Soft Pink Sand


Horseshoe Bay Beach, Bermuda. 2017

This is the way I choose to live my life, as a wanderer. To wander, is to explore. “I  have places to go, people to see, and things to do.” I remember my mom always saying that, and it still sticks with me. I’ve got things to do! Bermuda was next up, and just a direct flight from NYC. I decided to put Horseshoe Bay Beach as the number one place to find. This is the beach that has soft pink sand. Let’s recognize the parrot fish for all they do to create beautiful white and pink sandy beaches. Keep on pooping! So, as I write here, toes in soft pink sand, I’m feeling pinkfully peaceful. The water is gorgeous, with layers of teal, aqua, mint, and sea blues and greens. I’m a beach gal. No matter where I travel, there’s got to be a beach within some walking distance. It’s one of the places I choose to use for meditation. It’s my place of peace. At this moment, I’m too distracted to write, because the way the aqua blue water is crashing onto the soft pink sand… I’m feeling very ready to paint! I also have this thing with having “been there, and done that.” I’m just very preferential, with no apologies. Once I’ve done something, that’s it, on to the next. There’s so much to do and see, and I’m all for mixing things up, all for giving things a chance, all for spreading the love, and all for living with an open mind and heart. Although there’s so much to see, I came to Bermuda for the soft pink sand. Now that I’ve seen it, buried my feet in it, tried to get photos of it, I can carry along. I love making lists, and not checking things twice, but checking things off! Bermuda, the place known for being a volcanic sea mountain, the place known for the triangle, and so much more of whatever else, but please excuse me because, I only came for the soft pink sand. Oh, and when I say pink, I mean the lightest hue of pink you can imagine!

Piece of Me


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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Wonder Why I Wander?


Photo: Cartagena, Colombia. 2016.

I’m an introvert. It’s the way I feel, not the things I have, that contribute to who I am. Therefore, spending time exploring on my own is an opportunity for me to connect with myself, internally. On top of that, I just don’t enjoy compromising. If you’re also an introvert, you may agree that traveling alone is one of the best things you can do for your soul. Even if you are an extrovert, traveling solo is worth doing at least once in life. One simple reason is because I know that my interests will never completely match those of others – so bascially, I’m selfish with my time. I enjoy living freely, with no limits and no obligations. I can decide each day whether I want to go to the beach or for a simple walk. I can hike for hours, or have a lazy day by the pool. I can go out, be social and meet new people, or sit in silence. I can wander around different neighborhoods, or play it safe and ride a tour bus. I can explore the world’s famous wonders, or the not-so-famous wonders that don’t receive enough attention. There’s so much beauty in the world, and I plan to see as much as I possibly can in my lifetime.

“Not all who wander are lost.” We call ourselves “Wanderlusts”! We are people who are less interested in collecting things, and more interested in collecting experiences.

There’s so much freedom in travleling solo. Part of that freedom is looking forward to all of the minor and major things I’ll learn about myself. When I’m alone, I tend to show even more gratitude for simple pleasures. A great example is participating in random conversations with strangers. In those moments, I’m allowing myself to be open to possibilities, and share with another the love of life and all of its randomness. I may be alone, but I am far from lonely. I’d like to think that I take time to enjoy my own company, before I expect others to. In moments of solitude, I’m embracing who I am, and the many factors that make me unique. Sometimes, in large groups – people hold back their authenticity. If I first learn to be authentic in solitude, that should encourage me to be authentic around others. I view it as building character. I’m gaining a greater perspective on my life and life itself. Each day, I’m becoming even more conscious of my purpose. It forces a person to become connected with what their heart desires. Similar to the way an artist’s spirit moves them to share their pieces of work. There’s a level of comfort you develop with your thoughts and your feelings, that allow you to openly and honestly share those sentiments with others, without worrying about being judged.

Traveling solo encourages me to exist in a world where my heart and mind are always open to give and receive. I’m continuously understanding how to ride the wave and go in the direction where the wind calls my name. The flow tends to lead me toward a hot sun, with a cool breeze, on a sandy beach near a palm tree, sipping a yummy cocktail and indulging in tasty food, after I write a short piece of literature, while listening to a really smooth r&b playlist. Or strolling through neighborhoods, stopping for a cup of coffee at a random cafe, speaking to strangers in various languages, taking many photos (and quite often, selfies), volunteering for a few hours and finding a peaceful place to sit in a park by a lake. “The flow” is me listening to my intuition; honoring my desires. That’s selflove. So, if you wonder why I wander, it’s because it’s one of the most freeing feelings in the world!