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The Taste of Your Words

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I miss the taste of your words on my skin,

the way they danced upon my senses

like a gentle summer breeze.

Each syllable carried a subtle electricity,

tracing delicate pathways along my flesh,

igniting a fire within.

Your voice, a sweet symphony,

wrapped around me,

weaving a tapestry of longing and desire.

It whispered secrets that only my soul

could comprehend,

a language that transcended mere words.

Your whiskey-colored eyes, deep pools of amber and warmth,

beckoned me with an irresistible pull.

They held secrets untold,

stories whispered in the flicker of a flame.

As I gazed into them, I felt myself surrendering,

willingly adrift in your captivating world.

Your essence, like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day,

cradled me, allowing me to float weightlessly

on the surface of life’s tumultuous waters.

In your presence, worries and cares melted away,

replaced by a serene tranquility.

With each stolen glance, I dove deeper,

enveloped in the spell you casted,

finding solace and bliss in the depths of your gaze.

Oh, how I ache for the intimacy of your phrases,

the vulnerability they unleashed within me.

Without them, I am left yearning,

my skin craving the delicious poetry

that once painted me in ecstasy.

~Millie America

On Being Human

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Amidst the depths of being human, a universe unfolds,

Vast and mysterious, a tapestry of stories untold.

Emotions collide, like galaxies in cosmic dance,

Weaving the fabric of our lives, by chance.

Within the heart’s labyrinth, love and longing reside,

Aching echoes of connection, impossible to hide.

Joy and sorrow intertwine, like sunsets and storms,

Beneath the surface, a symphony of norms.

The mind, a kaleidoscope of thoughts and dreams,

Searching for meaning in life’s flowing streams.

Questions arise, seeking truth’s elusive shore,

Navigating the tides, forever seeking more.

In this vulnerability, strength is found anew,

A fragile resilience, woven through and through.

In pain and triumph, we learn to grow,

Like seeds, we rise, a testament to the ebb and flow.

The depth of being human is a boundless sea,

Where laughter and tears coexist harmoniously.

For in our imperfections, we find beauty’s embrace,

An ever-evolving journey, a dance of grace.

So let us dive deeper, explore our soul’s expanse,

Embrace the contradictions, take life’s daring chance.

For in the depths of being human, we discover,

The richness of existence, a love to uncover.

~Millie America

I love you!

Lessons From My Puerto Rican Mother

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Growing up with a Puerto Rican mother, who was a single parent, was a gift that shaped my life in profound ways. Her wisdom, strength, and vibrant cultural heritage imparted invaluable life lessons that continue to guide me. From embracing diversity to cherishing family bonds, here are some of the invaluable teachings I’ve received from my extraordinary Puerto Rican mother.

Embracing Cultural Pride:

One of the most significant lessons my Puerto Rican mother instilled in me is the importance of embracing and celebrating our cultural heritage. From an early age, she taught me about the richness of Puerto Rican traditions, music, cuisine, and language. Through lively family gatherings, she ensured that I understood the significance of cultural pride and the need to honor our roots. By doing so, she cultivated a sense of belonging, instilling in me a deep appreciation for the diversity that exists in the world and reminding me to always be proud of where I come from.

Strength in Resilience:

My Puerto Rican mother’s unwavering strength in the face of adversity has been a constant source of inspiration. She experienced the hardships of life firsthand and taught me that resilience is the key to overcoming any challenge. Through her example, I learned the importance of perseverance, determination, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks. Her resilience taught me that life’s obstacles are merely opportunities for growth and that with determination, I can overcome any obstacle that comes my way. I am raising two small children alone like she was at this age. I understand more than ever, the sacrifices and strength that is running through my blood because of her.

The Power of Family:

Family holds a special place in Puerto Rican culture, and my mother made sure I understood its significance. She taught me that family is not only defined by blood ties but also by the love, support, and unity shared among its members. Through her actions, she demonstrated the importance of fostering strong relationships, prioritizing quality time, and showing unconditional love. As a child I didn’t understand these lessons. Today, her emphasis on family values is well understood and appreciated. She created a strong foundation for me, teaching me to cherish my loved ones and reminding me that they are an endless source of support, comfort, and joy.

