Privilege of our Lives

I got up at 3:37 AM for the third time in a row this week. I went downstairs to meditate. Came back up and snuggled in our bed pressing against my husband’s back. I actually fell asleep at some point. Around 7AM our little girl came running into the room. She got on my side of the bed and motioned my arms around her. We snuggled tightly. I smelled her sweetness, digging my nose in her wild curly hair. The female cat came to me to pet her. The other male cat laid at my feet trying to attack my moving legs through the blankets.

The world outside disappears in these moments. The safety and comfort of love and security is priceless. But then I returned to the knowing that not all children get to feel this. There are children all over the place not being kissed and snuggled by their parents. I used to feel that it was prominent in other countries. That has shifted. And for a few moments I gasped. Tears silently fell and I kissed and held my little girl extra harder.

Remember where you are, the privilege of what you have. Send strong healing vibes to those you know are not in the place of love, acceptance and light.

And for you reading this: I thank you for being here with me. I’m humbled by your friendship! Have a beautiful day.

Safety Must Be Kept On Here

I want you to come close. I want you to feel my words in this post. If I can relate a single message to you it is to stay open to love and acceptance. It is to stop fearing what you don’t know or understand because of a different point of reference. We all come from diverse backgrounds.

Back in April my husband and I traveled to Peru. We visited the most amazing places. While in Cusco we noticed something unlike anything experienced here in the states. Children ran free. My husband would say constantly, “Safety’s off!” All throughout main streets little children were walking around. They weren’t orphans. They belonged to the community. The entire city takes care of their kids. They watch over them. We asked everywhere we went. It was shocking for us to witness it and by the end of our trip we understood that their society has come together to raise the next generation. It’s beautiful to witness.

It scared me to see three and four year olds so close to the roads. Or, walking around among strangers. Or, running through dark alleys. We aren’t used to this. But, safety as we know it were off. An entire city, and small villages, takes care of their young ones. They make sure they are fed. They make sure to keep all eyes on them. The children all know it. They don’t test their boundaries because they are free to roam. Free range babies!

We live in one of the most powerful nations in the world. We used to be the admiration capital of all other countries for a long time. Unfortunately, safety measures are always on. Safety is never off. We have a huge problem with our children. Our country has children available for fostering and adoption but it’s freaking chaotic to reach the system. Unless you witness these issues firsthand there is no way to explain it. The laws are ridiculous. And now we have a heartbreaking reality of how we treat children from other countries, separating them from their families who flee from a life of destitution. They come here to give their children a better life. This is not an immigration problem. This is deeper than that.

There are two issues that cause tremendous arguments in our world: politics and religion. If your belief system constitutes in you believing that keeping children in prisons away from their families is humanitarian and compassionate then you need a new belief system. You may rationalize it anyway you want but there is a huge imbalance with your moral compass. This is not about what’s right for our nation. This is what is broken with our society. This is a humanitarian issue not a political or religious one. This is dividing us and tearing us completely apart into fear and hate…and disgust.

I am pretty good about putting blinders on when it comes to other things. I don’t go into issues that lower my vibration or energy. But when it comes to children and the elderly population I cannot ignore it. I want to live in a world that safeties are off and I don’t have to worry about my children being taken or hurt. I want a nation that takes care of its citizens and takes care of all humanity the same. It’s in our differences that we evolve and learn. It’s in diversities that we grow. We’ve lost the integrity of our initial foundation/principles that created this great country. What’s happening is sickening and psychotic.

I heard a woman speaking to another at a coffee shop recently say the most horrific things about immigrants. I waited to finish my coffee. I got up, turned to them, and voiced my hurt through tears. I asked them if they had kids or grandkids? And then I wished them a safe life. Before either could speak I stood there in complete disbelief and let them know that I was Hispanic (which shocked them because I look like them) and that I loved them and hoped that they could see that we (Latinos) are like them. We love our kids. We love our families. And we love to believe that this nation is still one of freedom and dignity. It isn’t a political problem. I told them it was a racist and hate one. It was a moral issue. I didn’t expect a conversation. I went to the car shaking in anger.

No one is exempt from discrimination and hate. I, however, believe that in order for change we cannot move through it with more anger and hate. We must look at the indifferences and educate through love. We must show the world that we will fix this issue through compassion, righteousness, and tenacity. And we will win until another issue arises. Where there is light there will always be darkness trying to destroy it. Just don’t let that darkness destroy your faith. There are many things that will be coming to light. We must stand firm in our convictions. We must dig deep into our hearts and show others what that looks like.

