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A Trail of Glitter

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Welcome to my first blog post.  I originally thought that I would start this blog as way to talk more about my business and the various other professional things I am involved in and probably I will.  However, most importantly I discovered in starting this blog that it is more to express that “I Have  A Point of View!” and thought that it was important to share it with the world.

A little bit about me; I am a mother, a wife, an entrepreneur, an art and music lover and I love, love, absolutely love poetry.  I am originally from the DR (Dominican Republic), and I have a unique trajectory which I will share with you from time to time.  I am open minded, brutally honest, and insanely loyal to those I love.  I dance to even the songs in commercials and some would say that I am bit of a free spirit.  I love the sound of laughter.  I always try to follow my instincts and can at times be a bit of an oxymoron.  I am a woman in all her glory with contradictions, curves, and courage.

I invite you to follow this journey and lets see where it takes us.

Just follow the glitter, I promise you won’t be disappointed……..

Fuck Your Potential

When someone says they see your POTENTIAL they are not seeing YOU!
They see an idea in their mind of how things will be if you fulfill the “conditions” in their head.

But here is the thing: only you can determine your POTENTIAL.

Only YOU have what it takes to fulfill whatever dreams and goals you have.

Only YOU knows what needs to be done to get to that next phase and crush that once imposible goal.

So be YOU and dont worry about other people’s ideas of what you can be. Their perception of you is limited bu their own shortcomings.

You can be so much more than someone’s limited idea of your POTENTIAL. You can be YOU! And that will always be so much more.

4 Minute Song

You are a 4 minute song

A sweet tune that speaks to my soul

The words open my heart and make me feel the highs and lows of loving you

I vibrate with each verse and every time i know what comes next

I sing its words and I am filled with love

And I want to capture that moment of pure perfection; the instance where the words become my words and the music are my feelings;

I want the song to last forever so that I could hold you there

I dont want you to fade

But then the songs ends and the moment is lost

No matter how many times I play it, it fades and it ends

Because it’s just a 4 minute song 🎶

Borrowed Poetry

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.

He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.

He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don’t fret,

he has no choice.

In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,

he has no choice.

A lover asked his beloved:

Do you love yourself more than you love me?

Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes,

I am present only for you.

I’ve forgotten all my learning,

but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.

I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself…I love you.

I love you…I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side,

I will open the gate to your love.

Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.

You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.

Even so, you have always been connected to me.

Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.

I am life itself.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond,

I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.

Come merge with me,

leave this world of ignorance.

Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I desire you more than food or drink

My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste

I can sense your presence in my heart

although you belong to all the world

I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance

from you.

The Legacy of Grandmothers

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Someone asked me the other day what was my favorite recipe from my one of my Grandmothers and I could not think of any which then got me thinking as to what I had in fact inherited from my Grandmothers.   I was raised being very close to both of my them and I realized that neither one ever tried to teach me how to cook.  Hence, no recipes.  They also did not teach me how to sew.  Hence no scarves either.  It seemed like I did not inherit the more traditional things that Grandmothers pass down to their Granddaughters.  Instead they both were vested in ensuring that I would be a break from the norm.  They wanted me to be an independent educated woman.  But after a deeper look I realize that I inherited something much more powerful than a recipe.  From my Grandmothers, I inherited prayer.

My maternal grandmother, Abuela as I liked to call her, died almost 2 years ago at the age of 103.  She was an amazing woman.  I remember her always being a small woman of few words.  It never seemed like she ever had much to say except when it came to prayer.  She had an amazing sense of faith.  I remember her insisting on writing down prayers that she would come up with for me and then having my tech savy cousins email them to me in the US.  The prayers always seemed to address the things that were ailing me at the moment.  It was like she had a crystal ball.  She lived her entire life in the Dominican Republic and I have lived in the US since I was 7.  Yet despite the miles, she was always in tune with my spiritual well being.  She just always seemed to know when I was troubled.  Like cherised family recipes, my grandmother gave me prayers;  a prayer for when my business was slow, a prayer for when my kids were sick, a prayer for focus and peace of mind.   Till this day, I keep those prayers close by and always go back to them when I feel that I need a little extra help.

My paternal grandmother, Mamaro, who raised me like I was her daughter and who pushed me to equally learn two languages at age 7, was also deeply rooted in her faith.  She also believed in the power of prayer.  I remember going away for high school and loosing one of my favorite hoop earings on a rainy day at the local mall.  I had called her upset and she said that she would pray to the image of the Baby Jesus (El Nino Jesus) and then about two days later I found the missing gold earing at the mall.  Mamaro also prayed for me at all times.  From her, I learned Novenas and how to do a Rosario.   She is responsible for my affinity to the Virgin of  Guadalupe (my patron saint).  She made sure I did all the Catholic rites of passage.  She died during my junior year in college and it was like the rug had been pulled from underneath me.  She was my number 1 cheerleader.  She wanted me to be a “Profesional.”  I still keep one of her Rosary beads by my bed.

Like treasured family recipes, I keep the prayers and faith I learned from my Grandmothers close to my heart.  I hope to be able to pass such an amazing legacy to my sons and future grandchildren.