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As this new journey begins, I struggle to get back on the saddle. Feeling lost, overwhelmed and doubting myself. I know life hits you with the punches but, Dammmmm! No better way than to question yourself, are you on the right path? Where is my ounce of happiness without the hurdles. Where is my peace of mind, my good job you are on the right track. For once I would like, no chaos, doubt  and the calamity that follows when you are trying to get it together. 

Presently as I write this, cats are playing catch on my roof. How! What have I done in my previous lives to deserve this? Whatever it was I am sorry Universe! Here I am, the person who thinks with the glass always half full is thinking of quitting. Shhhh! This is so not me! As I write for my escape, lets hope for the best and my subconscious saves me. 

They say, each new beginnings have it rocky starts but God Dam! Help me find me as I have lost my stepping along the way. I have no reason to quit what I have started, I have no reason to go back or stay stagnant. My only way is forward, with my feet on the the ground and pray it is the right path! Feet grounded, head down as I slowly leave the starting block. 

Sayōnara, Adios, and  Au Revoir till we meet again!

Its been a while

Its been a while since I filled the void inside
Its been a while, I kept letting time pass me by
Its been a while, the tears inside of me has cried

I guess the irrelevant things kept me preoccupied

Its been a while I have followed my dreams
Its been a while we have not chat or just sat and stare into the seaside
Its been a while I have seen that smile that lights up any grey cloudy on a bad day.
Its been a while I have let my fear subside.

I guess the irrelevant things kept me preoccupied

2019

Hey there,
Welcome 2019!
As another 365days has begun,  hopefully there is a new approach to life, goals, and challenges.

Always willing to commit but never making the time, as that was the theme for the past few years. Of course, if that is the case, you could have never commit. A mind full with ideas, stories and creativity waiting to be executed but with procrastination as you best friend slash excuses, nothing is never ever done.

Caught up in everything else around you, your heart is being deprive of that fulfilling joy. The liberty to let all go, as you admire the beautiful smiles that you would bring to people faces only if you were able to set your ideas free.

With that in mind, I hereby charge thee to challenge yourself to let go procrastination as your BFF and make that bold step forward as releasing your creativity to build a positivity community and in the long run a positive society.


Your truly
Great 2019

Free

I long for you, a place where I can be set free within. A place where I can let it all out and express what's deep down that seem to have no end. Time evades me, as things that I render unto Caesar consume me. 

A mind that is partially tapped into, the little that is used and the balance of it just go to waste. I care not to let it waste no more as I have grown wiser but am still entangle by the social norms that has me bound.

In this world we have created where the more we gain, the more we create our wants to become our needs. Do we not make anything suffice anymore? Where is our contentment? Sadly I must admit that I am becoming caught up too. 

Here we allow them to brainwash us technology is ever changing and we have to adapt in order to survive. Where does that have us today? Are we that much better off? Are we truly? We watch one another die as the toxicant enter our veins. We no longer help each other unless it is for a beneficial gain.  

A world that I have created within, I often wonder if I could escape there, because I am becoming weary of the madness that surrounds me. Someday, somewhere, I will be set free.

Collaboration with Patrick Dyer

Things in your Garden

As for Patrick he had to go a bit further back to remember his childhood memories. Seeing that his blog is about healthy living it was easier for him to remember something about childhood. Times back then were completely different to what it is now. For Patrick it wasn't much about buying produce but planting it and trading with neighbours for something you didn't plant. Well as Patrick put it not trading really but friendly exchange of the excess you would reap once you had sufficient for your house hold without expecting anything in returned. So Patrick's healthy lifestyle I would say was something bred into him because the majority of the food back then came for your own land or your neighbours land.

What was in mines…

With me we grew a lot of stuff in our little back yard. Both short term and long term crops, sometimes most long term crops because of time constraints. We planted from tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, melongene, pumpkin, yam, tipi-tamboo, ginger, sorrel, pea and seasoning of course. Patrick stated, “like you all planted everything.” Apart from what we planted we had a lot of fruits trees as will and all of this fitted in the back on one lot of land. Don’t ask how we sell found space to plant but mother certainly did. We had two cherries, one sour soup, one forever not baring avocado tree (which eventually did bare) two guava trees, one rough lemon tree, one sour orange tree, a breadfruit tree, two coconut trees, three mango trees (one was a mini juile tree) and the biggest of all was the pommecythere tree. The pommecythere started off with one trunk but then spilt into a v leaving us with two big spread out branches. Patrick said “we had it all,” but I would say so because we still use to raid the neighbours’ tree. They had a governor plum tree, a pommerac tree and a graphed mango tree (aka belly full). Those were the good old days. Now I just starve for the healthy easy living of long ago.    

