"Don't care what people say."
- Édith Piaf (1915-1963)
Updated Daily: January 2007 - February 2020
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Sunday, March 6
Saturday, March 5
Friday, March 4
Thursday, March 3
casimira: Coretta Scott King
"Women, if the soul of the nation is to be saved, I believe that you must become its soul."
- Coretta Scott King (1927-2006)
- Coretta Scott King (1927-2006)
Wednesday, March 2
Tuesday, March 1
Monday, February 28
casimira: rain kisses & song
"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
- Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
- Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
Sunday, February 27
poetry by Edda M. Sevilla

Dame la dulzura de tus labios
El calor de tu cuerpo
El placer de tus manos
El milagro de tu amor
Llename de ti y así los dos revalsaremos de pasión.
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Tu eres mi cielo siempre rodeandome de amor.
Tu eres mi sol siempre dandome calor.
Tu eres mi luna siempre mi luz en la oscuridad
Yo te prometo ser lo mismo y crear para los dos un paraíso hasta la eternidad.
- Edda M. Sevilla (b. 1949)
Saturday, February 26
casimira: from my journals
My pen is speckled with golden dust...waves of sunlight. My heart is full of gratitude. I am joyful and rejoice...I am enough!
Friday, February 25
Thursday, February 24
casimira: open the window
"The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the centre of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
-RUMI
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the centre of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
-RUMI
Wednesday, February 23
casimira: dream journal excerpt
Tuesday, February 22
casimira: from my journals
siento tu silencio
en cada rincón de mi cuerpo
busco tu riza
y no la encuentro
I feel your silence in every corner of my body, I search for your laughter and do not find it
en cada rincón de mi cuerpo
busco tu riza
y no la encuentro
I feel your silence in every corner of my body, I search for your laughter and do not find it
Monday, February 21
casimira: today
"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." - RUMI
a day of reading, painting and writing...
Sunday, February 20
casimira: sunset
This morning I painted with watercolors and discovered I painted the sunset...
“To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.” - RUMI
“To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.” - RUMI
Saturday, February 19
Friday, February 18
casimira: luna
what do you thirst for?
take in tonight's full moon and tell her your dreams
"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection." - RUMI
take in tonight's full moon and tell her your dreams
"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection." - RUMI
Thursday, February 17
casimira: authenticity
"My aim: never copy. Create a new style, light, brilliant colours, and sense the elegance in your models."
- Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980)
It is one thing is to be influenced by other artists, designers.
It is quite another thing to copy.
To copy is to have no shame and no self-worth, worse yet – no voice.
How can you be proud of yourself if you copy?
Authenticity matters to me.
- Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980)
It is one thing is to be influenced by other artists, designers.
It is quite another thing to copy.
To copy is to have no shame and no self-worth, worse yet – no voice.
How can you be proud of yourself if you copy?
Authenticity matters to me.
Wednesday, February 16
casimira: a tree
"I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
Tuesday, February 15
casimira: art is air
el rey azteca se vistió de mis sueños
cantó de cristales y piedras con sedas y palabras
el arte es aire
...art is air...
exceprt from a short story
cantó de cristales y piedras con sedas y palabras
el arte es aire
...art is air...
exceprt from a short story
Monday, February 14
casimira: Picasso

