Dear Mom and Dad

I remember a conversation we had a long time ago. You were talking to me about how disappointed you were with me and you asked what you did to deserve that.
I was just thinking, visualizing a moment in the future where you are being treated better than the most loved baby thinking, what did I do to deserve this.

Rainy Days

I remember a few days from when I was a kid when I just didn't want to go to school. Because I lived one street over from my elementary school I actually walked home during school one of those days and I climbed in the kitchen window to have some peace and solitude. I'm pretty sure I returned to school without anyone knowing I was even gone.
On those types of days I'd go to my teachers and talk to them about what I was going through. Whether they agreed it was my fault or not, talking to them seemed to help. I could be honest about what I was going through and receive a safe response. The strength and honesty in their feedback gave me the courage I needed to either apologize or make amends.
Many times we've seen accounts close, people saying bye and cutting off communication with others. I remember those types of emotions like I climbed in the kitchen window yesterday. I guess some days are going to be like that for the rest of our existence.
What I do know and recognize still, are the people who help us along the way. The teachers we learned from and those we follow, looking forward to a hug from mom or dad, going to soccer practice or playing with the neighbors... the reasons we have to think we can endure the days that are hard for us to get through.

Suzie Sateri

Rest In Peace George H. W. Bush

That Girl Sally

They started as skeletons in, to them, what seemed like a haunted house. They danced through their past like Jack and Sally. With the sounds of nothing but old memories, they began their life together. Like a beautiful house transforming into a home, this story started with "good bones".
May the memories you cherish give you wings to fly. 

Suzie Sateri

Bubbles

I want to look inside of your beautiful mind to see what you're thinking when you refer to me as a perfectly transparent rainbow colored circle that can fly like a genie in the sky.

Floating With Wings

I once worked in silence.
The outside was noisy and chaotic.
I'd close myself in my room and write.

Then, so noisy inside that I couldn't write until the storm settled.
I had to wait until there were words.
Like an unborn baby I tumbled back into my existence with a blank canvas.

And now, floating with wings awaiting flight but again.
This life we share can be so beautiful.

In my bickering back and forth with you I realized.
I put you in the center of the rest of my life.
I'm sorry for the moments when you feel too overwhelmed to take on responsibility from me.

It's just the way I believe in you with all of my heart and soul.
It'll be worth every second, worth every risk.

Yes, you believe in me in many multifaceted ways.
I've been recognizing you more often and I believe in you too.

Suzie Sateri

The Path Less Traveled

A Pathologist is a Dr. for people with cancer. Cancer is an abnormal growth of cells. Our bodies are filled with cells so when there is an abnormal growth of cells our bodies would naturally feel exhausted trying to keep up with the growth that is happening. A pathologist is someone who can identify these paths our life has traveled and possibly discover what can be causing us pain. Our duty is to nurture and grow the healthy cells while finding forgiveness, wisdom and understanding for the paths in which we wish to depart.

We depart from "Small World", we depart from "Pirates of the Caribbean", we depart from "Peter Pan", we depart from "Little Mermaid", we depart from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" we will depart from "Beauty and the Beast"...