CASIMIRA

CASIMIRA
HERstory through ART
With words and images, I am telling my story.

Through art, I am remembering HERstory...

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Wednesday, October 31

the ghost


The ghost descended upon the house deciding it belonged to her and nobody else – ever. She sang in the morning rain and danced under moonlight, blowing kisses to the wind, being visible to only a few.

an excerpt from a poem-short story I wrote in 1989

Happy Halloween

Tuesday, October 30

hold on

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.

Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.

Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.

- Pueblo Blessing

Monday, October 29

a queen in every woman


"A queen is wise.  She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passed her tests.  She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it.  She has proven she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself.  She rules with authentic power.

Our kingdom is our life, and our life is our kingdom.  We are all meant to rule from a glorious place."
-Marianne Williamson

Sunday, October 28

may the RAIN wash away your worries

may the SUN bring you new energy by day,

may the MOON softly restore you by night,

may the RAIN wash away your worries,

may the BREEZE blow new strength into your being.

may you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

- APACHE BLESSING

Saturday, October 27

blessings multiply in a grateful heart


"You use my world without gratitude. You are blessed but fail to see your blessings. Open your eyes. The sun rises in beauty. The day begins. It is my day that I give you. You are my cherished child. Open your heart. Learn to thank me for all that unfolds for you. I am always present, always active. I bring you people, places, and things to bless your path. I am your provider, your opportunity. I am your path. Be conscious of me. Count your blessings and allow me to multiply them. Every thank-you triggers another gift. Blessings build upon blessings. They multiply in a grateful heart.

Bring me your heart. Let me soften it. Let me teach it to cherish and appreciate the smallest things. The puppy basking in the sun. The butterfly alighting on a bush. The industrious ant. The budding rose. All of these are part of me. All of life is my life, and all of life is yours to enjoy.

Celebrate beauty when you find it. Practice compassion for every living thing. Allow life to teach your heart how to respond to life. Let the willow teach you flexibility. For the poplar learn optimism. From the cottonwood take lessons in gentleness. I bless you with all these. Exercise gratitude that I may bless you more."

- Julia Cameron, excerpt from her book
"Answered Prayers: Love Letters from the Divine"
a beautiful book that found me years ago

Friday, October 26

zen motherhood


sit quietly doing nothing,

spring comes and the grass grows by itself.

- ZEN proverb

Maternal instinct is that protective wild lioness, unafraid to use claws and jaws...unafraid to risk life and strength for her child.

However, sometimes the best protection is allowing our children to learn on their own. Empower them to distinguish danger and yet be unafraid. Show them by example how to get up and stand after a fall.

from my journals

Thursday, October 25

humble beauty

"Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing."
- Camille Pissarro (1830-1903)

photograph - a beautiful birthday gift from Mother Nature

Wednesday, October 24

remembering Gabrielle Roth

"I love waves; I wish I had some in my hair. My daddy did, but I guess I didn't dive into that end of the gene pool. Virginia Woolf wrote my favorite book, The Waves, and I have a son who surfs them. I danced a thousand dances to Patti Smith's song "Wave" and I've waved a thousand good-byes. I've seen waves come and take my house, flood the same bedroom where they accompanied countless nights of lovemaking. I have ridden the waves of labor, of sorrow, and of bliss."
- GABRIELLE ROTH (1941-2012)

Om Namah Shivaya

Tuesday, October 23

be different

"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different."
- Coco Chanel (1883 - 1971)

Monday, October 22

child of destiny

“Since I was a little girl, I believed I was a child of destiny, and if that is true, Richard Burton was surely my fate.”
– Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011)

Sunday, October 21

my life is a poem

"Any time is the time to make a poem."
- Gertrude Stein (1874-1926)

Saturday, October 20

you dance inside my chest

“In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you.”

- RUMI

Friday, October 19

I want to know what you ache for...

one of my favorite poems by Oriah Mountain Dreamer:

"It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments."

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer from the book "The Invitation"

a reminder to be true to myself, to my dreams, to my art...

Thursday, October 18

adventurous

"I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them."
- Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011)

Wednesday, October 17

centered & balanced


I was organizing a bookshelf and stopped to view some photos from years ago. I was younger - and thinner, but I feel more beautiful today. I know who I am, where I stand and where I am headed. I am centered and balanced.

Tuesday, October 16

how old do you feel today?


"I'm not interested in age.
People who tell me their age are silly.
You're as old as you feel."

- Elizabeth Arden (1884 - 1966)

I believe we are all AGE-LESS.

At times I feel I am two thousand years old...wise and eternal, connected with both heaven and earth.

Other times, I feel I am a girl of four or five, wishing upon a star and skipping my way through life with laughter and careless joy.

How old do you feel today?

Monday, October 15

wish upon the NEW MOON tonight

"The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again."
- Lalla (14th century)

Sunday, October 14

four blessings: old age, beauty, happiness & strength

"Just as the soft rains fill the streams,
pour into the rivers, and join together in the oceans,
so may the power of every moment of your goodness
flow forth to awaken and heal all beings--
those here now, those gone before, those yet to come.

By the power of every moment of your goodness,
may your heart's wishes be soon fulfilled
as completely shining as the bright full moon,
as magically as by a wish-fulfilling gem.

By the power of every moment of your goodness,
may all dangers be averted and all disease be gone.
May no obstacle come across your way.
May you enjoy fulfillment and long life.

For all in whose heart dwells respect,
who follow the wisdom and compassion, of the Way,
may your life prosper in the four blessings
of old age, beauty, happiness and strength."

- Traditional Buddhist Blessing & Healing Chant

Saturday, October 13

con tu nombre amor mío



Si me quitaran totalmente todo
si, por ejemplo, me quitaran el saludo
de los pájaros, o los buenos días
del sol sobre la tierra,
me quedaría
aún una palabra.
Aún me quedaría una palabra
donde apoyar la voz.
Si me quitaran las palabras,
o la lengua,
hablaría con el corazón
en la mano,
o con las manos en el corazón.
Si me quitaran una pierna
bailaría en un pie.
Si me quitaran un ojo
lloraría en un ojo.
Si me quitaran un brazo
me quedaría el otro,
para saludar a mis hermanos,
para sembrar los surcos de la tierra,
para escribir todas las playas del mundo, con tu nombre, amor mío.

- Alejandro Romualdo (1926-2008)


moving to Susana Baca's sung version

Friday, October 12

siempre nos encontramos en mis sueños


mi bello Papa-Coco de ojos azules...

Papa-Coco quien me contaba cuentos
- historias reales
- leyendas maravillosas
- con guitarra y voz dulce

Papa-Coco siento su mirada en cielos celestes,
Papa-Coco escucho sus consejos con amor,
ya que siempre nos encontramos en mis sueños...

remembering my beloved grandfather on his birthday