Sunday, January 20, 2013
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Choice.
Every moment of everyday is a choice. What a lovely thought, isn't it? Every now and again I get a little philosophical and lately that's been my mantra.
With the election over, I feel as though a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I think more and more about how it could have gone so differently? I suppose it's best not to dwell on things that could have been or how they should be.
Why are you who you are? Are they the choices we've made, the choices our parent's made, the government choosing what's best for us? If you died today what would you remember about yourself, your contribution to the human race, what in your choices are you most proud of? What will you remember at that very moment of death?
Whilst my mind is bombarded by the constant questions, I think about little things like, the smell of coffee in my Mamita's kitchen, the shuffling of her slippers on the floor early in the morning, having late night conversations with my sister in the bathroom (when she was too scared to go alone), the sound of the whispering peeping noises in my ear from my mom, and the birth of my nephew Sidney, and how I thought that he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Gracias a la Vida, porque la Vida es buena.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Wordless.
Who is your home? Where do you turn when the pressures of life seem to pile on your chest like a six ton elephant? I've always found (and always in the hardest ways) that we are not indeed alone in the universe. There is always someone to help us when we fall, someone to wipe our tears, and always someone to let us know we're so much incredibly loved.
As a child, I relied so much on my mother to help me through the difficult times and in her absence and even sometimes her presence, there was always Venessa. I've got to admit, I haven't changed THAT much because they always seem to be the first people I confide in, when that six ton elephant just doesn't want to budge.
My home will always lie with them, but as we get older we begin a new chapter building our own lives and intertwining them with others. Today, though I relied on the help of my sister another source of hands helping me to my feet were that of my husband's.
I didn't need to go far, I didn't even need to be strong, all I needed was for him to listen. And, silently he listened, and I cried- A LOT. But the best thing about the whole situation was the response I got at the end of my breakdown- a soft "I'm sorry," and a chest to cry on. And then we sat. Silently.
I realized in that moment, and truly found that I am small, and indeed never alone in the universe. I found a wordless, trust followed by love. Gracias.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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