the longest journey

There’s more to life than being a passenger.” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, visiting faculty member at Perdue University, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.

Prior to starting my Inspiring Women of WordPress series, I mentioned my dear friend Maria Elena of A Gypsy At Heart. Since today is my travel day, I wanted to introduce her once again. What can I say about a woman who has a gypsy heart and the soul of an angel? She inspires me with her beautiful journeys to far off lands. All the while, she enchants you with her sincerity and warmth. She may take you to the far corners of the Earth, but I assure you, you will never be far from her heart. Please get inspired by the brilliance of A Gypsy at Heart.

the longest journey

My three month journey has finally come to an end.

I never thought I could be away from home for so long.

It was three months of admiring the immense sea. Thinking of past lovers and the one I have yet to meet.

I questioned my life and my purpose.

Maybe, my purpose is to be alone. This way I can help more women, instead of just one; and fulfill that promise I made when I failed my abused mother.

I still haven’t found all of the answers I seek.

But for some strange reason, which I can’t explain, my head and heart are finally in sync.

“Sometimes the longest journey we make is the sixteen inches from our heads to our hearts.” – Elena Avila

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Photo taken by me this past Monday.

an imperfect flower (For All Women)

Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn’t a rose at all.” – Crystal Woods, author, stage coach, pro bikini athlete, child abuse advocate.

When I think of this Inspiring Woman of WordPress , I think of delicate flowers. As a little girl, she admired the prairies. As a young woman she overcame adversity and bloomed into a Costume Designer dressing the stars of film & television. That is the inspiring story of my precious friend Resa at Art Gowns. To see videos of her stunning creations click here. Her beautiful sketches & sweet personality always touches my soul. Resa doesn’t make gowns, she creates wearable poetry.


an imperfect flower

an imperfect flower
grows in a flawless garden
forever afraid to bloom
ashamed of her weather-beaten stem
and frail leaves
she fails to understand
her damaged petals
are what makes her beautiful
to me

Axel

Axel

Wanted to take a moment and let everyone know my Godson Axel joined us on Tuesday afternoon.

Don’t remember how many inches, but I do remember he was nine pounds one ounce.

Mother Pearla is doing well.

There was a moment when Axel was breast feeding and the Doc entered the room to examine him. We laughed at the way he refused to stop feeding. The doctor actually waited for him to finish.

Dude loves to eat.

Thanks for the kind wishes.

Life is beautiful. Especially, when it is only nine pounds and one ounce. xoxo

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” ― Oprah Winfrey, media executive, actress, talk show host, television producer and philanthropist.

My dear friend Alyssa at Fightmsdaily is an amazing example of a person who turns pain into positive vibes. Even as she battles the pains and challenges of multiple sclerosis, she injects you with her warm personality and bright outlook; making her a perfect example of hope and kindness. Her Motivational Mondays & Pick Me Up Thursday are the perfect way to start/survive the week. Need a dose of inspiration? Visit one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress at Fightmsdaily.


As you can see I am taking this celebration of women seriously, so here it is, confession time.

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

On January 21, 2013, I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

Intense pain has accompanied me every second of my life for almost 7 years. Surgery corrected some of my injuries, but did not reduce the pain. I’m not interested in the prescriptions to opiates and morphine injections doctors have offered.

Pain has become as natural as breathing.

Like you, the people I meet have no idea I am suffering. I have no limp, cane, or visible marking to advise them.

I still run, play beach volleyball, dance, workout at the gym, and on occasion chase women (just don’t catch them anymore). LOL

Blogging has served as my therapy.  Don’t know how many times my cheeks were moist with tears as you and I laugh at one of my silly comments. Or as I read your inspiring posts. You are my pain relief.

Perception is the key to life. I cherish the memories of the painless years. I am grateful I didn’t end up in a wheelchair. Even with this eternal aching, I consider myself a lucky man.

My friends ask me, how do I deal with the pain?  How do I remain calm, happy, smiling, and caring through this pain? Why do I bother trying to inspire others?

Pain goes in, love comes out.

If you don’t mind, I will keep comments closed on this post. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me and I definitely don’t want to spend the next two weeks replying to comments reminding me of this torment. Thank you for your warm and caring wishes. xo

the promise of your dawn

“There are two ways of spreading light. To be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it.” – Edith Wharton, novelist, playwright, first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Literature .

I always thought of my friend Miriam of Out an’ About as an inspiring ray of light. She takes you on adventures highlighting stunning Australian landcapes while sharing a piece of her caring soul. Her journeys of gratitude, love, and family, leave you cherishing every moment. I’ll never forget how just a few years ago, during sad moments of family loss, her warmth, wisdom, and love still shined through all the darkness. She inspires people to be the best they can be. Visit Out an’ About. Bask in the glow of one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress.


We now return to our regularly scheduled programming…..love.

the promise of your dawn

we made love on a beach
to a serenade of palm leaves
as moon glow illuminated the night
or was it the brilliance of your eyes
i remember your jasmine lips
tasting of honey and eternity
shooting stars came in waves
our inhibitions drowned in open seas
that night as you slept in my arms
i traced sunsets in your hair
in hopes of awakening
to the promise of your dawn

Inspiring Women of WordPress

Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength. – G.D. Anderson

Inspiring Women of WordPress

National Domestic Violence Awareness Month falls in October. November 25th is International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. Of course the holidays is a time of giving, showing appreciation, and love. After that comes my favorite day – Valentine’s Day.

I want to do something special for some inspiring women I have met here in WordPress. Sort of spreading and sharing the inspiration.

Starting Monday through the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, I will introduce a different Inspiring Woman of WordPress. You will meet doctors, poets, great motivators, teachers, designers, and mothers, the most sacred (and thankless) of professions.

I will still be posting poetry (and my other nonsense) but a different talented lady will be highlighted with every post. On some weeks I will break my self imposed two posts a week rule.

I hope you join me to celebrate the world’s greatest resource – WOMAN.

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only the ocean and me

only the ocean and me

It wasn’t the best of weekends. I read a threatening poem dedicated to a friend. Meanwhile, another friend received angry, unkind messages because of a post I shared on Friday.

My blog has been a vehicle for me to promote women and love. There has always been one constant message – positivity.  It is all I know.

I refuse to condone, accept, or promote hate, envy, bullying, or violence. Love, acceptance, and understanding are the cure.

During my worst moments, I always retreat to my favorite lady. She always resets my mind, my inner peace, and priorities.

I often feel these lyrics by Jack Johnson were written for me.

When this work is done
And this coat is dry
When this world is too much
It will be
Only the ocean and me

When these sails go up
Mountains fade away
Stars come out
I’m finally free
it’s only the ocean and me

Photo taken by me earlier today.