The hard, crappy kind of days

There’s something about the hard days.

It's going down. ##sunset

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Somehow, hope never fails.  I might refuse it and ignore it, but somewhere -even when I seek solitude and try to find the loneliest place – someone appears and asks “are you OK?”

One time I was a second from breaking down crying, carrying mine and Baby J’s food -while pushing her stroller- in a mall, having a really bad day, and a lady left her turn in line to carry our tray to a table.

That has happened three times.
I would be internally crying because I seldom have help or someone to do things with -I can count with the fingers of my hand the times manfriend has helped me-, and someone comes up to tell me it’s OK, they’ll give me a hand.

It’s a bad day today and I don’t know if it’s going to work out our if it’s going to be OK, but I can feel in the colors of the sunset, the love shining down on me.

And I refuse to ignore it.

The Crisis of Puerto Rico, by Lin Manuel

I’ve had a very long work day and can almost not identify the letters I type anymore (which is great because Puerto Rico needs hard working people and HERE I AM TO SERVE MY COUNTRY), but I just HAVE, as a responsible Puerto Rican living IN Puerto Rico, to share this.

Those twenty something minutes explain more about Puerto Rico’s crisis than all the government messages from the last year combined.

It explains why we need help, and why we deserve it.

It also features Lin Manuel Miranda, winner of a Pulitzer, being absolutely awesome at the end.

Please watch it.  If more people understand, it makes it better.  Changes come through knowledge.

Have an awesome day too!

 

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 18 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

Prickly week on Tuesdays of Texture!

Both literally and figuratively.

We’ve had a wave of work that leaves me every night sprawled in bed staring at the ceiling like OMGICAN’TBELIEVEISURVIVED.  And then I promise myself I’m going to read a five minute meditation and write and maybe watch something on youtube, like the knowledgeable person I am,  only to pass out three seconds later.

Anyway, this week I’ve got a video!  Because the whole grace of the Shameplant needs movement.

I once heard (many years ago when the internet was only yahoo and creepy html pages coded by teens) that someone was explaining Shameplants to someone else and they didn’t believe Shameplants existed.  They thought it was a made up thing.

I don’t know who has the lack of imagination necessary to block something as awesome as this plant from existing but their thoughts must be so boring.

Many thanks and virtual drinks of choice for last week’s participants:

ladyleemanila

Black Body

St. Germain by jesh

klara

 

Go have a great Tuesday.  And do remember to share a bit of it with me!

 

Dancing Mondays: RIP Prince Edition

I already shared an entry on my I Remember Friday about Prince, out rather about the casual way in which he was a part of things that I Remember, but it feels wrong to share any other music when all I’ve been humming all day is been Purple Rain.

And I should add – that has happened before. In fact I think I went a whole month listening to Purple Rain at least three times every day. Have you heard the arrangements of that song? The amazing crescendo feeling of awesomeness?

When I started working back in 2004 I started buying music and the first two artist of whom I bought all their hits were Michael Jackson and Prince.
My logic was that I should go with the biggest influencers of music first and I started with them.

I could go on and on about what a magnificent musician he was but it’s been done. I’m just going to add that when my daughter asks me why this Prince is such a big thing, I’m going to show her this show and say “no one else could’ve done this. ”

And I mean, seriously, the dude made real  rain part of his show.

Go have a great day. A happy purple one.

When you wish upon a star… maybe nothing happens

For this I Remember edition I’m reblogging an entry where Purple Rain makes an appearance. It’s not about the song per se, but you can read an example of the part it played in my life; it’s one of my favorite songs to blast and scream. Prince was one of my favorite artist since I was a little girl. He might have been one of my first celebrity crushes actually, because I totally fell in love when I saw him in Purple Rain, the movie, and I was about five. He was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. From that moment on if a guy needed to talk a lot to be sexy, he lost all sex appeal to me.
And then that song.

It’s so genius, I mean, Prince was a genius and it showed in his music. This song particularly touches a finer in me. I think it also has to do with the fact that on my first cruise -when I was 23- I saw a guy sing this song to his wife, while crying – literally bawling – in front of a huge crowd, all of who started singing with him and then we all ended up crying too. The story was that they had a very difficult first year – I don’t remember if she had been sick or he had done something awful – what I remember is that he played that song to her and she accepted him back and they were commemorating that moment in front of a couple of hundred people. The story was passed from one group to the other while the guy began singing, and by the time he finished I remember I had to change napkins because I had cried so hard, one hand waving in the air, feeling each music beat like a bump in the heart.