Rant over!!

Question what you read, watch, hear and see. Don’t assume anything! There are a lot of things happening that need your attention. Open your hearts wider than your mouths. Thank you. I love you.

The Miracle of Connections

Let me tell you…

About the power of connections.

I have been friends with a woman in Australia for several years. She’s a woman I admire immensely for her stories of survival. She stopped writing and her writings are phenomenal. A few months ago she just dropped off the face of social media. Which is not uncommon BUT she also wasn’t answering messages. It was unlike her. Months have passed.

Yesterday I posted a small message on Facebook about anyone being in that area of Australia. Several folks messaged me.

A woman I met last month in Peru on an Inca ruin hike reached out. She lives over an hour away.

Another woman I’ve never met but is a dear friend here on FB connected with me about helping.

First woman drove to her house. A total stranger. She didn’t hesitate. She Checked on my dear writer friend. Second woman made phone calls. She checked several places.

These are movers and shakers who shift the consciousness of our times. Seriously!!!

Darlings, just because we haven’t met we hold a major ass connection on here. You make my life richer. Each one of you is here to help others and in the process grow with connections. I get to witness some magical things.

These are the stories I tend to. These are the ones who change me and others.

Thank you to Amy and Moyalia for all you both did yesterday. My heart is smiling today knowing she’s okay.

Continue to show up, lovies. We are in this together. My heart overflows with the constant knowing that love is stronger than anything else out there. And the teachers keep appearing in my life to love louder…to love brighter. I love you.

Be Kind

What does it mean to be present with someone’s pain? It means to see them. To feel them. And in that moment of acknowledgement you find a connection. Even through the smallest of acts.

Kali and I are visiting clients today. She asked to go to Starbucks to get her favorite bagel. I placed my order and ran with her to the potty. Upon returning to the counter I see her bag with my name on it and before I can grab it an elderly man with an oxygen apparatus grabs it and goes to a corner to eat it. I stood there in awed. I actually laughed in disbelief.

So I return to the line and asked for another. The young man asked if I got it and I tell him the little guy took it. He’s shocked. I asked him to please not make a big deal. So he gifts me another bagel. I ask to please pay for it. He tells me, “No way! You are too kind and generous. The man should be paying for it!”

I stand there, folks in line behind me, and I motion him with my index finger to come closer over the counter. “He is dying. You and I are not. Well, maybe but not at this moment. Let’s gift him this moment of consideration.”

His eyes water. I move away from the line. The elderly man is struggling with Kali’s bagel. I wink at him even though he avoids my eyes. I see him. He lowers his eyes in shame. I see the cream cheese leak out of his mouth. I grab a napkin and hand it to him.

“God bless you. Would you like some coffee?” I asked.

Tears start to swell in his eyes. “No, thank you.” He whispers it as if each syllable cuts his throat.

Kali and I grabbed our new package and leave. She said, “Mama, that man is going to heaven too!”

I sit with her in the car feeling the sorrow. And I pray for a smooth journey. We are all on this path trying to find ourselves.

Be kind, darlings! You never know the battles others are enduring. Every minute we get an opportunity to learn a lesson. Stay open to that magic. ~m.a.p.

The Gift of Kindness

A few years ago for Christmas a dear friend gifted me an amazing book by Mark Nepo: ‘The Book of Awakening.’ It’s a daily meditation guide. The pages are worn and marked. The book now looks like it’s been put through a dryer. Every time I pick it up I find something else that I’ve missed the last three years. Words have a way of popping out just when they need to be acknowledged.

“There are many reasons to be kind, but perhaps none is as compelling as the spiritual fact that it is what we do. It is how the inner organ of being keeps pumping. Spiders sting. Wolves howl. Ants build small hills that no one sees. And human beings lift each other, no matter the consequences. Even when other beings sting.”

I cried when I read this. I’ve cried a bunch today. It’s been intense! But it’s only a day. I get it. When I started it was as if someone let the stopper out of the tub and I drained from it’s excess gasping for something that was unavailable now. It was powerful. And cathartic! I am able to move through it and recognize so many lessons.

