Morning Choice

Our bodies have changed.
Softer, rounder, smoother, and wiser.

Our skins have weathered too.
Freckled, thinner, and beautifully etched.

Our hearts are deeper and broken open.
From abundant joys, scarring losses, the greatest bonds, and everything in between.
Cancer, gun violence, miscarriages, childbirth, graduations, hellos, goodbyes, ruptures and repairs, new jobs and old ones.

Our minds wider and more quieted.
Each heartbreak a hurricane sprinkling drops of humility.
Humbled.

Our creations metamorphosed through the years.
They have grown and they grow us up.

Our dreams no longer rest on the lap of accomplishment.
They consist of intentionally authoring love actions.

So much has changed.

And yet the choice I make every morning,
To walk at your side,
Through this abundant and wild ride,
Remains the same.

Vamos

A Pipa

Amor é como pipa... só voa quando solta

Dando corda da fé
      segurando firme a gentileza
                  e dançando com presença
             as mudanças, balanços,
       e desafios que o vento da vida
traz
      Enxergando
           e fazendo o esforço
             pois amar é um verbo
                Respeitando
               a dança
           autentica
        da
  individualidade
aprendendo
   a lingua
     do amor
        do outro
      Vamos lá
     soltar a nossa pipa
    e ver
           para aonde
               o  vento
                    nos l
                            e
                           v
                         a
                       r
                     á

Esta Tranquilo

Tá tudo bem aqui. 

Não precisa fugir para o túnel do pensamento

e a camara de tortura propria. 

Ta tudo bem, fica aqui.

Não precisa correr aqui tem graça,

vem para mim. 

-Presente 

Pai

Pai

Sempre com fome. 

Disposto a comer. 

Porque é mais fácil botar para dentro do que derramar. 

A muralha se contém com mais tijolos do que com a enchente de lágrimas que surgiriam ao escavar as dores lá de dentro ao pentear os fios da vulnerabilidade e o desconforto das paredes desmoronadas de um ser imperfeito. 

Sabia que parede desmoronada pode se tornar um belo mural poderoso? 

Mas temos que ir lá pintar e cultivar o imperfeito. Não temos que irmos sós. Pintar nos pede presença, nos pede arrego, e nos ensina a entregar as armas que carregamos. Pintar nos chama para descer da muralha, do forte, no posto de salva vidas que salva vidas mortas. 

Vem vamos pintar, não é hora do jantar.

Breathing with You

Dear Friend,

I cannot imagine the way your heart is hemorrhaging several times a day. The physical passing of a sister is not something I have experienced and the thing I most dread in this journey. I cry just at the thought of it. 

And yet, here you are at this juncture when you will never be the same yet never be without her. 

I bare witness to your pain and tears washing up against the shore from the storms of days, months, and years passed. May you breathe into your pain and nurse it as you just cannot pretend when the pain is this severe. A measure and testament of the love, joy, and memories you shared of a lifetime tying the most precious bonds of friendship. Two Angels you in each other’s lives holding hands through the waves of this journey.

I walk with you now my beloved friend. Whatever the path will bring I will breathe it in with you.
Breathing in the pain in the love and light of the Divine Mother Nature. 

We are each other’s keepers. 

Photo by: Tichaamando
Spring 2018

Prayer for Mis Pollitos

Mis Pollitos, 

My prayer for you is that in this world of so much beauty, courage, vulnerability, sadness, distraction, mystery and creation; may you always find courage to bend towards the Source.

Bend towards the light and know that you can always 

seek out the Source from which you came. 

The wonderful goddess that mama calls Mother Nature. She is there in your next breath, over the horizon, 

and underneath your wiggly feet.

In light and warmth, 

Mamãe 

Photo by: Tichaamando 

¿Qué van a decir?

¿Qué van a decir?

¿Qué van a decir de los que decidieron venir por una vida de más promesas y remesas? Un sueño lejano que casi hallaron en sus manos antes que el calor del desierto por cierto los matara. 

What will they say of the courage they carried to seek a new promise land where their dreams are now buried.  Will they speak their names and write them down in history like those who came before them through the turbulent waters of the North Sea and the Atlantic?

¿Cómo será la despedida y la promesa perdida?

Will their names be forever silent in the automated lips of those who use their deaths as loud weapons of hate convincing the masses that a wall will cure us and rid us of any trespassers. Will the wall oxidize like Lady Liberty?

La negación de la humanidad y seres contrabandeados 

Vidas dignas, valientes, y esperanzadas.

¿Hay alguien que nos escuche? 

¿Qué van a decir?