my beloved blue buddha
a decade comes to a close
what a year 2009 has been
so much change
so much growth
2010 marks a new beginning
a new decade
2010 begins with a blue moon
the second full moon this month
tonight, go out and find your blue moon
make a wish
and know you are blessed
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- beloved Gurudev
- winter solstice
- play
- celebration
- we are all EQUAL
- soy madre
- beloved grand father
- long tongues & envious hearts
- just be
- el amor
- a love eternal
- roses
- sandy dreams
- surrender
- volcano mother
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Thursday, December 31
Wednesday, December 30
feathers & roses
Tuesday, December 29
Monday, December 28
re-birth
recent self-portrait from a series
Little Bird hatched from Mother’s ancient crystals with a precious gem balanced upon its beak.
“Why am I here?” Little Bird asked Water Buddha.
Little Bird, you are here to live.
To breathe and to fly.
To laugh and to cry.
Little Bird, you are here to die.
“To die? But have I not just now begun to live? I do not understand.” Little Bird cried.
Little Bird, life would not exist without death.
And really, death is but re-birth.
Little Bird, you have always been and shall always be.
excerpt from short story begun in 2007 & soon to be published in print
Little Bird hatched from Mother’s ancient crystals with a precious gem balanced upon its beak.
“Why am I here?” Little Bird asked Water Buddha.
Little Bird, you are here to live.
To breathe and to fly.
To laugh and to cry.
Little Bird, you are here to die.
“To die? But have I not just now begun to live? I do not understand.” Little Bird cried.
Little Bird, life would not exist without death.
And really, death is but re-birth.
Little Bird, you have always been and shall always be.
excerpt from short story begun in 2007 & soon to be published in print
Sunday, December 27
falling in love
a recent photograph he took of me in front of a portrait by Carlos Barberena De La Rocha
an archaeologist
discovering my true self
fragment by fragment
smile by smile
falling in love with My Self
moment by moment
If you focus on the present, your life will be constantly renewed. The present moment is the only time that is eternal. It never dies, nor can it be forgotten. Therefore, happiness in the present can never be taken away from you. It will free you from the snare of time, which brings about suffering through thought, evaluation, and analysis. Being fully in the present, you experience the timeless. In the timeless, you find your true self. - Deepak Chopra
an archaeologist
discovering my true self
fragment by fragment
smile by smile
falling in love with My Self
moment by moment
Saturday, December 26
the whole universe
Friday, December 25
merry christmas
Thursday, December 24
believe
Wednesday, December 23
about spirit
Tuesday, December 22
Monday, December 21
winter solstice
Sunday, December 20
Saturday, December 19
celebration
2007 mixed media
as I watch the silent dance of snow, he hands me a card:
the wisdom of the innocent
covers, cleanses and purifies my soul
one snowflake at at time
a celebration of spirit
a celebration of life
connection
as I watch the silent dance of snow, he hands me a card:
Choose to be in close proximity to people who are empowering, who appeal to your sense of connection to intention, who see the greatness in you, who feel connected to God, and who live a life that gives evidence that Spirit has found celebration through them. Surround yourself with high-energy people.
- Dr. Wayne Dyer
the wisdom of the innocent
covers, cleanses and purifies my soul
one snowflake at at time
a celebration of spirit
a celebration of life
connection
Friday, December 18
we are all EQUAL
study for sculpture in progress
Feel Superior to No One
Release your need to feel superior by seeing the unfolding of Spirit in everyone. Don't assess others on the basis of their appearance, achievements, and possessions. It's an old saw, but is nonetheless true: WE ARE ALL EQUAL in the EYES of GOD.
- Dr. Wayne Dyer
when we feel superior to others
it is our own insecurity showing its ugly face
those who criticize others
are simply seeing themselves mirrored back
Feel Superior to No One
Release your need to feel superior by seeing the unfolding of Spirit in everyone. Don't assess others on the basis of their appearance, achievements, and possessions. It's an old saw, but is nonetheless true: WE ARE ALL EQUAL in the EYES of GOD.
- Dr. Wayne Dyer
when we feel superior to others
it is our own insecurity showing its ugly face
those who criticize others
are simply seeing themselves mirrored back
Thursday, December 17
soy madre
Wednesday, December 16
beloved grand father
2007 mixed media series inspired by Andy Warhol
nací siendo la nieta, quizás la predilecta de
Guillermo Sevilla-Sacasa
mi bello Popo de colonias y cuentos
Popo quien me enseño a dibujar
a jugar con palabras
a platicar con seguridad
a ser una verdadera pavo-real-la
de plumas blancas y plateadas como las de las hadas
Popo, siempre impecable y notable
un genio genial y jovial
de medallas y honores
Popo de mis amores
siento su mirada noche y día
escucho sus consejos
segura que nos encontramos en mis sueños
originally published in 2007
Beloved Grand Father,
I ask for your wisdom, your guidance.
Give me strength to remain stoic...
...and ignore all the criticism around me.
Thank you for being a pillar in my life.
I love you,
julia casimira
nací siendo la nieta, quizás la predilecta de
Guillermo Sevilla-Sacasa
mi bello Popo de colonias y cuentos
Popo quien me enseño a dibujar
a jugar con palabras
a platicar con seguridad
a ser una verdadera pavo-real-la
de plumas blancas y plateadas como las de las hadas
Popo, siempre impecable y notable
un genio genial y jovial
de medallas y honores
Popo de mis amores
siento su mirada noche y día
escucho sus consejos
segura que nos encontramos en mis sueños
originally published in 2007
Beloved Grand Father,
I ask for your wisdom, your guidance.
