Gift

I lay.

I wonder why life is so full of sadness and loss.

Death is near. Always so near.


I lay.

I see Love evolve all around me with such grace.

Blessed. This I feel. So incredibly blessed.



Letting love in, letting it go.

The yin and the yang.

How can we feel so heavy and light all at once.



Breathe.

Love and be loved, for this is THE greatest gift of All. 

Inhaled

Generally my poems are written in minutes. I do not think about it, it kind of just appears on the paper. I wrote this when I felt like I was going into my dark abyss. It is not a great place, but it's also where I gain my strength and ever so gracefully where I am ambushed by Light and Love. It reminds me of dusk, when dark meets light.



Inhaled 

When it calls
There's nowhere to hide

I can only stand for so long
I collapse

I'm taken

The cave inhales me
Leaving me with no breath

The fight is too much
The tears just fall

No longer can I be me
For he has won

I stay a while
Then finally say goodbye

Knowing, so, so knowing
I will be inhaled once more. 


Written by Marisol Graciela 

A Classic.

I wrote this a few years ago about my Grandfather. I was always curious about his life and thoughts. His sadness remained a mystery until his death and that hurts me. I would have loved to have acknowledged him more. I feel his presence often, mostly when I am on vacation. I feel like he was an adventurous soul and when I hear classical music I smile.  Enjoy. 

A Classic, Remembered.

Christmas season was always my favorite time of the year. The tree would be up and presents overflowed.

More importantly the whole family would be together. Abuelito always seemed to be in the background, but his presence was always near.

Beethoven was always on; I mimicked him and went to sleep to all the classics playing gently in my ear.

While everyone was talking, gossiping of all the current events, he always found the best spot in the house.

With a book in hand, he ventured to distant lands. He spoke of great men, of minds that knew so much before their time.

I would watch him, ever so discreetly, trying to sneak into the hidden world.

I remember sitting with him, too young to know how to read, but I would pretend I was reading, just to be near.

We sat in silence, elbow-to-elbow, piano playing melancholy melodies, my heart so utterly content to live in this world.

I always felt we understood one another, without any words.

It was comforting and beautiful. It was my peace.

We would at times speak of politics or current events. I made him laugh when I found the opportunity, but mostly we sat, and that’s where our love was found.

How much I will miss his gentle smile.

He wasn’t outwardly emotional, but he loved with all he could. This was his way.

 I watched him many times look at his children, his beautiful wife and his grandkids, he appreciated all the chaos and perfection we were… that we are.

He was a man filled with the knowledge of many lands, an ear filled with classic tunes, and a man that created a family with so much Love.

He lived life his way, never conforming to what he ‘should’ do.

May we honor him by living our lives to our own music, our own original melody.

As Beethoven said, “Then let us all do what is right, strive with all our might toward the unattainable, develop as fully as we can the gifts God has given us, and never stop learning”.

With love and gratitude, may we keep his music, his heart, live-forever on. 

Love and War

If you listen to the radio, watch TV or are on social media, you know that we are the midst of turmoil with Syria. Well, let's be frank with many countries. Without actually getting into details of it, I've been quite upset about the occurrences. 

I've been saddened by the suffering and the injustices that we fellow human bring on to one another. In my heart I see everyone as one family. We all hurt the same, love deeply and want to be happy. I can't help but think of so many souls aching right now in Syria, Africa, Egypt and beyond and the absolute urgency they feel. 

I've been trying to focus on the Love and sending out positive vibrations and not so much on the negativity surrounding war. I actually read a story that confirmed that people that protest against something turn out to fuel what they are against as opposed to people that purposely create what they want to achieve. For me all things beautiful are created with Love .. So tonight I will continue to send love and light to those that need it most. 

Commitment

So, I am still doing Hot Yoga. I still do not enjoy it; as drips of sweat-beads come flying off every inch of my body.. It is umcomfortable and almost every class I feel like crying. It is however, my most favorite thing I choose to do with my time.  In 60 minutes I feel like I do, after a great therapy session. I feel completely free and capable of one day putting my leg behind my head and touching my head.  My favorite new pose is called Embryo. It is basically like a little cocoon; it is safe and I felt as if I was being reborn.  

Teachers generally like to have the yoga class have a theme. My first yoga session a few months ago was about letting go.. She kept saying throughout the class, breathe out all things that no longer serve you.  At the time I was terrified my Dad was going to die and couldn't sleep or even breathe.  I felt suffocated and then I went to class... And I breathed it all out. 

Yesterdays class was about commitment.  The ability to mentally tell our minds we are going to push our bodies to our limit.. but to accept it.  To tell ourselves we have the ability to choose where we want to go, and not let any outside factors stop us.  I committed to each pose as much as my body allowed.  In Shavasana I placed my palms down.  I have had a hard battle in this pose. When you place your palms upwards, you are giving out your good energy.  When your palms are receiving; it is a grounding pose.  My whole life I have felt like I needed to give.. In these past few weeks of class my palms are down.  It feels good to think of just Me and to want to give myself Love.  

Near the end of class I felt like a new leaf had turned and I felt my commitment to myself. I want to Love hard and not be held back. I want to make plans and be accountable for every action. I want to be wealthy and be able to help people.  I want to see my book in a bookstore.  I want to help others heal in their journey. I want to meet more like-minded people. I want to travel all over the world and see others perspectives.  Most of all I just want to laugh and enjoy the scenery. I want to let go of the aches and hug them away.. This is my commitment.