task of telling their story. and as hard as it’s been and as utterly overwhelmed as i can sometimes feel i don’t regret for a singlesplitsecond the decision to take this on.

a few weeks ago I decided that making a film is like filling a beach with sand one grain at a time. and one can't just throw the grains out there like chicken feed..................each grain must be weighed and considered and then placed with intention and love.

as i sit here this morning with my habitual cup of coffee in hand and gaze at the wall saturated with La Florida faces i just fill up inside...........some kind of inexplicable bloodwarmth. there may be times when i think the film is crushing me but it only takes the bloodwarmth of those eyes looking back at me to set me right at the center of why i am doing this in the first place.

-mary