When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
“Do you want to play?” He said. There was a twinkle in his eye. I was too young to know better, and curiosity always leads to stories. It wasn’t in the happy times He visited though. It was only in the sad times. Then, He would tell me how my veins would look better suited... Continue Reading →
First World Problems: Alexa doesn't yet understand "Play Fear Innocculum album by TOOL". On the positive, she has not given me angry mariachi instead. The solution to frustration is of course acceptance and shifting to gratitude. Despite the fact that my house looked like the aftermath of a frat party, there were 5 boys playing,... Continue Reading →
Well, the black and grey is. Next step is coloring the eyes and pops of color in the flowers. I was going to leave that for now, but instead, I'll go do that next week for a couple hours. This was about an hour and a half, I didn't even have enough time to fall... Continue Reading →
When a baby is learning to walk, she can do it, but wobbly at first. More wobbles and falls make better walking. If we wouldn't yell at a child for stumbling when learning to walk, why do we yell at ourselves?