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- in an ocean of people
- sudden bursts of laughter of the goddess
- seeing smoke signals
- la mosquita muerta
- no sé cómo ni sé con qué pretexto
- sparkle in the midst of darkness
- gracias Tío
- mi padre Nicaragüense
- if it's selfless love you're looking for, you've g...
- enamorada de un arbol
- full moon summer solstice
- father's day
- for Carlos and Isabelle
- my children face to face with Diego Rivera
- mother to a new world
- you never say thank you and you ignore her advice
- ye tang che
- what can we do to promote world peace?
- las primeras
- the truth my sweetheart
- still a little bit of you
- que veinte años no es nada
- no estás solo, porque yo te quiero
- no alternative path
- to enter your sleep
- ironía del destino
- dreams
- beautiful souvenirs...is that all that is left?
- no me tientes
- ego doesn't want to lose strength
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June
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Thursday, June 30
in an ocean of people
Wednesday, June 29
sudden bursts of laughter of the goddess
Tuesday, June 28
seeing smoke signals
Monday, June 27
la mosquita muerta
Sunday, June 26
no sé cómo ni sé con qué pretexto
"Mi táctica es -
mirarte -
aprender como sos -
quererte como sos -
mi táctica es -
hablarte -
y escucharte -
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible
mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos
mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos
no haya telón
ni abismos
mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple
mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites."
Saturday, June 25
sparkle in the midst of darkness
Friday, June 24
gracias Tío
Thursday, June 23
mi padre Nicaragüense
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer, every day in every way, it's getting better and better...
Before you cross the street, take my hand. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans..."
- John Lennon
snapshot of my beloved father holding my newborn daughter for the first time...a special, blessed day which happens to be Father's Day in Nicaragua
Wednesday, June 22
if it's selfless love you're looking for, you've got the wrong goddess
Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War
Many flies are now alive
while he is not.
He was not my patron.
He preferred full granaries, I battle.
My roar meant slaughter.
Yet here we are together
in the same museum.
That's not what I see, though, the fitful
crowds of staring children
learning the lesson of multi-
cultural obliteration, sic transit
and so on.
I see the temple where I was born
or built, where I held power.
I see the desert beyond,
where the hot conical tombs, that look
from a distance, frankly, like dunces' hats,
hide my jokes: the dried-out flesh
and bones, the wooden boats
in which the dead sail endlessly
in no direction.
What did you expect from gods
with animal heads?
Though come to think of it
the ones made later, who were fully human
were not such good news either.
Favour me and give me riches,
destroy my enemies.
That seems to be the gist.
Oh yes: And save me from death.
In return we're given blood
and bread, flowers and prayer,
and lip service.
Maybe there's something in all of this
I missed. But if it's selfless
love you're looking for,
you've got the wrong goddess.
I just sit where I'm put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking:
that the deity who kills for pleasure
will also heal,
that in the midst of your nightmare,
the final one, a kind lion
will come with bandages in her mouth
and the soft body of a woman,
and lick you clean of fever,
and pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck
and caress you into darkness and paradise."
Tuesday, June 21
enamorada de un arbol
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)
Monday, June 20
full moon summer solstice
Sunday, June 19
father's day
Saturday, June 18
for Carlos and Isabelle
Friday, June 17
my children face to face with Diego Rivera
Thursday, June 16
mother to a new world
- Marianne Williamson
Wednesday, June 15
you never say thank you and you ignore her advice
Tuesday, June 14
ye tang che
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In Tibetan there's an interesting word: ye tang che. The ye part means "totally, completely," and the rest of it means "exhausted." Altogether, ye tang che means totally tired out. We might say "totally fed up." It describes an experience of complete hopelessness, of completely giving up hope. This is an important point. This is the beginning of the beginning. Without giving up hope -- that there's somewhere better to be, that there's someone better to be -- we will never relax with where we are now or who we are.
To think that we can finally get it all together is unrealistic. To seek for some lasting security is futile. To undo our very ancient and very stuck habitual patterns of mind requires that we begin to turn around some of our most basic assumptions. Believing in a solid, separate self, continuing to seek pleasure and avoid pain, thinking that someone "out there" is to blame for our pain -- one has to get totally fed up with these ways of thinking. One has to give up hope that this way of thinking will bring us satisfaction. Suffering begins to dissolve when we can question the belief or the hope that there's anywhere to hide."
I bring it all to my meditation mat: the numbness, the emptiness, the anxiety, the loss, the boredom, the grief, the gratitude, the joy, the laughter, the exhaustion...without judgement. I sit and breathe and simply honor what is going on at the moment...
