When you feel like you're at the end of your rope you remember me.
Remember how you threw it to me and I hung on to it like my life depended on it.
You remember how heavy that weight felt when you wanted to let go and know that you pulled me through.
You remember I'm going to tie a knot on it for you and watch as you glide practically weightless through the air and into nirvana with a smile on the face of my soul.
Suzie Sateri
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Sunday, April 15, 2018
We Imagine
It's been a while. Not to long, but just a while. How long is a while anyway?
I want to paint. I need to paint and when I think about painting I just want to sit here and write. Then writing makes me feel like painting because I want to finish my painting projects. I'm trying to give myself at least 2-3 years to finish one. Because that's just how long I should give myself to finish the painting.
It's a gift. A gift that saves lives. That's why I love it so much.
It encourages me to make the best of this life of mine.
Not just the painting itself, but what has gone into it and what it is evolving into. It's so beautiful. Like the bottom of a Japanese bell.
The eyes of it originated like neon lights beaming across the night sky.
Then it was all white like the quilt my baby boy's great great grandfather and his wife shared.
Parts of it are still like that.
But like a seed that breaks through the soil and grows towards the light of the sun, the painting is bursting with beauty from the heart of it.
And so we imagine.
Suzie Sateri
I want to paint. I need to paint and when I think about painting I just want to sit here and write. Then writing makes me feel like painting because I want to finish my painting projects. I'm trying to give myself at least 2-3 years to finish one. Because that's just how long I should give myself to finish the painting.
It's a gift. A gift that saves lives. That's why I love it so much.
It encourages me to make the best of this life of mine.
Not just the painting itself, but what has gone into it and what it is evolving into. It's so beautiful. Like the bottom of a Japanese bell.
The eyes of it originated like neon lights beaming across the night sky.
Then it was all white like the quilt my baby boy's great great grandfather and his wife shared.
Parts of it are still like that.
But like a seed that breaks through the soil and grows towards the light of the sun, the painting is bursting with beauty from the heart of it.
And so we imagine.
Suzie Sateri
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Perfect Happiness
Yes, it is evident I've taken a break from my writing because when I sit down to write I feel as if my fingers need water.
I just want to honor you today. I hope every day is a blessing for you but especially today, unparalleled.
You're one of those people who my soul longs to be near.
When this lifetime begins to tick tock we somehow find one another in a unique space.
Remarkable because it was unsound and substandard and you loved me through it, perfectly.
I see your face in his sometimes.
The way his cheeks pull back towards his ears and his pearly whites shine at me, lighting my eyes.
What are you experiencing from your perspective?
I hope a state of Nirvana.
Suzie Sateri
I just want to honor you today. I hope every day is a blessing for you but especially today, unparalleled.
You're one of those people who my soul longs to be near.
When this lifetime begins to tick tock we somehow find one another in a unique space.
Remarkable because it was unsound and substandard and you loved me through it, perfectly.
I see your face in his sometimes.
The way his cheeks pull back towards his ears and his pearly whites shine at me, lighting my eyes.
What are you experiencing from your perspective?
I hope a state of Nirvana.
Suzie Sateri
Breathing Symphony
The sound of you breathing while you're asleep is like an elegant symphony to my ears.
I love to watch you while you are in a peaceful state of rest, your long eyelashes lay on the top of your cheek like butterfly kisses.
Your body is healing and recovering from hard work, your heart beating and your lungs carrying this sound of breathing I wish to cherish in the depths of my soul forever.
I love to watch you while you are in a peaceful state of rest, your long eyelashes lay on the top of your cheek like butterfly kisses.
Your body is healing and recovering from hard work, your heart beating and your lungs carrying this sound of breathing I wish to cherish in the depths of my soul forever.
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