Las calles de México. Colores de las paredes se dividen en partes. Mis ojos de mueven y buscan nuevas memorias. Sonidos que se mezclan con cada textura y olor a comida. En el mercado me pierdo y veo bolsas hechas a mano con telas de diferentes colores y materiales. En el jardín me siento en una silla de Acapulco.
I ask myself what happened. Miracles happen. The sun and the birds come and go. My mind missing every part of the big backyard of flowers and the yellow chair. My bike is probably just sitting still and waiting for me.
I wrote something when I was close to Dimond Park. Encounters with every tree. God is nature. My first drawing was this dog. The best friend you can have is a dog. Existing within a fragment of time. Human after all.
The blue joggers and blue shoes that looked like vans. Leaving with only three pieces of paper.
Compassion, empathy, love.
Kindness. Compassion.
Compassion is love and respect to others with their boundaries.
Compassion is having empathy from the pain of others sending love.
Compassion is an act of kindness that shines bright like love in our hearts and expand to others. Without compassion there is no love.
Leaving with a bag of things. Wanted to keep the white sports bra but decided to throw everything away. Never ending story theme playing while I write a new chapter. Missing the beach and coyotes. The sounds of songs from the 80´s keep me going. I know this much is true…
Young hearts be free tonight... I would love to run the sand with my new playlist and Kiwi feeling the breeze of the ocean while we run.
