At least, that's the way I see it

And so is love. 

It's not pretty or buttoned-up and presentable. 

It's certainly not proper and timely in any way you would expect. 

Love manifests itself in raw, unedited, surprising ways. And yet when it does reveal its presence, everything seems to make sense.  The only way truth can exist. Love never clearly tells you where it's taking you and where you will end up. It'll actually walk you through some scary, shitty and unexpected places. 

It reminds you of how human and vulnerable you are. 

It pushes you until you are down on your knees, begging for some relief.  And the very minute you find yourself surrendering, handing over your ego on a silver platter and begging for mercy, that's when love shows its clever face. That's when love takes your face in its hands and says, 'see my darling, that's the heart that needed to shine and let itself be seen. I've been waiting for you to reveal yourself'. 

Love will relentlessly remind you how much lighter and freeing it is when you let it in; Love will reinstate it's trust in you and show you how it has been present all along. It was honoring your evolution. It was admiring your path and letting you go through those experiences so that indeed, you could wake up one day and understand that it has never left your side. 

And so is love. 

Love is not boastful and proud. Love does not exist in fear. Love is not a fantasy. Love is not an attachment or a dependency to hide behind. Love needs you to shine yourself - all of yourself. Love is being soft when your heart is hard and it demands the most from you when you're at your weakest. Love is honest and humble and vulnerable. Love is powerful in silence. And can be so loud it's deafening. 

          It's the explanation behind everything you do. It will always honor you.

          And so is love.

Impossible

OR 

I'm Possible

Your choice. 

Wish

They come true, promise.....

Happy 3rd Birthday, my cheeky monkey!

Happy 3rd Birthday, my cheeky monkey! 
He'd rather sing
instead of talk, dance instead of walk; he laughs at his own expressions in the mirror; he LOVES to laugh! 
he is vocal and shy; he comes alive when he's outside; 
he studies people's faces, pays attention, remembers the little things; he loves having his head and back scratched and hugs without fearing rejection -
There's no such thing in his world.
He IS love.
He has taught me more poignant lessons in three years than those preceding...and I have an incessant hunger to show him, for him and myself, the beautiful potential we all have to be greater than we can imagine.
Thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for the gift you have given me. I will always remind you of your brightness - your beauty, my darling son. We have so many fun adventures ahead!
Te adoro; de a qui, a la luna....
- your mama

Southern Stars

For no particular reason and for many...I felt it today. I was transported to my (younger) youth. Summer nights in Atlanta. It's magic. Only those that have lived it truly know. It's a warm, breezy, smell of trees and dewy grass and a moon that glows like a spot light. With stars so bright they make you forget all about the day. And somehow, anything is possible. 

It's a feeling of pure freedom and of ease knowing you have your whole life in front of you. An endless possibility that maybe, just maybe, your crazy dreams will somehow spill over into reality and become one in the same. It was those summer nights that made me believe I was a little closer to the creator of all that's good and of all that has purpose. there wasn't much space between us. I would give thanks in advance knowing my life would take me to unimaginable places. And boy, has it.

There really is something about the south in the summertime. I'm grateful for those memories. They're so vivid still.

I wish I could bottle that feeling up and spike my coffee with it in the morning so that it wouldn't get foggy and forgotten during a day full of 'should's' and adult distractions. It's so easy to push those memories aside and overcomplicate what's innately simple. It's an easy habit to belittle those feelings of possibility and 'why the hell not's'.

So why the hell not?!

When no one's looking and it's really quiet, those southern stars can make mountains move inside of you...as easily and softly as that warm breeze. As effortless as a southern sky in the summertime.

Thanks Georgia...I never stopped loving you.