An artist is born…

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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…

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

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Fresh White page…

blank canvas under my burning finger tips

eyes close

fingers feel

heart beats



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


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

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

Sing-Song Poem

Sensational Styles

Soloist strong

something special

sooo sarong

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