"Skinny Love" - Birdy

Human Tendencies

Sometimes my babies show me who they are.
Sometimes my parents show me who they are.
My friends are starting to show me who they are.
Not my dogs though, those bitches.

Little by little, I'm learning about myself and others with a different perspective.
A brand new one sometimes.

Some bring out the best in me.
Some bring out the worst.
Some my crazy.
Some my sexy.

Good news, we're human.

I know you like it when I just type whatever is in my mind and on my heart even if it makes no sense at all.
I love that you encourage that type of work from me.
It's my favorite kind.

Just like you are. My favorite kind. My favorite cup of tea, my favorite donuts, my favorite coffee, my favorite conversation, my favorite laughter, my favorite smiles, my favorite babysitter, my favorite voice, my favorite.

Now come over and make fun of me about how chaotic my writing is.
Then look at my room, my wardrobe, my desk, my bed. Notice how consistent that chaos is.
Then laugh about it when you think about it because I know you will.
And just the thought of you smiling and laughing makes me feel happy.

Sometimes I just feel like sitting in the Trump towers and watching people.
Watching the gentlemen I so love.
Watching people watch us.
Watching people love.
Watching people.

Then just writing about it and looking at the chandeliers.
And thinking about the future, about the past and the present.
With my quiet observing eyes of a child.

Then coming home to my garden to watch the bluish purple butterflies circling the rose seeds I can't wait to see bloom.
I imagine how they will look.
How they will produce beauty that will inspire me to look as beautiful as them.

Maybe beautiful like a Japanese bell.

My Babies My Soul

Having a baby is something that is really exciting on both ends of the spectrum. What I mean by that is it's both nerve racking and heavenly. A baby, I like to think, is a gift of wisdom in a tiny little body. It's a human form of two people combined into one person. It's a gift to have the chance to observe wisdom in it's purest and truest form. Babies encourage all of us to be better people.

You Remember

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

Virtue Moir 2010 Olympics FD

Virtue/Moir 2014 Olympics SD 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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