The Art of Generosity:

Generosity flows naturally in Puerto Rican culture, and my mother embodied this virtue with many around her. She taught me the joy of giving and the importance of helping others. Whether it was preparing a feast for friends and neighbors, or even creating gifts for the family (she was a talented artist), she showed me that even the smallest acts of kindness can have a profound impact. She has inspired me to be compassionate, empathetic, and always willing to extend a helping hand to those in need. Through her actions, she ingrained in me the belief that kindness and generosity are powerful tools for making a positive difference in the world. My mother was forty-four years old when I came along. She made sure I always knew the importance of being kind and that it would always be repaid tenfold.

My Puerto Rican mother’s teachings have shaped the person I am today, infusing my life with a profound sense of cultural pride, resilience, family values, and generosity. Her wisdom and guidance continue to influence my choices, relationships, and interactions with the world around me, serving as a constant reminder of the remarkable woman she was and the invaluable lessons she has imparted. I may not have appreciated any of this years ago, but today I recognize I am so much like her beautiful qualities.

I hope you take the time to recognize your own culture and how your parents teach and mold you to become the person that you are today. I am blessed to have had Josefina as my beautiful mother. It’s been 15 years since I last heard her voice, although I know she’s always around me.

I love you!

The Storm Within

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There is a storm brewing inside, a tempest eager to be free,

Yearning to release its power, over the landscape, it shall decree.

But fear not, dear soul, for storms bring forth change,

Cleansing the old, making space for what’s strange.

Within this tumultuous dance, a transformation awaits,

A chance to shed the old skin, and embrace what fate creates.

The thunder crashes, the lightning strikes,

Illuminating the path ahead, revealing hidden delights.

Embrace the winds that howl, with courage as your guide,

For in the midst of chaos, your spirit shall abide.

Let the raindrops wash away the remnants of the past,

As you rise from the ashes, stronger and steadfast.

In vulnerability’s embrace, find the strength to stand tall,

For it is through the cracks that the light starts to enthrall.

This storm within, it holds a sacred gift,

A chance for growth, to let your spirit lift.

Release the fears that hold you back, and soar with grace,

Embrace the storm’s power, for within lies your sacred space.

As the storm subsides, a calmness shall descend,

A rebirth within your soul, a journey without end.

You are the landscape, ever-changing and free,

A masterpiece of resilience, boundless possibility.

So let the storm brew and dance upon your soul’s stage,

For it is in embracing vulnerability that we truly engage.

May you emerge from this storm, radiant and bright,

A testament to your spirit’s unwavering light.

Embrace the storms within, let them be your guiding art,

For within lies the beauty of your vulnerable heart.

~Millie America

It’s been a long while since words were able to paint a poetic picture on a page. Hope you enjoy them.

Navigating these Times

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Oh the moon last night!!!

I woke several times during the night. I had a desire to go outside and dance under that gorgeous light. Then I remembered we have a big bear around here that loves to get in gardens and garbage. I didn’t want to be Puerto Rican meat so I opted to do the movements indoors by candle light, my blinds open to witness that giant eye in the sky.

I asked. I prayed. I released. I centered. Not much sleep afterwards. I had too much energy moving through me.

Today be gentle with you. These retrogrades, and all other astrological changes, are playing havoc on our bodies and our mental health.

Things are coming up and out because they must. We are no longer able to hide in the shadows with the shadows.

Sometimes I feel that we are becoming less human and more vibrational beings. We are returning to Source. Those who can’t decipher the difference are experiencing major setbacks.

They aren’t setting you back. They are pushing you to break through a lifetime of programming and playing it small. We don’t know what we don’t know until we do. Allow space between the not knowing and whatever is unfolding. We are moving through some of the most intense times in our history. This pushing and pulling can be catalyst for so much change in our world. But, for now concentrate on your own pathway.