What’s in your garden?

Moments Cherished shared by Rachael Ann Thomas

Moments Cherished with Rachael Ann Thomas

http://rachaelathomas.wordpress.com/

Sometimes it is not all about the flam, going places with the family and it is not always about having fun growing up. In some instances it is just being there at the same place and time with love ones is what really matters sometimes. Everyone may not always be fortunate to have grand family expeditions sometimes due to their parents hectic work schedule. Not just the parents’ hectic work schedule but sometimes the extracurricular activities that we ourselves as children were enroll in at the time. Apart from that it might have been our school lessons, school extra lesson and private lessons would have occupied the balance of our time growing up which molded us into this well ground individual that we are today. Necessarily for some pictures are not everything but it is what you hold on to in our hearts and memories are what really treasure.

In Rachael Ann Thomas childhood memories this was exactly her case growing up. Living in a house hold with her mom, dad, one brother and sister they always had a tight schedule. If it wasn’t someone always busy, they were coming home late or everyone was just on a different schedule. It was hard for Rachael and her family to spend quality time together. As this continued her dad made it his duty at least once for the week that the entire family would sit and have one meal together. It did not necessarily had to be lunch, dinner or breakfast but whichever it was he made it happened. Rachael admitted this was something she would look forward to growing up. It was all about spending time with her immediate family that she cherished the most. There were also the occasional times that they would go to visit their other relatives. She said, it did not have to be on the holidays but when ever time permitted them too, so if they had a weekend free together, it was something to look forward to especially with the grandparents.

In life, it is not always the big things that matters but the simpler things in life that we just might appreciate the most. The stories told, the time spent in the car together, or even the little agreements that drives each other crazy, sometimes that’s what bonding with each other turn out to be. So let’s not get caught up with other people childhood memories but cherish what you had and feel free to share. What is theirs are theirs and what was yours is yours, because no one’s childhood memories are never really exactly the same.

What’s yours?

Marina Rivas Collaboration with yours truly

This is what she had to share

Her child memories

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWlFbWEvfwo&feature=youtu.be

I have a lot of childhood memories some which I  have pictures for while other are just in my head.

I am bought up in a mixed decent which consist of Predominant Spanish, Negro, little in Indian and Chinese. My family is very large but we had a lot of family gatherings. I am from an artistic and musical family where we love art, music and food. I remember every year was a family gathering in La Pastora (La divina Pastora) church and then we would gather together to enjoy lunch which we all made and would get to know more of the families. My uncle was a Bishop at that time so he would say the mass. I remember asking questions to family members like how you make this and what advice you would give someone to cook. I remembered my cousins and I would go by the river to bathe and socialized. It was fun an adventure. I remembered the older heads would tell me that my grandparents Sabina Rivas and Placido Rivas were married in the that church my father, aunts, uncles older cousins were baptized in that church. Today the images of the church seen are run down but anytime I go with my parents will always remember the fun time we had there.

I remember my mom use to tell me that art was something I had loved since childhood; my mom took a picture of me and the art that I made. That was around 4 or 5 years. Apart from this I remembered my first art started around seven years when started watching and drawing. My grandfather (James Caesar) who is on my mother’s side, use to motivate me to continue drawing and never give up on that. Well I listen to him because now I have my AAS degree in graphic design and am continuing to do my BA.

After sever came eight and that’s when  my culinary skill kicked in, as I remember my first cooking, my mom was busy doing other chores and she had a bowl of raw meat waiting to cook.  I found she was taking too long so I reached for the chopper and I said, “Chicken I am going to cook you today.” Yes, my grandfather argued but he enjoyed the food. From that day on my other family members showed me tips, and recipes to help me master my culinary skills which I have today. This is one of my child hood memories I will always remember.

On occasions that I spent time with my grandfather on my mother side he would always play his guitar anytime and sing in Spanish for me. Those are memories I will always remembered. My siblings and I were blessed to have a grandpa alive so we can hear stories because my grandfather on my father side died at the age of 63 years. He never got to know us but I know he is looking down at us smiling. Even my mom father would bring home basket full of Christmas food and drinks for us.

Christmas was fun memories. Pastelles making, black cake, sorrel, ginger beer harm, turkey and the list goes on. My grandmother on my father side Sabina Rivas would show me her secrets recipes, give me tips and show me what to do. Even though she was blind, her senses were there. She has inspired me to continue in the things I love. The spirit of Christmas use to bring joy in my heart where there were gifts, food and most of all family.