Have we forgotten in these present times of “what we do?” Have we lost our way to understand that we are all on different spiritual paths and forms of evolving? Have we deviated from truth because of ideas, convictions and beliefs without once remembering that we must be kind to each other in order to make any form of transformation?

The hardest part of being an empath, or sensitive person, is the constant bombardment of others’ emotions. Even when I am not partaking in their issues, I feel the energy deep in the core of me. I am made to be kind. You are made for kindness. We cannot deviate from our authenticity. This is who we are. We learn how not to be kind, consciously or unintentionally…because we are born with love and kindness in our cells. That’s the starting point to each of us. That’s who we are. That’s what we come here to express to others. That is the web and fabric of our Unity.

Let’s try to return to THAT. Let’s….please…because the alternative really really really sucks! Tonight I am sending prayers to several folks really struggling in so many ways. I want to truly be present with them in spirit, in love, and in kindness.

I love you.

Give of Yourself

in the now

 

I was in a store right after work today. I needed to get a few things. A woman in the makeup section was frustrated. She was moving things from side to side. I was trying to get something for one of my little girl’s teachers. I looked up from the shelf and just stared at her. She looked as if the world was coming undone.

I took a step back and asked, “Oh sweetheart, are you okay?”

“This holiday shit has me so stressed out….” (she had a mini rant which needed to come out).

I took her hand, removed the soap in it and asked her to please breathe deeply with me. (I often wonder how folks don’t slap me). I asked if we could just stay present for a few seconds. We stood staring at each other. She actually took the deepest inhale and together we exhaled simultaneously. I asked for another. And another.

So we stood there…two middle aged women with odds and ends in carts understanding with little words that it’s okay to come undone. What’s not okay is for the reasons of the commercialized season. It’s not okay to feel like we have to give to everyone. It’s not okay to consume debt that needs to be paid off next year. It’s not okay to have to feel that giving symbolizes how we feel for another. It’s not okay to feel anxiety and frantic energy.

Her tears began to fall. I held my hands around her cheeks and kissed her. She hugged me as if we were each other’s lifeline. Her body felt as if it was finally collapsing from the stress.

Darlings, that’s more like what this season is for…reaching out to others. It’s about understanding that we are connected. Screw the shopping. Take someone for a cup of coffee. Hug a stranger. Give a freaking yummy compliment. Send a card with glitter. Leave some cookies at a neighbor.

The season of giving is about gratitude and sharing. It has nothing to do with consumerism.

We are all in this. I love you. Allow for the emotions to come up and out. And if some crazy woman with fairy tinsel in her hair comes up to you…allow her to hug and love you. I don’t want to get slapped.

Pick a Cause

Good morning, darlings!

Pick a cause that moves you. If it’s children, help them find homes, create places for them to grow safely in…teach and change the world one child at a time. They are the future!

If it’s politics or religion or history or whatever…pick a cause that inspires and transforms the world through educating and not demoralizing. Help others see the endless ways to help in our world. Adjust your sails and move through love while helping others.

If it’s the environment…go clean the rivers, help small villages get water, and do it because you want it for you and no one else. Through selfless acts of kindness you will find results.

If you want to change the world make sure you do it out of your love and compassion. You cannot teach and educate through hate and corruption. Follow the ache and passion that makes you shine this life with greatness.

We each have a calling. I don’t care what it is. You might say you don’t have one, that you weren’t given one by divinity. You have. I promise you. And the moment you start to follow the things that make you smile you will begin to unveil it. Life will be sweeter because of it. Of course there are obstacles and challenges. Nothing that’s worth doing comes easy, otherwise we wouldn’t do it. We aren’t made for easiness. We like drama and complications. But, it doesn’t have to be that way.

Helen Keller was blind, mute and deaf. She lived in a time that did not have all the amazing means and opportunities to help her evolve. HOWEVER, she learned to communicate with the world through a wonderful teacher. If she, who could have died in self pity, overcame such adversities and obstacles has changed the world what makes you think that you can’t? There are NO excuses. Absolutely not one single thing stopping you from doing small acts of joyful things in your life. You are the one stopping you!

Not everyone will be Buddha or Helen Keller or Mother Teresa or Jesus. You are you and in that uniqueness you get to help another see the beauty and goodness of this lifetime.

Stop wallowing in the no’s, the cant’s, and start waking up to the endless possibilities of your soul. You are magnificent. Start to act like it, please!