Monday, June 13
what can we do to promote world peace?
Sunday, June 12
las primeras
Saturday, June 11
the truth my sweetheart
Friday, June 10
still a little bit of you
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"still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt...
still a little bit of your ghost - your witness
still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed...
still a little bit of your song in my ear,
still a little bit of your words I long to hear..."
- Damien Rice
excerpt from my journals, mixed media on canvas
Thursday, June 9
que veinte años no es nada
que veinte años no es nada,
que febril la mirada,
errante en las sombras,
te busca y te nombra..."
- Estrella Morente
Wednesday, June 8
no estás solo, porque yo te quiero
No te rindas, aún estás a tiempo -
De alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo,
Aceptar tus sombras,
Enterrar tus miedos,
Liberar el lastre,
Retomar el vuelo.
No te rindas que la vida es eso,
Continuar el viaje,
Perseguir tus sueños,
Destrabar el tiempo,
Correr los escombros,
Y destapar el cielo.
No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se esconda,
Y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma,
Aún hay vida en tus sueños.
Porque la vida es tuya y tuyo también el deseo,
Porque lo has querido y porque te quiero.
Porque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto.
Porque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo.
Abrir las puertas,
Quitar los cerrojos,
Abandonar las murallas que te protegieron,
Vivir la vida y aceptar el reto,
Recuperar la risa,
Ensayar un canto,
Bajar la guardia y extender las manos,
Desplegar las alas,
E intentar de nuevo,
Celebrar la vida y retomar los cielos.
No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma,
Aún hay vida en tus sueños.
Porque cada día es un comienzo nuevo,
Porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento.
Porque no estás solo, porque yo te quiero.
- Mario Benedetti (1920 - 2009)
Tuesday, June 7
no alternative path
Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot, in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day; heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average life. Heartbreak is an indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life’s work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is just as much an essence and emblem of care as the spiritual athlete’s quick but abstract ability to let go. Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going.
Heartbreak is how we mature; yet we use the word heartbreak as if it only occurs when things have gone wrong: an unrequited love, a shattered dream, a child lost before their time. Heartbreak, we hope, is something we hope we can avoid; something to guard against, a chasm to be carefully looked for and then walked around; the hope is to find a way to place our feet where the elemental forces of life will keep us in the manner to which we want to be accustomed and which will keep us from the losses that all other human beings have experienced without exception since the beginning of conscious time. But heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.
…If heartbreak is inevitable and inescapable, it might be asking us to look for it and make friends with it, to see it as our constant and instructive companion, and even perhaps, in the depth of its impact as well as in its hindsight, to see it as its own reward. Heartbreak asks us not to look for an alternative path, because there is no alternative path. It is a deeper introduction to what we love and have loved, an inescapable and often beautiful question, something or someone who has been with us all along, asking us to be ready for the last letting go."
Monday, June 6
to enter your sleep
Sunday, June 5
ironía del destino
Cuanto tu me miras se me sube el corazón
La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el sol...
Tu cuerpo y el mio llenando el vacío
Subiendo y bajando...
Ese fuego por dentro me esta enloqueciendo,
Me va saturando
La cerveza y el tequila y tu boca con la mía
Ya no puedo mas
Ya no puedo mas
Con esta melodía, tu color, tu fantasía
Con tu filosofía mi cabeza esta vacía
Y ya no puedo mas
Ya no puedo mas
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca
Ay besar tu boca
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo,
Tu latidos aceleran a mi corazón,
Abrazarte y sentir la magia de tu olor...
Bailando amor, es que se me va el dolor..."
Saturday, June 4
dreams
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- a tiny corner of my world - |
I give my dreams time and room to grow, stretch and develop. I go for walks and contemplate the sacredness of a stone, the miracle of a wildflower. I dance and dream. I laugh and cry with my dreams. My dreams keep me alive...truly alive...my dreams nourish and sustain me.
excerpt from one of my journals, originally posted in 2010l
Friday, June 3
beautiful souvenirs...is that all that is left?
Thursday, June 2
no me tientes
Wednesday, June 1
ego doesn't want to lose strength
"How wonderful to go beyond wanting and fearing in your relationships. Love does not want or fear anything.
If her past were your past, her pain your pain, her level of consciousness your level of consciousness, you would think and act exactly as she does. With this realization comes forgiveness, compassion, peace.
The ego doesn't like to hear this, because if it cannot be reactive and righteous anymore, it will lose strength.
When you receive whoever comes into the space of Now as a noble guest, when you allow each person to be as they are, they begin to change."
- Eckhart Tolle
snapshot - yes, I love to doodle everywhere