It’s that time of the year to say thank you to all those “fathers” who have stepped up and provided for a child physically, mentally and emotionally.
A father is not just a man who “created” life. A “father” is a man who has taken the reigns and provided by their own will. It may be a grandfather, uncle, brother, family friend, or a step-father.
Fathers day is a special day because of the lack of fathers out in the world. Mothers (most) have an instinctual guide to help us parent. Fathers do not (most). I believe this is why it is so easy for so many men to walk away from their own children.
This is why I give father figures the utmost respect because they have taken on a role by their own choice. They have a special kindness in their hearts to embrace the love children give.
Happy Fathers day yesterday, today and tomorrow!
To my own father, thank you for showing me what unconditional love looks and feels like. Thank you for teaching me how to ride a bike, which taught me determination. Thank you for correcting my grammar, which has helped me sound “somewhat intelligent” (haha). Thank you for being my parent. I love you. I miss YOU. You are in my “Strawberry Fields” forever 🍓.
To advance in life is to let go. It is to be conscious. It is to be spiritually awake. It is to love yourself. It is to be open to life’s challenges. It is to smell the roses. It is to see the sun. It is to have knowledge. Knowledge is truth. Truth is awakening.
When your inner spirits awaken, your soul awakens. It is a beautiful mess. It is seeing your garbage. It is seeing your own hate. It is a acknowledging your mess. It is throwing out the garbage. It is cleaning your inner house. It is crawling out of the dark shadows and walking into the light.
It is a beautiful mess.
It is releasing your inner toxins by crying it out. It is sweating out your negative particles. It is enduring the inner pain to feel renewal. It is walking out your demons.
It is renewal.
It is life.
It is your life.
It is your beautiful mess ❤
My soul is wrapped around you; twined, tightened, never to rip,
My soul is within yours, breathing, loving, swimming alongside.
Two beautiful souls whom are magnetized.
Tightened ropes may age, they may fringe or burn from el sol, but those two entwined,
A golden tear fell…..
Not of sadness, Nor pain,
But of the deep love I have for you. My family. My knit.
You. My savior. My Godmother.
My blood. I’ve missed you.
My father’s sister. My Nina. My Tia. The sister my father loved dearly. The brother you loved.
It was like a mix of a moment with a whirlwind of the past.
……..until we meet again
When I die, will you remember my eyes? Will you die because of the cries?
When I die, will you come with or live on and be swift? Will you lift up to kiss me good night?
~When I die, I’ll forever remember our times, our cries and those loud sighs. Late night movies while cuddling with cold toes, our scary shows and our Asian-English subtitled woes. Our silly hugs and passionate kisses. Plain and simple-You-and-I~
When I die, shed a tear of life for we met when times were adrift. Political hate and life on a whim. Global warming while you held me during cold foldings.
When I die, I will explode with confetti as each tear is my life I chose share. I have been filled with love and laughter.
Remember as you stare up not down at my sunny glares.
I love you today, tomorrow and forever until we lay together at bay….
-Cami*Star at the end of 2016
(I’m not quite sure why I chose to write this piece. I am not dying nor physically ill. I presume it is because of all the deaths this past week. Many famous icons have passed this week and death must be on my mind. I don’t feel like death is upon me, but I suppose I wanted to share the love I have. I’m not quite sure. But this piece does share the deep love I have with the ❤ of my life).
My love. My confidant. The man who holds my heart. I knew he was out there. I knew time would lead me to him. One year later and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. That is love.
He is my friend who I can share my thoughts with. He is my co-parent who accepted my 5 year old as his own. Who does that? A real man! This man! My man!
We compliment each other with our own quirky ways. We are like a scale…always evening life out. I have never felt so complete as I do with my number one man.
He plays his guitar as he sings to lyrics that come to his mind. I write with my pen as I write words to create stories. We are a ying and yang of the life of artists.
He is my muse and I am his backbone. He is my King and I his Queen. We rule our world with love, freedom, compassion and most importantly….with unconditional love.
“His hands are as soft as black velvet rose petals”
The best thing in life are….
(Not in any particular order)
-chilling by yourself
-chocolate chip cookies
Mi Vida Loca