Recognize your divine invaluable worth. And if you don’t have a fellow bear to worry about get outside tonight and dance under that moon.

I love you.

Forgive and Let Go

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When someone tells you how you’ve hurt them you don’t get to tell them how to feel. They are coming from their own experience and awareness.

This is also the case when someone is sharing how they’ve hurt you.

Love them anyway you can. You won’t change how they are hurting. It takes time to undo those aches, even if it was a misunderstanding. And maybe they will never see “your side” of that story. It’s not up to you to shift their narrative.

I lost my voice during my birthday week. I’ve returned from South Florida visiting with my adult children completely exhausted and depleted. The voice began to leave when someone I adore apologized to me for things I haven’t known from years ago. In my silence I have leaned into healing, for her and for me. I realized she had been holding on to things that have caused her tremendous anxiety, guilt and shame. When I explained that I forgive her she couldn’t hear it.

We shared space with my minimal amount of voice. I pray she’s released it all. I will do all I can for her to let this go even if it’s reminding her of how important she’s in my life and in this world.

Healing has millions of versions as it moves through the journey of Forgiveness. When we are hurt it takes time to mend. And maybe it never does. Perhaps that person doesn’t belong in your life anymore. Or maybe that soul was a massive teacher for you.

I’ve hurt people. People have hurt me. We’ve hurt each other. In this life it’s a certainty that it will happen again and again. Sometimes through lack of awareness. Other times, in consciousness choice.

Be gentle with yourself. Forgive and let go. If you can’t do it now, that’s okay too. There are endless lessons in grief. Loss of any kind is inexplicable.

Time doesn’t always heal those aches. Carry what you must and let go of what you can.

I love you.

It Only Takes One Person

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Many years ago I attended a Tony Robbins seminar. It was gifted to me from a dear friend. I was in the worst financial crisis of my life, at the time. Our business had gone under. My ex and I had built a home and we were depleted. Creditors demanded their money. I was under the illusion that it was the end of everything. My fear of being homeless with six children was paralyzing me. It was absolutely one of the worst periods of my life. I was in a dark hole and I could not shake the grief/shame of the circumstances. To make matters even more interesting I had an accident months prior that erased my memories of many events from the past. I was struggling to make sense of every decision and every choice.

I questioned my purpose. I questioned my sanity. I was barely surviving.

I attended the weekend seminar (hesitantly). Tony has an ability to pump you up. He is all energy and I sure needed that. In the midst of all the exercises he mentioned that when he started his teachings and lectures he had decided that quantity didn’t matter. If one person showed up to his lectures then that was the one soul who needed it. I don’t remember much else except the feeling that I could do anything. That weekend catapult me into other amazing beliefs about myself.

That seminar was back in 2002. To this day I have kept that lesson close to my heart. If one person reads one of my posts or blogs then that’s the one who needs it. If one person is touched by my words then I have done my duty as a human to help another. You never know how you may be affecting another. You might just be the lifeboat that saves their ass that day.

We are in a society that believes that our worth is determined by how many “likes” we receive. We are obsessed with numbers and the need to be accepted. And this is not who we are. I grew up in a generation that didn’t have symbols on a screen to determine our worth.

When you compliment a person on the street, or at a store, or on the phone you might just be that one soul who has really seen him/her. You might just be the lifeline that allows them not to feel invisible. You might change their world with your acknowledgement. It’s that simple.

It only takes one person!

So…keep doing what you do. Keep showing up. Keep sharing with the world. Keep striving to be light for others. Even if it’s just one person that shines a little brighter because of you…you’ve done your job in human form. It only takes one person, darling!

I love you. I see you. I feel you. I understand. You are not alone.

Millie

Thank You for the Lessons

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Sometimes when we are hurt through betrayal, abandonment, gaslighting, or whatever else constitutes hurt, we are brought to a higher level of awareness.

We heal.

We breakthrough old programming.

We forgive others, and especially ourselves.

We feel into the painful lessons and grow.

