We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness.
So, today is a new day. Eduardo and I feel so lucky to be alive. I feel so thankful to have my husband back, to be complete as a family again. One thing I’ve learned from my experiences in life, is that paradise is not a place on a map, it’s not a tourist destination, it’s wherever you want it to be and more importantly, it resides in your heart…….and that, you take with you……. wherever you may be.
On March 5, 2010, our story will appear on Dateline NBC. We made the decision to go public with our story out of a sense of social and moral responsibility. We just couldn’t remain silent about all that we learned through this life- altering experience. It is only through sharing such a story that we can hope to raise awareness about what is going on in Mexico and hopefully provoke positive change through that awareness.
I’m so thankful that the kidnapping is behind us, yet I think many times about those who are suffering such an ordeal at this very moment. My thoughts and prayers are often with them. I can’t help but thinking if it all would have been different for us if other families had spoken out about what had happened to them, instead of remaining silent? Would it have prevented our kidnapping? Maybe. Maybe not. All I know, is that I cannot keep this to myself.
We are writing a book with acclaimed writer Mark Ebner for Berkley, a division of Penguin. He came to visit us on our whirlwind trip with NBC to Mexico. We really hit it off with Mark right away and jumped right into working together on our book proposal, trying to not stain our notes as we feasted on Chiles Rellenos!
Our book should be out sometime in early 2011 so be sure to look for it. It will have a lot of the details of the story that we couldn’t fit into the Dateline episode.
This story came across my agent’s desk, and it kind of leapt out at me. I write about all kinds of crimes and criminals, and half the
time these people bring it on themselves, or else revel in it when it goes down. Here were two people who, as far as I can tell, had their life turned upside-down for no other reason than they had money. Jayne started a Waldorf school there in San Miguel and was a wonderful mom; Eduardo hosted a progressive TV talk show. And as it turns out, each had exactly the skills they needed to survive an unimaginable ordeal: Before his father was a newspaper baron, he was a hero of the Mexican Revolution. That’s the wellspring he drew from. And she was trained as an actress: Capable of thinking on her feet, able to improvise a character out of thin air, and not easily intimidated — all of which held her in good stead in negotiating with the kidnappers. It’s a great story, and I suspect one that isn’t over yet. – Mark Ebner
Nadie aprecia la magia del despertar del dia, mas que los que hemos estado en la obscuridad.
January 24, 2010
La ambiguedad de las dos fuerzas magneticas de la naturaleza. Todo tiene una repercucion contraria.
La alegria y el dolor.
La tortura y el bienestar
La represion y la libertad
La pasion y la indiferencia.
El dia y la noche.
La obsesion y la tranquilidad.
El miedo y la paz interna.
El Celo y la seguridad.
El saber y la ignorancia.
Un nuevo amanecer.
Lo exotico del planeta en el que tenemos la gran oportunidad de sentir el misticismo de la vida, que se desenvuelve como un regalo sorpresivo, en los sutiles momentos, que a veces pasan desaperividos.
El sabor de la comida.
La frescura del agua.
La luz del dia.
El apapacho humano.
La inmencidad del universo.
La brillantez de las estrellas.
La brisa y fuerza del viento.
La majestuocidad de la luna.
La apreciacion del amor, fuente de riqueza inagotable.
Gracias infinitas a las fuerzas universales de la creacion, por la maravillosa experiencia de reflejar en mi humilde corazon tanta grandeza.
January 24, 2010
Where there is love, there is life.- Mahatma Gandhi
It’s two years today since Eduardo was returned to us after this whole ordeal. Two years is a long time yet we feel like it’s only now that we’re finally settling in to our new surroundings. Mexico seems so far away, and so does the life we once had there. Our 10 year old son still cries sometimes at night. He misses his home, his ranch, his toys, our way of life. Our daughter was only six when we left Mexico and now, after two years, she is forgetting her Spanish. We try to speak it at home but she answers in English now. Our oldest son loves his new home and reminds us all to keep seeing the glass half full by his example. What I call stress and chaos, he calls adventure. He’s my idol.