My mother and I...

Silly Prized Possession....To you, maybe!

Too many years ago, my husband and I went to Belize (San Pedro, actually - a little island off the mainland). While we were there, we went a toured an old Mayan ruin. I had gone prepared for this: prepared with a roll of paper and a black crayon. I wanted to make a crayon rubbing of a statue or a carving from the temple - it was the best keepsake I could imagine; a way to bring back part of the experience without really disturbing the land. I was told by the guide that what I wanted to do was not allowed (and this is why I firmly believe that 'tis better to beg forgiveness than ask permission). I did it anyway. And, I'm so glad that I did. Now, rolled up under my bed (we'd always meant to frame it when "we had enough money" - how does that day never come?) is the 6x40 crayon rubbing of a temple carving from a temple that exists no longer. I ran the steep and crooked steps to the top of that temple. I walked right through the spot where once was held human sacrifice. I stood at the top and looked onto the vast forest seemingly miles below. How thankful I am that I'd rebelled against the silly tour guide, and how glad I am that I have that paper still. Maybe someday I'll have it framed after all.