tu corazón y mi

Durante veces cómo está, cuando el sol es roso y el cielo es morado, yo sé que te amo. Los colores del día…cambian, pero mi amor para ti no. Es fuerte y para muchos años.

Cada tiempo hay una diferencia en los colores, yo sé dónde puedo escogerte. Estás en mi corazón, segura y feliz.

Eres el sol de mi vida. Mi luz. Mi fuente de felicidad.

Creo que su amor puede tocar mi corazón como un violín y crea un sinfonía bellísima.

1.5 year anniversary

Mi media naranja. Eres la dulce de mi vida. Gracias por 1.5 años contigo.

A muchas más.

my cutie
Just like the first date

Porque le da miedo.

Quiero empezar con un pasaje de “La casa en Mango Street” de Sandra Cisneros. El pasaje empieza en página xxiii.

“Al final de la velada, ella se encuentra buscando un aventón a casa. Ella llegó en autobús y el Emperador se ofrece a llevar a casa. Pero no va para su casa. está ilusionada con ir a ver una película que sólo van a dar esa noche. Le da miedo ir sola al cine, y por eso ha decidido ir. Precisamente porque la da miedo“.

Creo que el pasaje está escrito con mágico. Precisamente porque la da miedo. Y yo pregunto, ¿Qué si todos preguntaba esa? Podríamos hacer muchas cosas que no hemos hacer antes.

Un ejemplo. Quiero ser bilingüe algún día. No estoy allí ya, pero estoy practicando cada día, mientras tengo miedo. Necesito más confianza en si misma, y creo que por esta pasaje, yo puedo obtenerla.

Es una fuente de inspiración para mi y ya escribirlo en mi espejo del baño. También, en mi horario y mis escritorios.  Uso ambos cada día, por eso es un recuerdo para mi a ser segura cuando yo tengo miedo de algo.

Como Nike dice, “Just do it”. Es posible a tener éxito. Quiero compartir esta idea porque es una lección muy valiosa. Podemos aprender del pasaje de Cisneros. ¿Qué crees? Por favor, comparte conmigo.

Una pregunta para los estudiantes de español. ¿Como prácticas el idioma?

Para mi, escribo en mis escritores en español. También, escucho a podcasts en español. Si alguien tiene un podcast, por favor comparte conmigo. Mio es un poco lente – es de Duolingo, jaja. Necesito algo nuevo. ¿Ayudame?

breathe & be

Today I was writing in my journal about my anxieties- you know, the usual. I was writing about how I’m nervous for City Year, for living in a new city, for meeting new people…. but as I wrote more and more, I realized that my anxieties were surrounded by things that haven’t even happened yet.

I was spending so much time focusing on my fears that I was missing the amazingness that is San Antonio and my new home and being alone.

And so, I decided that my motto for the next 11 months (my City Year term length), I will be focusing on the phrase “breathe & be.”

Breathe & be.

To me, this phrase means taking in my surroundings and being truly present with them. Feeling the paper I’m writing on. Tasting the fresh berries I’m enjoying. Soaking in the rays of sun beating on my shoulders. Listening fully to the person in front of me.

Writing about what I’ll do after City Year made me realize that I haven’t even begun to think of the possibilities I will encounter during City Year.

It’s time to refocus. These next 11 months will be about the present. When it is time to worry about the future, I will change gears. But for now, I’m going to do my best to enjoy the city and its people and all they have to offer me.

Breathe & be. Breathe & be. Breathe & be.

the strawberry collection

dogs running among children on a family-owned farm

giggles dyed deep red

and their mother shaking her head

wondering why she ever let her children wear white

checkered red and white blanket upon a grassy hillside

we admire the mountains in the distance as we sit in the strawberry field

nestled between the raspberries and the peaches

summer fruits, ripening in mid-june.

my cheeks burn bright pink

juice staining our fingers red

strawberry kisses

dusty dirt trails and two quarts of strawberries

a broken piano in the long grass

and under the tree with the string lights

that you were so eager to play

you are like magic

and the whole world can see it

watching you wander in the strawberry fields

delicate and soft

i am happy to know you

fireflies flicker in the summer evening

settling in your straw hat

they’re out early tonight

i think they’re here to see you

or perhaps they’re just here

to nibble your strawberries

daises have a tendency to sparkle in the sunset

their white petals wave

in the oranges, reds, and pinks

i pick a bundle for you

you tuck them behind your ear

queen of the strawberry fields

i didn’t like strawberries much growing up

until you told me that you love them

mixed with rhubarb and mashed into a sticky jam

i started buying us quarts of strawberries

i am on a mission to love them as much as you

and i think i have finally hit the mark

you teased me when i would sneak a taste

that night at the strawberry field

the berries were so delicious

and i couldn’t stop thinking about

how i wanted to make them into a sophisticated wine

with flavor notes of wild daisies

i never told you that you looked beautiful

in your straw hat with our dog in your arms

let’s take our kids to this town someday

so they can see where i fell

even more in love with you

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down in the long grass

There is something special about being alone by the water. It’s a sort of heavy, peaceful feeling.

Is that a dialectic? I can’t say for sure- but I do know that when it’s nighttime and I’m with my best friend on a deserted beach, I get that feeling of never wanting the morning sun to come.


I felt that way again today, but this time I was completely alone. I noticed the heavy feeling settling down on my chest as I sat back against the tree. I gazed at the wild lavender along the water’s edge and began to daydream of what it would be like to live among the clouds.


A little yellow butterfly rested itself on my knee and I froze. What a small life sits before me.

I gently stretch out a finger for it to crawl onto, but it flies away- by choice or by the wind’s current, I’ll never know.

The peace washes over me as the dandelion fuzz floats on the air around me. The willow tree above me sways in the cool breeze and I lie down in the long, green grass, drifting off to sleep.


When I close my eyes, I hear the feisty waves on the lake and smell the delicate floral notes in the air. I feel the spray of the crashing water on my face and I am refreshed.

Earlier, I’d wandered out to the empty corner of the park, where the grass was overgrown and the flowers bloomed wildly. A bush of white flowers caught my eye. Excitedly, I plucked a stem from the bush.


I pulled back and watched as a small trickle of blood pooled and rolled down my finger into my palm. I stepped onto the wet rocks and dipped my hand into the icy water, watching the red swirl away before me.

I reflected on the temporary nature of everything… pain, grief, anger, guilt… and felt my stress melting away. As I sat against a tree, the grass up to my knees, I felt calm at last.

The waves will rise again.


e has a thing for indie tunes, so we were sitting in the hardwood floors in the low light of my living room and listening to her favorite arctic monkeys track. the cat snuggles into e’s arms; the flickering light of the vanilla candle wavers in his yellow eyes.

it’s wednesday and we feel like we’re flying, watching the shadows dance in the ceiling, lying on blankets, talking about the stars with intermittent silence. the quiet is comfortable and we enjoy the sad indie jams and think about life.

the record player hums, the bass buzzes in our ears, and my mind continually wanders to marigolds and the shade of orange in the sunset that night.

it reminded me of ashes crumbling to the ground after someone taps their cigarette. the paintings on the wall come alive in my mind. i become consumed by the music, and i capture these feelings in my mind.

nostalgia for the present moment.

e still has daisies in her hair from earlier that evening, and i notice she’s fallen asleep.

-i hope she dreams of a wide open lavender field and monarch butterflies tonight