Combat mission

Sorry dad...

Head in the Clouds

There is so much beauty and visual poetry surrounding us that is often overlooked. People tend to dismiss the environmental gems that surround them, opting instead to focus their spotlight consciousness on other things.

I spend a significant amount of time looking up at the sky on my way to work, as the traffic is always stop and go. I particularly derive amusement from examining the form and patterns of clouds. About two weeks ago, I observed six clouds perfectly aligned, and resembling Mayan glyphs. I was so amazed by this celestial configuration, that I couldn't stop looking up at the sky.

El tiempo pasa

A year ago today I received a fateful phone call. I remember feeling as though I had been thrust into an abyss of dark despair. Each word was a poisoned arrow puncturing my heart. As the news of my grandmother's death was relayed to me, I felt pure darkness and solitude envelop me like a cocoon. In one moment my life had dramatically changed. The core of my being was shaken, I was raped of one of the only things that had remained consistent and predictable in my life. A tornado formed in my mind, memories collided against one another, fighting to survive. Confusion set in; I found myself face to face with a side of me that for many years had remained dormant and starving. What would result from this rapacious hunger?

Losing my grandmother was one of the most heart-wrenching things I have ever experienced. However, it was the beginning of a journey inward that would finally bring me out of the shadows...

You were the catalyst for my creative expressions, and were responsible for my metamorphosis from a moth into a butterfly. Today it is with love that I remember you. I carry you with me always, and your name is permanently carved on the walls of my heart. I hope to someday leave a mark on the world as you did. Thank you for everything, I miss you.