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words matter

That we can put into words what we see and feel, what is in our minds, whether on a scrap of paper, on a napkin, or skim, is a gift.

with them we express

ire, joy, wonder. What is inside. Do we truly what is inside? Should others? The written word, like the spoken word, is for eternity. It is infinite.

words affect

sometimes even oneself. And they remain, just as silences remain. To touch someone with love + compassion, with everything I could ever want for myself, is more than a gift.

would you allow

yourself to be touched?

you may not

regret it ...

where i come from

I was born and raised in Puerto Rico and still, whenever I go back, I feel like a child—perhaps because I left at the age of thirteen. Perhaps because I feel a thrill at everything there:  the breezes, the ocean, the tropical sun. Or it could be the smiles, the scents, the food and art, music, dance. The colors! It’s all still amazing for some reason. I carry a lot of those things in me, but being there is like being on a stage where I can enjoy them in a different way. A much more real way.

Cuando no estoy contigo yo te invento | When not with you I invent you 

from Isla Bella🎵

I walk through Old San Juan every day when I am home … to my mother’s chagrin.

house sign | Old San Juan

growing up

I have grown through many stages, suppose we all do. First as a child on the island, then an adolescent in the states, a young mother in Venezuela, a professional wherever work has taken me, and now settled in the Northeast, but still growing.

THERE IS NO END TO GROWING

My childhood memories are dreamy & joyful, so idyllic I sometimes wonder. Lived and experienced many adventures (which I kept to myself, afraid none of my friends would believe them, as they were extraordinary to me), didn’t learn to swim pretty, had good manners, was polite (so I am told), and liked all kinds of music (which I still do). Had terrific grandparents.

years ago at El Morro fort | Old San Juan

where i’ve been

I was fortunate to travel the world — except to my wistful destinations of Egypt and Tahiti. Have experienced and seen much, and realize that, although locales and customs may differ, as humans we are very much the same, yet unique. “Just” born under different circumstances, in different beds.

“As exotic as destinations are, they are common. The children in silk coats were on their way to school just as a neighbor could be on our side of the world. How we see our surroundings, and our destiny within it, could alter our paths if we allow it. We see what we want to see, and find no excitement at ten in the morning unless we want it and look for it with fervor …”

from Like A Blue Thread

years and years ago | Ahmedabad, India

what i want

  1. Freedom of some sort, have not quite pinpointed it yet
  2. Love for everyone and everything: not altruistic, just truthful
  3. Summer and spring all year long, and maybe a bit of fall, but never winter
  4. What we call cumplir in Spanish: to come through, be true to one’s word
  5. A spirit of compassion
  6. To give, to teach, to learn
  7. To dance

selfie for photography class | at home

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