Gulping air as I reached the skeleton of a church I had targeted from the
St. George’s harbor, I immediately saw it was more gorgeous
with it’s roof off then it had been when it was whole.
Last fall, the hurricane had blown the roof away and the ﬂoor to one side was
gouged to the basement by fallen debris. Ancient fragile carved wooden pews
were pushed to the other side where some of the stained glass windows were
still in tact. Nature left the nave wall standing and Christ remained on the
cross with the brilliant sun illuminating a scene usually shrouded in the
mystery of a dim sanctuary.
After dropping a dollar in the contribution box, I felt compelled to keep going
up the hill where there was a lovely , overgrown graveyard with English
sounding names on the tombstones. Most of them were embedded ﬂat so I
could jump from one to the other. I reached the very edge of it where the
land suddenly disappeared under a tree descending steeply, 20 stories below,
to the sea.
Down to the left the bustling harbor was being
rebuilt in front of two huge cruise ships and their
passengers rushing the streets to ﬁnd something to buy. On the other side
was a grand view featuring the metal cage that had been a gigantic outdoor
sports arena crushed away from the harbor, decimated and deserted, in
danger of becoming another infamous ancient ruin.
Twirling around to
begin hopping tombstones back to the entrance, I sensed movement beside a
lonely, naked dwelling collapsing next to the graveyard. To the side and
above the road going down to the beach, the bent ﬁgure of a tall, long
limbed, not young woman, slowly dragging a huge corrugated piece of
rooﬁng up the steep grade, came into my view.
My ﬁrst thought was to run
and help her, but then I went reverently still, to prevent intruding on
something so intimate that it would embarrass both of us if she knew I was
there. I observed the torturous, tedious task of her getting this strip
positioned in a way she could lean it against the decapitated little house. After
piling rubble and climbing on top of it, she gathered enough strength to tip
the rippled strip of metal onto the roof and
proceeded to push it next to another one laid across the top of one of the
barren blue rooms. She probably began the sustained project this morning
and already it was noon. Perhaps by evening, she might have shelter from
sudden, short showers and be able to sleep in privacy by tonight.
with my glimpse of simple survival, I chose to walk the precarious path
around the other side of the burial ground anchored by ornate black wrought
iron enclosed graves overgrown with lush, tropical, blossoming vegetation. I
hustled back through town to our harbor and boarded the ship in time for
late lunch. When the food had been cleared and everybody was declared
aboard, we suddenly discovered we had speakers attached to
the front mast. The hearty sound of Mahalia Jackson
surrounded us with “Amazing Grace.”
“A-a-a-maz-i-n-n-ng Grace, how sweet the sound!”
Grateful tears relieved my eyes as we fell in place to the rhythm of the hymn,
hoisting the sails, thus beginning our journey from Grenada through the
All the elements were in our favor. The sails made that
sucking sound of capturing the wind and the ship quickly tipped to one side.
We could still see the rooﬂess churches of St. George’s far behind us when
more dolphins then I had encountered in my entire life performed as a
synchronized ﬂotilla arching out of the water right beside the ship, before
anyone could get their cameras out!
Surely all was right in the universe and I had a
blessed adventure ahead of me.
Marilynn Frances Lundy
Marilynn Frances Lundy is a business consultant and coach in NYC. She has travelled all over the world for business and pleasure, which gives her a global perspective on all that she pursues. She has written the book, "The 10 R's For Better Speaking, That Can Transform Your Life" and if you wish to purchase it, or find out more about her coaching, you can go to her website,IntegratedLifeDesign.com Marilynn is currently writing a memoir, to be completed by the end of this year. If you want to read a blog of her most recent trip, to study Art Deco Design in Cuba last month, please go to her website, EnvironmentsInteriorDesign.com