Listen to your body and your spirit. It will always tell you how to act, react, love, pray and try. By stopping and paying attention to everything you are allowing spirit, not ego, to watch out for you. It’s that simple.

You are THE One!

I love you. Mucho!!!

The Sweetness of Life

This was written two years ago but the message still stands true:

I met Amy yesterday while eating a salad in a supermarket deli down the road from home. She works there and was taking a break eating an eclair. The cream was sliding down her hand to her wrist and she was enjoying licking every spec of it. Embarrassed she said, “I know I look silly but I just can’t help myself. This is fattening but I deserve it.” She showed me a smile missing several teeth while I shared my laughter. “Girl, you go at it. I gave up sweets several weeks ago and I haven’t been so miserable in my life. But on the lighter note my body feels better.” We both shared into the laughter. This middle age woman cut the back of her eclair and said, “Here, sweetie, life is too short to not have sugar.” I thanked her but I was fine eating my salad.

And, in between the laughter, the discussion on weight and sugar, we spoke about life. No, not life in the “meaning of life” but life in its simplest forms. Watching her devour that eclair was like seeing a child play in the mud…it was freeing. I opted to buy her another but she got up, rubbed her belly, cleaned off the remnants of sugar around her mouth and said in her southern tongue, “I… AM…GOOD! I gots to go back to work. It was so much fun having lunch with you, lady.” She left the table with an aura of contentment.

After a hectic day I was reminded of the simple things in life. To her it’s an eclair. To me it’s coming home and cuddling with a baby girl, a cat, and a kind man who makes me laugh silly. My wish for you today is to find your joy. Find your eclair. Be a child. Love openly…and don’t worry what others think. Life IS way too short not to do what you want. Have a magically sweet day. Make this week about you and honoring your inner child.

Rise Above from the Heart

This afternoon I went into downtown Asheville to meet an elderly couple who used to stay at my motel twice a year for many years. We shared the common pleasantries. We spoke about the passing of several family members and so on. I know he is a hardcore Trump supporter. I have no issues whatsoever with who

Supports who in politics. What I do have is an issue when it comes to lack of compassion.

He brought up the subject of Puerto Rico’s devastation and immediately went into a political commentary that sounded absolutely inhuman. This man knows I am Puerto Rican. He also knows I don’t speak about politics but that’s the thing with those who have little bits of humanitarian empathy, they don’t think before they speak. They like to hear themselves over and over repeating what they see on the news.

I sat there listening. Watching his wife get very uncomfortable. And he continued with his rant about how Puerto Rico cannot expect us to bail them out…and it’s too bad but Puerto Rico is a reckless country. He said a LOT. Too much. At that moment I reached over and put my hand on top of his hand on the table. I tapped it while saying his name. I smiled. I asked him to please stop. He did mid sentence. Several times.

I stared into his blue eyes. I shared the hardships of family members on the island. I spoke of souls in hospitals who have died without electricity. I said a lot of factual increments while he continued to interrupt me. Each time I would tap his hand. I never raised my voice. And I never mentioned our political leaders. I would not disgrace anyone regardless of what I believe when I know we aren’t on the same page.

My darlings, I don’t give a care in the world who you voted for. I don’t care what you believe to be right or wrong because of what is said in the news. However, I care deeply how you react when it comes to humanitarian issues. I care that you pause and try to understand what another is feeling. I feel deeply and to hear such hardness is heartbreaking. To witness aggression and lack of kindness is incomprehensible.

I would react exactly the same if we had been talking about Texas or Florida. This nation was created to unite not divide.

I came home disturbed. I shared with my husband how truly upsetting it all made me. Which made him livid and he was so glad he didn’t come with me. I never shouted or got angry with the gentleman. His ignorance is truly an oversight. He listens to what he wants. He believes what he hears without questioning. He is fed what millions are fed. I gave him a huge hug. I am not responsible for what anyone says. I am only responsible for how I interpret it. Usually I interpret things with sunshine, rainbows and unicorns. Today…it took a lot of inner sparkles to get me through the visit.

My heart aches for how divided we are. Empathy has no political or religious agenda. It’s called being compassionate in a world that requires love and forgiveness. Watch how you show up in our world. Raise others through love and compassion. We don’t have to agree on topics but we must be mindful of each other’s feelings. We must rise above all and not engage in the craziness. When we do we become part of the system that has gotten us in this big ole mess of discrimination, prejudice and injustice.