It’s been so long

It’s hard to remember life as we knew it the last time I sat to post here. It’s been so long. Friendships have ended, the world has faced and continues to battle a pandemic and race is front and center in our country. It is my hope that we’ve reached a tipping point and there’s no going back but who can ever really be sure. It feels like everything is politicized from believing in science to wearing a mask and even children going back to school in person. One could easily and justifiably ask, “what has become of all of us?” Are our egos so big we cannot unite even when faced with universal threats? Is racism so ingrained in America that protesting racism is now somehow unpatriotic? Only if I knew these answers.

Not all has been lost however, some amazing things have come out of this time:

  • I make time to meditate consistently
  • I work out almost daily
  • I’ve started running on the weekends
  • Gardening is a new hobby and I have quite a collection of herbs and veggies I grow on my own
  • I have incorporated meditation into my girls’ daily routine
  • My bike finally got moved into the house

Yes, more has happened as well but I don’t need to brag. Not at all. Life has become real. Relationships have been tested and only those things and persons that truly matter are given my energy. No more mindless acts or entertaining individuals just to make them feel better. No more shrinking and staying silent when I see something that is not right.

I’m starting courses at Yale next month and I couldn’t be more excited. 2020 may have disappointed on various levels but I am determined to make the best lemonade out of these lemons we’ve all been handed.

I’ll be back soon.

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The gift

Some gestures are never forgotten.

They shouldn’t be.

Individuals giving beyond mission, self.

Life-

Complicated & endearing;

The experiences that mold, make us.

Standing, hearing his words I realized my Power.

Existing all along, yet never actualized, realized.

‘Stay the course Mija’,

‘Don’t give up Mija’.

…time to use the key…

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Selfish.

My inspiration is intangible and fluid,

Overwhelming and subtle.

Blending reality and theory, hypotheticals.

Seamlessly.

Tirelessly.

Waking me,

Keeping me from merely existing.

My inspiration surrounds me,

In music and art-

Love and gestures;

Familiar smiles, long hugs, tender kisses-touches that linger…

It exhausts and revives,

Like a dip in the middle of summer in a cool pond.

Exhilarating and exhausting.

A paradox all its’ own.

It is mine, alone.