Give me strength to remain stoic...
...and ignore all the criticism around me.
Thank you for being a pillar in my life.
I love you,
julia casimira
Tuesday, December 15
long tongues & envious hearts
Monday, December 14
Sunday, December 13
Saturday, December 12
Friday, December 11
roses
Thursday, December 10
Wednesday, December 9
Tuesday, December 8
Monday, December 7
¿Quién causa tanta alegría?
2007 mixed media featuring the interior of León's cathedral
Who causes so much happiness?
This is the cry of millions of Nicaraguans during the December 7th “La Griteria” (The Shouting) celebration of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary. An elaborate altar is set up with fresh flowers, lights, candles and more. Celebrants gather to sing prayerful hymns to Mother Mary. After the singing, massive amounts of food are distributed. Everything from oranges with little paper flags, candies made of condensed milk and coconut, tamales wrapped in dark green plantain leaves and a sweet pink drink made of corn. The tradition began somewhere between the 18th–19th century in the majestic colonial city of León, Nicaragua.
I have always seen “La Purisima” (The Purest) as a fascinating pagan-like ritual, one of my favorite parts of growing up Catholic. As a child, I believed we were honoring all the mothers, all the women and not just a statue of a pretty white lady dressed in blue draping gowns. Even more so today, I like to believe the songs, the prayers and food honor and celebrate the goddess in every woman...
originally published in 2007
goddess mother everywhere
more than ever
we need you
Who causes so much happiness?
This is the cry of millions of Nicaraguans during the December 7th “La Griteria” (The Shouting) celebration of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary. An elaborate altar is set up with fresh flowers, lights, candles and more. Celebrants gather to sing prayerful hymns to Mother Mary. After the singing, massive amounts of food are distributed. Everything from oranges with little paper flags, candies made of condensed milk and coconut, tamales wrapped in dark green plantain leaves and a sweet pink drink made of corn. The tradition began somewhere between the 18th–19th century in the majestic colonial city of León, Nicaragua.
I have always seen “La Purisima” (The Purest) as a fascinating pagan-like ritual, one of my favorite parts of growing up Catholic. As a child, I believed we were honoring all the mothers, all the women and not just a statue of a pretty white lady dressed in blue draping gowns. Even more so today, I like to believe the songs, the prayers and food honor and celebrate the goddess in every woman...
originally published in 2007
goddess mother everywhere
more than ever
we need you
Sunday, December 6
living poetry
Saturday, December 5
Friday, December 4
Thursday, December 3
Wednesday, December 2
she challenged me
Tuesday, December 1
simple pleasures
detail from one of my crazy silk pouches, Kwan Yin
This Holiday season...let us focus on SIMPLE PLEASURES....
value simple pleasures
savor what is naturally good
REUSE and RENEW
cook with humor, eat with meaning
give thanks for farmers and support bountiful oceans
give and give back
share home-cooked favorites
do good and be well
- Whole Foods Market recycled brown paper bag
This Holiday season...let us focus on SIMPLE PLEASURES....
Monday, November 30
his kiss
Sunday, November 29
setting a price
Saturday, November 28
circling love
Friday, November 27
dance in joy
another photo taken by baby, un-retouched 2009
dance away
denial
dance away
decay
dance away
grief
dance in
truth
dance in
renewal
dance in
joy
there is an ocean between them
both are drowning and can only save each other
one is dying
another is birthing
be here now
refreshed and ready to sing
today, dance in joy
remembering my Uca who always danced in joy,
happy birthday beloved Grand Mother
dance away
denial
dance away
decay
dance away
grief
dance in
truth
dance in
renewal
dance in
joy
there is an ocean between them
both are drowning and can only save each other
one is dying
another is birthing
be here now
refreshed and ready to sing
today, dance in joy
remembering my Uca who always danced in joy,
happy birthday beloved Grand Mother
Thursday, November 26
thanksgiving recipe
Wednesday, November 25
wake up to life
Tuesday, November 24
initiation
Monday, November 23
genius of light
2009 photograph from a series taken by my one-year-old
I stretch and I breathe
I forgive and I forget
he hands me a card that reads:
QUALITY rather than appearance...
ETHICS rather than rules....
INTEGRITY rather than domination...
KNOWLEDGE rather than achievement...
SERENITY rather than acquisitions.
- Dr. Wayne Dyer
the genius of the innocent
the genius of the pure of heart
the genius of light
I stretch and I breathe
I forgive and I forget
he hands me a card that reads:
QUALITY rather than appearance...
ETHICS rather than rules....
INTEGRITY rather than domination...
KNOWLEDGE rather than achievement...
SERENITY rather than acquisitions.
- Dr. Wayne Dyer
the genius of the innocent
the genius of the pure of heart
the genius of light
Sunday, November 22
happy birthday
Saturday, November 21
lineas azules
Friday, November 20
almost believed
Thursday, November 19
closed eyes, opened soul
Wednesday, November 18
timelessness
one of my altars
With the recent and most unexpected passing of a friend, I have been questioning time....and Kahlil Gibran answers me:
With the recent and most unexpected passing of a friend, I have been questioning time....and Kahlil Gibran answers me:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, through boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
- Kahlil Gibran
Tuesday, November 17
one night, all night
Monday, November 16
goldfish, yoga & buddha
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