We are refilled with love.

I love you,
Millie

Faith

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Faith is not found when everything is going smoothly. Faith is witnessed when the world collides with chaos and struggles. That’s when we search for her. Often times we are angry because we feel she’s abandoned our space.

Let me share what faith looks like to me. She’s in the nights when you are crying yourself asleep because a loved one is dying near you, or when your wife has decided to walk out of your relationship, or when your child has ended up in jail. She’s in the aches and brokenness of your fears and the disappointments of your expectations. She’s in the desperation and uncertainties of life.

Faith is sitting quietly waiting on you to grab her and shake every cell inside of you to trust and let go of the situation. She is there to take over if you just let go of the control. She’s the light that gives way into darkness.

When your world comes apart and you cannot find reasons to logically make sense of anything… that is when Faith is seen and felt. That’s when she whispers through your personal beliefs, “I’m here. I have something better. I will work on this. Trust!”

Your job is to allow her to step in. But, without controlling the outcome. Without micromanaging every step of the way.

I have met many religious folks who have zero faith. They go to church every week but when their world gets rattled by hard obstacles their faith is completely absent. They live in fear and lack belief.

And then I’ve met some folks who say they don’t believe in anything. When things happen they have found something stronger than themselves to carry them through it. They say they believe in themselves. That’s also Faith.

So what is faith? It’s not religious. It’s a deep spiritual knowing that you are here to learn and evolve. It’s the opportunity to shift awareness and morph into something powerful.


We have all experienced horrific acts in our lives. We have undergone atrocities. We have overcome major obstacles. Some of you are experiencing these things right now.

What keeps you going? What’s the thing or substance that allows you to get up and keep moving through it all? I bet you have some amazing stories to share. And I also bet that Faith has a lot to do with how you overcame those challenges.

I love you!
More than you can imagine, just cause you are here sharing space with me this way. I have faith in YOU!

Millie

Love is a Choice

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I’ve been traveling to see a dear friend. As always, being on a plane opens me up to the ethers. I am suspended in the heavens and feel such divine connection to Gaia because I can see her from a different perspective.

On the first leg of my trip a woman sat next to me. Her energy felt so fractured. She was out of it and clearly on something. As we were taking off from Asheville she got rattled and squeezed my leg instead of the chair.

She had never flown (and she’s close to my age). It was raining and windy. I removed her hand from my leg and held it in mine. I whispered, “You are safe. I’m here with you.”

Her eyes watered. I continued to hold her hand as if she was my child for several minutes until we were up and the turbulence subsided.

She stared out the window and we didn’t speak. I closed my eyes and felt her life. I saw images. I saw the addiction, the abuse, and so much more.

It’s tricky to be in a capsule at times for me. Usually I listen to music as I fly. It closes the gap of what is and what isn’t for me. I don’t need to be feeling everyone’s life up there.

As we were landing I asked where she was headed to and she said Boston. She was starting new. It was in the silence of those moments that I could hear her even louder.

I kissed her and held her tightly as we got off. I had very little time to connect to my next flight. I gave her my card and asked her to please reach out and let me know how she was doing to which she cried.

She shook. The trip, the endless possibilities and her fear were all wrapped up with the stress of the unknown.

Here is the thing: love is a choice. It is a choice that most people don’t see as privileged true nature of our soul’s evolution.

I wanted to tell her that “the one who broke you cannot heal you.” It wasn’t my place during such a major life transformation to share this.

Love is a choice
Forgiveness is a choice
Letting go is a choice

And through those choices you begin to heal. You begin to regain your worth, your strength and your life.

We’ve all been there. We’ve all been shattered, fractured and put back together. We rise alone… and we rise with one another.

We are never far from shifting our lives, our perspectives, and our hearts.

Life will provide the perfect encounters to help you see your own wounding and traumas. It will help reflect your own stuff.

I am grateful for these moments that put me in a place of loving expansion. She was the perfect person to show me where I’ve been and where I am going.

I love you.

Millie