Letting Go Is Really About Holding On


Everybody is talking about letting go these days. I read about it everywhere. People seem to be obsessed with the notion of "letting go". I understand it completely, but the more I ponder the concept of letting go, the more I realize that in order to let go, you have to do the opposite. First … Continue reading Letting Go Is Really About Holding On

Time is All We Have


So I wrote a poem about time that I haven't published because I didn't really like it and I realized that I needed to develop the whole time subject better. It seems to me that time is the only actual real thing that exists. And the curious thing about it, is that time comes more … Continue reading Time is All We Have

Momentos


Hay momentos de silencio... de sentirMomentos donde no caben las palabrasDonde las lágrimas valen mejor Hay momentos de sueñoCuando el letargo se mezcla con la melancolía de besos del antañoMomentos cuando la tinta busca el papel Hay momentos de euforiaDe risas inexplicablesY brillos compartidos...Momentos que bastan Hay momentos que quedanQue sólo esperan el recuerdo para revivirseHay momentos invisibles...Como … Continue reading Momentos

Crezco


Me doy cuenta de que crezcoCrezco como enredadera trepando los postesMe observo de arriba y crezco Crezco,Convirtiéndome en mujerDe la niña retengo la habilidad de soñarCon la mujer adquirí el dolor de la realidadLa Diosa me concede una sonrisaY piernas fuertes para bailar La barba del Viejo brillaPlateada bajo la luz de la lunaMe inunda de sus pensamientosAlimentando … Continue reading Crezco

Are You Happy?


Today I've been pondering happiness. Some people say happiness is the purpose of life. Me, I don't think so. Happiness is not the goal of life; it's not something we acquire or reach. According to all those self-help books, it cannot depend on other people. So what is happiness? According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, happiness is: … Continue reading Are You Happy?

First Flight


  The baby birds have flown! Recently I posted about a mother bird who had nested in my flower box. In my last post, the baby birds were already full feathered, but still had not flown. I had mentioned how the mother had been cooing at them from the floor and that I thought she was … Continue reading First Flight