Rise Up

August 27th blogedit

Isla de Barú, Cartagena, Colombia. 2018

“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide.” That’s what the storm says. That’s what time says. That’s what nature says. (That’s what The Fugees say).

Well, we can try to hide, but not well enough. Sometimes it’s better to just stay out in the open, where we find ourselves vulnerable and forced to face the changes. Hiding from these changes will only make us feel small, because we were afraid. Also, because we’d be left with a mountain of “shoulda, coulda, wouldas.” In hiding, especially from the storm, we lose out on the universe’s offer to cleanse us of anything that no longer serves us. All it wants to do is lighten our load. Free us of conscious and subconscious burdens. It wants to condition us to become fearless, and embrace change. The storm; the change in weather is just a metaphor otherwise, of the possibilities in life.

The oceans run deep, and at times they rise up. They become stormy, because there’s a sort of tension that needs to be released. We, as humans, have oceans of emotions. They run deep. They become stormy, because there are sorts of tension that have a need to be released. We have to face those storms to move on, to grow, to become stronger.

It’s all temporary. The weather, our feelings, our circumstances. When we embrace that, it’s likely because we have not forgotten about our sunny days. We have not forgotten the rainbows. We have not forgotten how clean the air has become after the storm. We have not forgotten the pleasure of breathing easy.

We can’t expect the sun to shine on our days, and not have the water rise as well. It’s a responsibility. We all have rhythm, we all move. It’s in how we interpret our experiences, that transform our livelihoods.

We are the ups and downs, the ins and outs, the comings and goings, because we’re alive. We are supposed to dance. We are living art. So, whether the weather is stormy, sunny, or sorta funny, be fearless. Weather, the weather. Rise up.

 

I’m Home.

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Melbourne, Australia. 2018

I know where it is. It may have taken me a while to understand it exactly, but ever since I’ve figured it out, there’s a type of freedom I feel that no one can take from me. Home, is wherever I am. I carry everything with me, and that makes me feel at home. On my journey, throughout my travels, the people I meet, the ones I come to love and leave, it’s okay, because I take all that matters to me, with me. I don’t have room to carry things in my luggage that would try to remind me of who I am. That’s what my heart is for… It’s an unlimited space, filled with treasures. My heart is filled with people, memories, dreams, love, hope, and passions, that only I would understand. There are moments when I think I’m homesick, and it’s only because I may have forgotten that what I’m looking for is not always out in the world, but within myself. I’m at home, everyplace I go, because I carry my people with me (y’all know who y’all are). It can all be so simple, and I prefer simple. The key to that, is to be kind and choose love.

It’s been 10 years since I’ve been in Australia, and as soon as I landed, I was home, again.

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“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends and family belong, and laughter never ends.”

“Chase your dreams, but always know the road that will lead you home again.”

“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is made with love and dreams.”

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

“What I love most about my home is who I share it with.”

“Home is wherever you leave everything you love and never question that it will be there when you return.”

I’m home.

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Piece of Me

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Brooklyn, NY.

Happy 2017! Just a year ago, I started this blog and I thought it was going to mostly be about my children’s book, my paintings, and my travel adventures. Little did I know that I’d be inspired to dive deep, and focus my writing on self-reflection. As you can see, there are no limits here. Each post is a reminder of how I am growing, and my sincere interest in helping others reveal their truth. Let’s be real, and do whatever it is that truly makes us feel a sense of joy!

I don’t always know what to say. I don’t always use the perfect words to interpret how I’m feeling, and in those moments, I am really grateful for my outlet of painting. I actually find it to be better than verbal expression. If could never speak again, I’d be okay with that – because I have art. It speaks for me, sometimes better than I ever could. It is becoming a way of life. I need it. I crave it. I live for the opportunity to splash and blend colors onto a blank canvas, and share the result with others. I’m even more grateful to the people who see something special within each piece, and have one or more hanging within their humble abodes. That means a lot! Anyone who owns a DMC Original, truly has something that is one of a kind. Each painting is symbolic of how I was feeling in the moment. There are no intentions to create anything in particular, simply freedom of expression and creativity. The appreciation people have for that is invaluable. Anyone who owns a piece, has a piece of my heart.

This year, I’m going to continue on my journey to freely express myself, through art, writing, travel, and whatever else, because there are no limits. Stay tuned…

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