Yesterday, Christopher said “Mami, can I talk to you? I want to ask you a question.” I said “sure of course we can talk”. And he asked me… “Mami, do you know that feeling you get when you feel like you want to make something but you don’t know what it is?” And I thought wow, I had never actually talked about that feeling, but I did know it. The stirring feeling that I get in my chest when something is brewing on the inside yearning to come out and even I don’t know what it is. I told him “yes, Chris I do know that feeling. When you feel like there is something that you want to make but you don’t know. Sometimes I’ll start writing when that happens, and then it will be a poem. Or I’ll start to draw and whatever it is just takes shape slowly”. He was so excited that I knew that feeling that he was referring to. But I thought it was amazing that he had that feeling and wanted to discuss it. Christopher looks like he’s going to be a little artist. I’m not sure what it is he will make, maybe art, maybe poetry, maybe even music. But something is simmering inside of him to come out… He sang me a short song that he had made up too… I want to record it and post it here, although I’m not really sure how. ..
Going Back in time…
19 Aug 2010 Leave a comment
in change, expression, life, love, Uncategorized
If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change a thing in my life…
Art Journal Spread ready to be journalled
But If I could go back in time and talk to my 16-year-old self I’d tell her to take her time. That things might not be the way she wants them at that moment, but that it will all come in good time. I’d tell her to remember to always be true to herself, and to keep up with the things that rejuvenate her, like reading, writing and creating art. The pleasure that comes with those things will be so much longer lasting then the temporary pleasure that will come with partying. And to remember to keep things in perspective. Two years goes by in the blink of an eye, so will high school come to an end too quickly as will college. I’d tell her to be true to herself above all else. Oh and to keep a better journal, cause I want to go back and relive all of our memories through all of her wonderful journal entries. lol
Fresh White page…
06 Aug 2010 2 Comments
in dreams, expression, life, love, poems, random
blank canvas under my burning finger tips
eyes close
fingers feel
heart beats
smooth
endless
thoughts paused
thoughts caught
stuck on to the paper
moments in time
harpooned into stillness
captured for
turning you over in my palm
feeling the smooth grittiness of memories
long forgotten
smashed flat
pressed away in darkest deepest corners
never to be remembered
hope exposed
life untold
dreams smoke
oozed and seep through pores
too gaping to be refined
words jumble
minds entwined
wounds heal
love resounds
eyes opened
bright page
the cats meow
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so that’s it for me today… just a bunch of random nothing and everything all here on the page. my daily soul expose to my followers…
Strawberry kisses
06 Aug 2010 Leave a comment
in dreams, expression, God, hopes, life, love, poems
Do you remember
blowing wishes on the wind
white thistles grabbed onto air as
your dreams floated off into the universe
to be caught only by God
and breathed back into your life
Prince Charming on White Horses
always ready with a song and a smile
curly haired cherubian babies to be born to you
laughing and smiling never a wet eye in the house
sweet kisses like strawberries always on your lips and your cheeks
every morning would be Christmas
every night would be New Years
Paradise a playground only for grown ups
remembering those wishes blown into the wind
so long ago
feeling happy that one wish did get up to God
and breathed back to me…
those strawberry kisses
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