Archive for January, 2008


turtle fly slowly.


moleskine page
, originally uploaded by girlhula.

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a summary of my favorite iyanla vanzant’s passages:

-To love and forgive someone even though your encounters with them has caused you pain does nothing for them and everything for you. Remember, what you give comes back. We forgive for our own evolution, not for the benefit of the other person.

-Understanding or accepting other people is difficult because we have not been taught to accept ourselves. As we see it, there is always something to fix, change or do to make others the way we want them to be and ourselves better than we are now. We find the weak spots… and we pick, pick, pick rather than nurturing, strengthening, and allowing time to grow.

-If you make anyone or anything responsible for your happiness, you will never be happy. If you make anyone or anything responsible for what you do or do not do, you will not accomplish much. No one is responsible for you but you.

-Death, I thought to myself, is simple. Stop breathing. Stop living. Very often when we create drama in our lives, we stop breathing. We stop thinking. Our hands become cold. Our senses are dulled. Our mouth becomes dry. It’s called stress.

-Bad family blood means that you do your best to keep the peace even when it means sitting around people, acting like you are comfortable when you are miserable.

-Maya Angelou described how words stick to the walls, the furniture, the curtains, and our clothing. She believes the words in our environment seep into our being and become a part of who we are.

-How many people have you been there for, only to find yourself alone when you need someone? In how many relationships have you given your all only to be left hanging out to dry with your broken heart on your tear-stained sleeve? What you give to others you give to yourself. Translation: If you appreciate what you do for others, their response should be of little consequence to you.

-Wherever you find yourself is exactly where you need to be. Even when you want to be somewhere else, under different circumstances, life knows that you probably could not handle it. Deepak Chopra wrote, ”Whatever relationships you have attracted into life at any given time, are the relationships you need to be in at that time.” When you are ready to do a new thing, in a new way, you will do it, with new people.

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i wanted to recreate my life eight or nine years ago when i first read iyanla’s work but i wasn’t ready and failed time and time again. sometimes, i feel like i wasted my time. deep down though i know that the pace is slow and steady for this turtle to fly.

–lissa

 

 

dream boy.

this piece appears on indie bloggers. yay!
Bangkok, Thailand, originally uploaded by shadowplay.

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i want to wake and still be with him.

he finds me no matter which dream room i pick. beautiful him. his face draws so close to mine that i can smell his vanilla breath. a tingly feeling reminiscent of girly, wistful love runs through every centimeter of me as he kisses my back and it tickles.

sometimes, when he sees me it’s after another day of heart break by another monster and he doesn’t say anything. he smoothes away the tangles in my hair and he lets me cry until i can’t. then, he lifts up my head from his chest and tells me he’s in love with me. he says it over and over again and my brown cheeks flush with joy.

he doesn’t talk about his day life but often when i see him his mocha skin has breaks in it like he’s been beaten. i wipe his knuckles clean with alcohol and kisses. he rests his head against my stomach, listening to its rumbling and my soft singing to him, and i feel the anger slowly leave his body.

sometimes, we just sit, too numb to engage, our backs leaning against each other. we read or listen to music or play separate hand held video games. the silence slowly dissipates with his laughter. his bright, eruptions of laughter at my silly, random jokes feel like home. he clutches my face and kisses me. pieces of his laughter drift through my lips and recess in the vacancies in my heart. i feel what happiness must feel like.

we try to stay together, to stay asleep, but fighting to stay asleep becomes as painful as fighting to stay awake does when you’re tired. we never get to say good bye; we wake up alone.

-lissa