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.

Love Trumps Hate


I am a Hispanic woman. I am a chameleon because depending on what group of people I am with I am mistaken as an Italian, Canadian, Jewish, Cuban and French. I’ve heard all sorts of labels. Most people can’t guess I am Puerto Rican. 
Discrimination isn’t about race. It’s about so many other things. We are hated for being too fat, too loud, too this and too that. Right now it’s about the color of our skin and cultural differences. 

Growing up in a mostly white neighborhood I experienced racism but I learned something early on. I was determined to find humor in all the things around me. I made friends with all cultures and races. Every so often I would get hated on…and my love gene would win them over. Or they would stay away because they thought I was crazy. 

I have experienced prejudice. I have experienced judgment, not because of cultural differences but because I AM different. 

I cannot relate to racism and bigotry but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It is here, clearly alive and burning up. It’s been here all along boiling, waiting for a catalyst to set it free. 

I will not blame any one person for this. From the beginning of time we have had good and evil. But, darlings, guess what? We have choices. Instead of feeding the hate with more hatred, disgust, egotism and judgment we have the opportunity to rise through love. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know you think this is juvenile. I am not saying it’s easy. There will always be fear that lives in the outer web of humanity. Anything that’s different will always cause tremendous ripples of bullshit. But, I promise you that by shifting from anger and animosity to the frequency of forgiveness and love we can begin to change. 

Our experiences mold us. They are the starting point of perspective. I choose to fight racism with love. Not by constantly pointing out the negativity but by raising my capacity of sending even more love into the world. I am bombarding the cosmic highway with some outrageous amount of heart and forgiveness. 

This doesn’t negate the utter sadness that is living in my heart. Humanity tends to break me in the darkest corners of my spirit. But, I am an eternal romantic. I believe in our spiritual evolution that is moved through love. Love trumps hate anytime. Every single freaking time. Regardless of all those who try to diminish its power. 

It starts and ends with love. Always. Forever. And ever. 

I love you…and I don’t care about your skin color. I care about how you treat others. Rise to love!  

🦄❤️Millie.

Today is the beginning

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Today…

Today is the beginning of change.

Regardless of where you stand under the political umbrella or convictions, we can all agree that change is coming. For the past few months we have witnessed friends and family battle their beliefs with hate and nastiness. Social media, the news, and other forms of communication have used this election as a means to cause fear and hatred across the world. I have been shocked and appalled at the many who have chosen to discard a friend because of his or her political choices.

But, isn’t this country made from diversities? Aren’t we here as a melting pot of cultures, beliefs, ethnicity, and differences? Isn’t it in our adversities that we resort to greatness? This country is not black or white. It isn’t left or right wing. It isn’t made up of one choice or religion or group. It’s made up of gray areas such as me, a Hispanic woman, or my children who come from Europe and have all shades of skin colors. Or, some of which are gay and others who suffer from mental illnesses. I believe we, as a whole, complete this nation. Until this election I had never, ever, witnessed such tremendous division in our country. And, today, I wonder what makes America great?

It’s the compassion we share. It’s the humility we exude. It’s in helping others, here and outside the country. It’s in forgiving. It’s in the lessons we learn from others who aren’t like ourselves. It’s in altruism, empathy, and kindness that we make this country one of the greatest in the world. It’s in the people who fill every square inch of our boundary lines in a map that make the United States of America a union.

For eight years I heard, read, and witnessed a million comments about our President. Some I took rather personally, others I learned from. But, what I found was that in spite of the hatred and opinions, we had a pretty successful course of events. No one is perfect and neither was his administration. He truly endured a legacy of anger and discord. Anyone who goes into that office has to have thick skin. And here we are again. In another four years we will be right back here arguing and fighting our beliefs.

Here is what I know to be true: We are a nation united by its citizens from all parts of the earth. This new President was elected by this country. There is no doubt that division has been seen loud and clear. I hadn’t a clue, in my oblivious hippie state of being, that we had been so suppressed by anger, bigotry and hatred in this nation. News to me! However, it’s out there now. The lack of understanding and accepting is astronomical and perhaps daunting. It’s disturbing to experience all this fear and anger that is being passed on to the younger generations.

Trump is a powerful lesson for us all. Whether you voted for him or not, he is going to be a clear starting point for this nation to start healing from years of keeping quiet over prejudices and bigotry. Religious groups have spoken and I feel it is time to take notice that the division is being magnified throughout the world. We must stand together in spite of what we believe. Together we stand, divided we fall.

I only hope that those protesting can do it in a quiet and sensible manner. That those who are mourning for this change can heal from the disappointments. That others who are yelling and rubbing their victories can also learn from diversities. I ask that we join together in sending this new leader healthy and compassionate vibes because he will need it. We are being instructed to stand together in something powerful of a historic phenomenon. It won’t be easy and those who think that victory has concluded will see many incredible changes that will make them question their choices and faith. Today is the beginning.

It starts here with us…with the black, white and gray. We make this country a privilege to live in. We are learning from each other how we act and react. Let’s do it civilized and with optimism. Those who are heartbroken, I feel for you. I understand. I also believe that in this space and time there is work to be done in many facets of our evolution. In our spirituality and beliefs we hold the key to this great change. What an opportunity to utilize all that we know as healers, lightworkers, and spiritual trail-blazers! No other time in history could we have been given such a tremendous challenge to show how love and forgiveness can transform the world. Our hope, our desires, and our hearts can turn challenges into miracles.

God bless America and all its beautiful souls! I love you.

Color of Love

La14369904_1232138466845009_9125259672147867287_nst night Kali wanted her nails painted. This morning sitting outside with her she told me that green was now her favorite color. It used to be purple. I sat there holding her gorgeous hands out and the mere thought came through that to her she isn’t darker than me or her father.  We are all one color.  There’s no distinction between one or the other.
The world is in a constant battle over colors: skin colors, political colors, colors of flags and boundaries, religious colors, etc. It’s exhausting! But, here on my porch there is only one color that we teach this new generation: the color of love.

We are one race. We are one world. The skin color is our adornment. It’s a gorgeous tattoo from the universe to wear for all of a single lifetime. Embrace your fabulous-ness and awesomeness. God don’t make no junk.  You get to decide how you act and react in this world.  You get to decide the judgment and criticism you give and take.  You get to decide if you participate in the discrimination of humanity.  The questions are endless: How do you color your world?  What color is your love?  What color is your soul?  What does your skin pigmentation determine your conscious awareness of empathy?

I told her this morning when she said that now her favorite color is green like mommy’s that I had a favorite one too and that it was the color of love. And that one comes in every shade of the rainbow and magic. She smiled and exclaimed in excitement, “Coooooolllll!!!! My favorite too!”