My Thank You Tribute to Resa

My Thank You Tribute To Resa

Not so long ago, my dizzy spells and skull pounding headaches returned, breaking my spirit. Like an angel in the night (or out of an alley) Resa delivered a post dedicated to me. This beautiful gesture returned light and hope to my little hut.

Laguna Gri Gri is one of the Dominican Republic’s major bird sanctuaries, set along a peaceful lagoon flanked by thick mangroves. When I took these photos, my intention was to contribute a series of murals to Resa’ inspiring blog. Sadly, my health and the lockdown due to the virus extinguished my plans.

I will do my best to do this in Resa’s unique, artistic tour guide style.

This serious faced native who Lonely Author decided to name The Serious Faced Native is the first face we see as we enter the santuary. I believe the artist wanted to convey the need to respect nature (depicted in the feather and butterfly).

The black web behind her, I see it as a dream catcher. For me, this represents Resa. She spends her days capturing the dreams of artist’s and murals. Sharing these works of art with the world with the serious determination of The Serious Faced Native.

I named this painting Flor Bonita (Beautiful Flower). Wearing a flower in her hair Flor watches the flight of beautiful birds and the growing psychedelic flower before her. Like Resa, Flor admires the beauty of self expresson and creativity.

By her expression (mouth open in awe) Flor is dazzled by this beauty. Look at the shadows on Flor. She is facing the sun. For me this represents the warmth and brilliance of my beautiful friend Resa. Her caring heart (which she has colored purple just for me) and soul is a light that needs to be treasured in this time of darkness we are living in.

Half Face Moon is the mystery behind the amazing artist known as Resa. Drawn by an artist named Patricia, Half Face Moon displays some of her talent and beauty, but like Resa, there is so much gorgeousness hidden below the surface, sort of like the other side of the moon. Resa and Half Face Moon are the promise of the other side of creativity and love.

Then, we move on to Belly Button Door Knob Man. Now, I would have to do heavy drugs to associate this frog man with Resa. I can only think the door knob in his belly button is a representation of Resa opening the doors to creativity, welcoming it with her wonderful open arms. (Ha, I tried).

I end this with this stunning mural of a sunset as seen from the shores of the Dominican Republic. In the distance a ship appears. It looks like Columbus has discovered the New World.

Perhaps, he discovered a world of beauty, and creativity, and love. No doubt he has discovered Resa and Graffiti Lux Arts.

Resa thank you for your caring and support. Like an Angel of Art and Creativity, you came to me at a time I most needed it. My heart thanks you.

❤️❤️❤️

love in the time of coronavirus

love in the time of coronavirus

This occurred nine days ago, before my current state of dizziness began.

Knowing a pandemic was sweeping across the world, I expected to find the tourist beach desolate. I wasn’t disappointed.

Before long, I discovered an open beach bar with one sole patron. A beautiful young woman with green eyes that silently spoke to me.

We were both affected by the magic of our eye contact.

My “hola” was followed by her “bonjour.”

My heart sank. UGH! For three years Cynthia from the debate class did my French homework in high school.

Oh, karma had a sadistic way of coming back to bite you right in the croissants. Where was Cynthia now?

Lucie spoke little English, but her accent…..oh it was heavenly. The Beach Boy has a weakness for sexy accents (and hosiery)! Hey, Superman has his kryponite, I have mine.

She had small dainty feet, well manicured, toe nails painted a soft shade of coral, with a sexy sea shell ankle bracelet. I was melting.

We communicated by pointing, through sign language, Google tranlsate on my phone, and glowing smiles. I was in full James Bond mode.

Magic had returned to my life.

I prepared for the right moment to impress her with the only French I remembered, “Le chat est sur la table.” (“The cat is on the table”). Damn my luck, it was a cat-less beach.

Pinkies entwined, we walked the beach. Played frisbee. I explored her soft hands.

Venturing into the water, the rough waves knocked us around, giving her a reason to hold my arms and chest. It allowed me to cling to her bare waist. We shared tender little kisses on the cheek and lips.

Then, came one long lasting kiss, which I felt in my soul. We were alone in the world and the world was ours.

Taking my hand, she led me back to her blanket. Pulling out her cell phone, she swiped through dozens of photos, showing me her man and their wedding pics.

Lucie was married. Apparently, he was in some business meeting.

Looking into my eyes, she pouted before giving me one last kiss. Watching her walk out of my life, my broken heart filled with hope.

Why shouldn’t it?

While a deadly pandemic forced a world to shut its doors in fear, I opened my heart and found love in the time of coronavirus.

the poem that you wrote

the poem that you wrote

last night I found
the poem that you wrote
sleeping on my pillow
between a lullaby and a dream
scribbled on yellowed music sheets
with ink from my unopened fantasies
your lyrics sang of passion
a garden of eternity and jasmines
rhymes of me and you watching
our lonely silhouettes
making love beneath the moon

i feel pretty

i feel pretty

When you are primping for a night out or a date, do you ever sing a song? I always do. The exact same song everytime.

My buddy Titi was sitting in the hut when I stood before the mirror making sure the five o’clock shadow was just right. I started singing my song.

He stood up yelling, threatening to leave.

Weeks ago, my daughter did the same thing to me. “DAD, THAT’S NOT FUNNY”.

I will let you decide. Not much into musicals, but I always sing my favorite song from West Side Story.

“I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty
And witty
And gaaaaaay
And I pity any girl who isn’t me today.”

Thoughts anyone?

love on mute

love on mute

loneliness floated on tranquil seas
as the tides slowly returned
with lyrics meant for me
I told my heart to forget her
he laughed at me
the stars strummed guitar strings
the moon hummed the love song
in my heart
I dared not sing

A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift
🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶


live love laugh

live love laugh

The results are in.

Basically, parts of my heart are not functioning as they should, forcing the rest of my heart to work harder.

The cardiologist confirmed my primary doctor’s findings, I probably suffered two heartaches in December.

My doctor wants me to undergo a procedure (in April) that should stimulate and revive these slacking walls. THE DOCTOR COULD NOT GUARANTEE this procedure will be successful. He also informed me that out of 1,000 hearts in the conditions that mine is currently in, 1 will not survive the surgery.

He also stated WITHOUT THE PROCEDURE parts of my heart will totally stop functioning within two to three years.

Doc wants me to rest and build up my strength for this procedure, but this time I will not go it alone. My intention is to continue blogging. I will read and approve the 700+ comments that are pending and start fresh. Sorry that my energy levels aren’t where they should be.

My final decision was to have the procedure in April.

And no matter what happens………….I will live, love, laugh. That has always been my philosophy. Why stop now?

Thank you or all of your support.

My heart and I are humbled and grateful.

this love

Struggling with words and thoughts….

Not sure if this is a poem or just me thinking out loud….

this love

wrinkled silk sheets
forming illusions of endless waves
in a haunting sea
of unrequited love and melancholy
eternal evenings
searching for you in every sunset
longing to admire your twilight
as we lay on a beach
bodies submerged in wet sand
my lips sinking in you
oh, mi amor
there are flowers
unaffected by time or storm
refusing to wither
like this love I feel for you

To be honest, I choose this image because her lipstick is driving me absolutely insane. (Yes, a sign that I am feeling better).

Happy Valentine’s Day.