Let’s remember this.

de monte y mar

I spent my first three years of college in a very rural town, in the center of this island.It was full of mountains all around, when I got there the only fast food place was a Burger King about thirty minutes from my dorm, on foot.

There was not much to do there.We used to go around the plaza, the center of the town in one of the cars wearing PJ’s listening to Bob Marley, we walked around a lot, specially at night.One of our favorite things to do was to load the car with beers and limoncillo (50% crystal light lemon flavor, 50% vodka) and go to a viewpoint.We threw old bedding on the pavement beside the cars, that we parked almost at the top, and lay there drinking and looking at the stars.Sometimes we wanted to be close together and one comforter would…

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Yellow mellow again because why not?

#Yellow #YellowMellow #flower #floweroftheday

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Seriously, what is it with yellow that can always bring a smile?  Thank you nature for providing me a pick up for this very long work day.

Greatly appreciated.

Shared on Cee’s Flower of the day. 

 

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 17 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

rope on gate

The only security on this farm gate is that rope.  And it leads to a milk farm.  If you so wished, you could open it and hang out with the milk cows right there.  Like, RIGHT.  THERE.

I’m sure the area must be on camera 24/7 because otherwise, given the fact that thieves will manage to steal full grown cows – dozens at a time- that is completely crazy.

The paradox of the Hardcore Country Life.   People seem scare to meet the world – travel, study, interest themselves in other cultures- but they will protect their only income with a piece of rope.

Hats off to last week’s cool  participations:

ladyleemanila

klara

Debbie at Travel With Intent

jesh at St. Germain’s blog

Una Vista di San Ferno

Have a great day!  And do remember to share a bit of it with me!

Dancing Mondays: Ojos Color Sol Edition

I had another song ready for today but, as it almost always happens, this one sneaked it’s way into my brain and I only share honest things in here, so;

 

I think that’s production perfection.

I mean, do you have any idea what a nightmare it is to have a camera THAT CLOSE TO YOU?  Of course, they fixed that problem by having Gael García Bernal there, but still, reenacting love at that level of macro and pulling it off is quite a thing.

Also, this is more Silvio Rodriguez for you.   You’re welcome.

For those of you who can not understand Spanish, google translated this for you:

today the sun hid and did not want to leave had to wake up and was afraid of dying, you opened the eyes and the sun kept his brush as you paint the better than when dawns your loveliness, any constellation gets insecure landscape, your beauty it smells morning and feeds me all week. Your eyes make magic are wizards opened and now reflect the mountains in the lakes, the only absolute truth is that when you were born trees were born fruit, sweet orange planting cherubs as the sun was afraid he hid in a cloud, today the sun is not necessary, is in recess, vitamin d you give me a kiss. = Chorus = moon walk outside your pupils following the night shines original after you look at it, and nobody knows how to be happy to spoil Coast thanks to you and to your eyes. you’re a verse backwards a wake backwards and gave it back to my universe, now you get to the top closes down, the land no longer tours, you go around the earth

in war they kiss , not fight, today  chickens sing and cows cackle , worms and fish fish hooks, you fly by the sea and sailing across the sky , grow flowers in the sand, rain falls in the desert , now the dreams are real because they are daydreaming , and that dream is safe and well reproduced , and finally innocence does not hide from the lights. the shortage of food becomes delicious why we have a belly full of butterflies , galaxies reveal their pumar that hid and earth seems that life begins . = Chorus = moon walk outside your pupils following the night shines original after you look at it, and nobody knows how to be happy to spoil Coast , thanks to you and to your eyes . at the military academy they taught medicine, and bankers now will make housing and meals , and nobody knows how to be happy to spoil Coast , thanks to you and to your eyes .

 

Now go and be someone’s sun today.  Smile to a passerby, you never know if you are going to be the only light they see this day.

Happy day!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 16 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

I was at paradise the parent’s this last week and, before I was called to rush back to attend a work situation (the kind where an agency visits and much paperwork has to be prepared and presented, not because your company did something, but because another company -far, FAR away from yours- did), I had time to walk the shore with Baby J and it was our luck to find about twelve sea crabs horded together hanging out. 

This guy has just changed houses.  And then, when he noticed that Baby J was collecting some of his friends, he put great effort into running with his brand new, heavier house.  This was right before he climbed to the top of that rock (which was considerably large) and then flew to the other side.

Hugs to last week’s cool people;

Ladyleemanila
San Ferno

Don’t have a crabby day. And do remember to share a bit of it with me!