Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Like Beautiful Fireflies
What I really want to know in the end is, will he be able to forgive me?... to forgive us with his whole heart? Will I be able to forgive him?... to forgive them with my entire heart? I know we will.
It's hot in here and I'm trying to think about going back to sleep again. I'm staying awake, wondering what time the delivery service is going to happen with fresh items from the farm. Looking out the door at the city lights flickering like beautiful fireflies.
I understand he is waiting for me and I love him so much for that as I am waiting for him too.
I also understand that stars have scars uncovered in space when the right timing aligns. The stories we carry make us shine so bright in the night sky. And he is one of them because of me.
I still love him with everything I have and everything I am. Once in a while I'm reminded of how much I need him. When it happens I find myself practically screaming his name or running to his side for comfort.
We walked by him twice. The first time he was sitting calm on a bench. One could sense the fire in his soul so kept our distance. The second time his vulnerability made my heart melt.
The first time he was defending me for the second time.
The delivery has arrived and I'm glad I left the lights on because it's still dark outside.
It's hot in here and I'm trying to think about going back to sleep again. I'm staying awake, wondering what time the delivery service is going to happen with fresh items from the farm. Looking out the door at the city lights flickering like beautiful fireflies.
I understand he is waiting for me and I love him so much for that as I am waiting for him too.
I also understand that stars have scars uncovered in space when the right timing aligns. The stories we carry make us shine so bright in the night sky. And he is one of them because of me.
I still love him with everything I have and everything I am. Once in a while I'm reminded of how much I need him. When it happens I find myself practically screaming his name or running to his side for comfort.
We walked by him twice. The first time he was sitting calm on a bench. One could sense the fire in his soul so kept our distance. The second time his vulnerability made my heart melt.
The first time he was defending me for the second time.
The delivery has arrived and I'm glad I left the lights on because it's still dark outside.
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Painting Gold
"You can go there." My son says while referring to a painting.
The painting is of a snowy path surrounded by trees with golden light. I created a philosophy about it. My philosophy is that the painter walked a path alone that was too beautiful not to share.
I look at my son like he is golden and smile in my heart.
Suzie Sateri
The painting is of a snowy path surrounded by trees with golden light. I created a philosophy about it. My philosophy is that the painter walked a path alone that was too beautiful not to share.
I look at my son like he is golden and smile in my heart.
Suzie Sateri
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Monday, July 17, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Imagination Plus Engineering
Imagineers at Disneyland are governed by a few principles, according to Wikipedia, one of which includes the "blue sky speculation". This is a process where imagineers, a combination of the words imagination and engineering, are able to generate ideas with no limits.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Disney_Imagineering
Monday, July 10, 2017
Sunshine and Moonlight
I wake up to you grunting because you are hungry or you don't like the way the blankets are... those are my favorite kind of sounds.
I lay with you while your tired hand holds mine... that is my favorite feeling.
You hold my face with your hands and look me straight in the eyes... that is my favorite sight.
The way you jump when you hear a loud noise makes me laugh because it reminds me getting scared is a part of being human.
You help me accept things about myself I otherwise might be ashamed of.
When everyone is encouraged to dance and be merry you observe and feel happy in your heart to witness such joy. "Again!" Your quiet enthusiasm makes my soul smile.
Suzie Sateri
I lay with you while your tired hand holds mine... that is my favorite feeling.
You hold my face with your hands and look me straight in the eyes... that is my favorite sight.
The way you jump when you hear a loud noise makes me laugh because it reminds me getting scared is a part of being human.
You help me accept things about myself I otherwise might be ashamed of.
When everyone is encouraged to dance and be merry you observe and feel happy in your heart to witness such joy. "Again!" Your quiet enthusiasm makes my soul smile.
Suzie Sateri
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