excerpt from a series of writings featuring Pablo Picasso; the stories always come to me through Spanish dreams
un día de sol
Palo de Limón
se enamoro de Rosa Linda
con sus espinas ella le saco el jugo
con sus perfumes lo hipnotizó
después de mucho tiempo
con un poco de azúcar negra prestada
el finalmente la conquisto
una noche de luna
vestido de Toro-Cura
Picasso los caso con pluma, oro y luz
de esta unión
nació Pez-con-Alas-de-Mariposa
tu crees en estas cosas?
son maravillosas...son milagrosas
one sunny day
Lemon Tree
fell in love with Rosa Linda
and her thorns began to squeeze his juices dry
while her perfumes hypnotized him
after some time
with a bit of borrowed brown sugar
he finally won her over
on a moonlit night
dressed as Bull-Priest
Picasso married them with feather, gold and light
from this union
Fish-with-Butterfly-Wings was born
do you believe in such things?
marvelous and miraculous things...
originally published in 2007
Sunday, February 13
casimira: embrace the entire world
Saturday, February 12
casimira: RUMI
Rumi whispered a sweet song to me early this morning:
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep."
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep."
Friday, February 11
casimira: fairy
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Thursday, February 10
Wednesday, February 9
casimira: mujer
te pinto mi alma
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
Tuesday, February 8
casimira: song of my soul
Monday, February 7
Sunday, February 6
casimira: gypsy
Saturday, February 5
Friday, February 4
casimira: Tio Alberto
contemplating the ephemeral, fragile beauty of life...the sacred cycle of birth, death and rebirth...
remembering beloved Tio Alberto
remembering beloved Tio Alberto
Thursday, February 3
casimira: peace through smiles
"If we are peaceful, if we are happy, we can smile and blossom like a flower, and everyone in our family, our entire society, will benefit from our peace." - Thich Nhat Hanh
smile today and blossom
life is too short to carry around low energies that weigh us down
just smile
feel the sunshine on your face
breathe in the moment
smile today and blossom
life is too short to carry around low energies that weigh us down
just smile
feel the sunshine on your face
breathe in the moment
Wednesday, February 2
casimira: moon to sun
I am goddess of pearl
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
I need neither sun nor gold
and I never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
I need neither sun nor gold
and I never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
Tuesday, February 1
Monday, January 31
Sunday, January 30
casimira: feel & be silent
"Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent." - RUMI
Saturday, January 29
Friday, January 28
casimira: madre diosa
Thursday, January 27
casimira: mountain spirit
Wednesday, January 26
casimira: celebrate the seasons of our lives
let us welcome winter's snow
with the wonder of a child
let us welcome winter's dance
and celebrate the seasons of our lives
with the wonder of a child
let us welcome winter's dance
and celebrate the seasons of our lives
Tuesday, January 25
casimira: take the plunge

take the plunge, she whispered.
--but the water may be cold...
take the plunge, she urged.
--but what if I drown?...
take the plunge, she pleaded.
--but I will get wet...
take the plunge, she ordered.
--but I am afraid of....of never wanting to come back for air...
take the plunge or you'll always be wondering--and how sad would that be, she said.
how many excuses do YOU have for not taking the plunge?
originally published in 2007
Monday, January 24
casimira: Eleanor Roosevelt

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.a few of my favorite quotes I try to live by
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people."
- Eleanor Roosevelt (1884 – 1962)
Sunday, January 23
casimira: dreaming with pearls and diamonds
...dressed in a gown of coral draped with pearls and diamonds, she sat on her throne in the balcony of the great Parisian palace...
excerpt from 2006 Dream Journal
inspiration for sculpture and short story
Saturday, January 22
casimira: inner rhythm
"She would never exchange her solitude for anything. Never again to be forced to move to the rhythms of others." - Tillie Olsen (1912-2007)
Growing up, I often moved to the rhythms of others.
Today, I sing my own song and dance to the beat of my own drum.
I follow my inner rhythm...I must...
Growing up, I often moved to the rhythms of others.
Today, I sing my own song and dance to the beat of my own drum.
I follow my inner rhythm...I must...
Friday, January 21
casimira: what do you love?
I love being a mother. I love being a woman. I love being with him. I love writing. I love dreaming. I love playing... What do you love?
"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do." - Rumi
"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do." - Rumi
Thursday, January 20
Wednesday, January 19
casimira: the dream continues to crystallize
de repente despertó
una nube la encontró
entre luna y estrellas
con Rubén y Margarita
la historia quería ser escrita
originally published in 2007, excerpt from a dream
today, the dream continues to crystallize
I am being guided by light
by stars holding secret messages
by the cycle of the moon
and the rhythm of the ocean
Margarita, esta linda la mar...
Tuesday, January 18
Monday, January 17
casimira: we are the ones we have been waiting for

"Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know our garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel like they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off toward the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.
See who is there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves! For the moment we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lonely wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for."
The Elders,
Oraibi, Arizona
Hopi Nation
Sunday, January 16
casimira: murmullos celestes
te pinto mi alma
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
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