Love Preserves

It is not hard to wonder when at the end of a chapter in your life what is coming up on your journey of happenings.  We often want to save the memories that brought us joy, recall the space that we shared in lasting loving moments and truly maintain them in safe keeping.  How do we preserve a love that will last?  For some it is a very natural process, but for others there is a sense of failure and disappointment associated with everything pertaining to love. As we move away from negativity to self-preservation we may actually take the time to lace all fond moments, lasting feelings and magical experiences that also contributed to containing the love.

Like canning or preserving fruit, preserving love may require adding some sugar (affection), stirring (friendship), stewing (romance), and/or increasing natural ingredients (unconditional love).  Maybe the heart is the place where the love preserves are jarred and certainly like glass breaking, hearts go through their share of ruin.  The thing is, shattering a glass jar filled with preserves is messy, like love and life, plain ole messy.  Learning to love and create tools for ourselves while in a mess are some of loves best lessons.  Honestly, it is not until many of us experience the fractured heart, the messy ruptures or the shattering misfortune that we acknowledge the process of conserving or protecting the desired elements that created harmony, assurance, stability and freedom.

We preserve history, culture, furniture, and homes while taking great pride from the process as we maintain and repurpose.  The preservation of love can be haunting in each of us if we are believers of course, but it is healing and freeing as our hearts contain the loves of affection, friendship, romance or unconditional love.  And if our preserves vanish and our jar feels empty, deep within we can reach inside our hearts to recreate, refill or replenish.

As we learn to safeguard love, we learn self-preservation.  Our asana practice allows for self-preservation, learning about ourselves, accepting ourselves and uniting with ourselves.  All of which permit us to connect with others and can more love preserves along the way.

Secret Recipes

My grandmother, Abuelita Falcon, is a fantastic cook. In fact at age 97, she creates meals that are delicious, nutritious and comforting regularly. As a child, I spent many afternoons after school visiting with her and watching her cook as I sampled away.  Upon entering adulthood, people would ask me, how had I learned to cook?  The answer at that time was simple of course, I just do what I saw my grandmother do but I make a few adjustments and in some cases a conscious choice of ingredients that may be a little healthier with increased nutritional value.  Traditional Cuban fare will always be at my core, as I have continued to pass this on to my own children and it is a piece of culture that is transferred with great ease and love. More

Hangover honey…

My beehive has been fully pollinating as of late and the honeycomb was in full effect recently; transitions of all sorts, adjustments and the hustle of life for this analog girl in a digital world pushed me to my outer limits.  Yes, spring has sprung and the busyness factor can be overwhelming to say the least, but let’s put it in perspective.  We go against our natural energy to complete these tasks, responsibilities, some of which may be a vision or goal. So rock on, take it to the limit!  By now, if you have read along, you must realize my idea of slowing us down some lives, because many times, certainly, you might ask yourself, what is the purpose of this rush, is it the hangover part we are striving for?  Hmmmm … or shall I just buzz around. More

Oxygen Warrior

Have you ever felt like life is squeezing your lungs so tight that it feels challenging to breathe?  Or maybe the injury you have suffered from for decades occasionally pops back into your life to remind you to take it easy.  How about the scent that milk leaves when you leave it heating up on the stove and spills over while you wonder how you let that happen when you thought you were being so vigilant?  What about the annoying bug bite that feels like you need to scratch it constantly? More

Entering the uncomfort zone

What is your level of tolerance for discomfort?  Do you know? Or do you ignore the signs and live with it everyday without recognizing it?  Is it out of habit?  Many people live in pain when they can step outside of it, while some think that suffering is the only way to live because it makes others happy.  Or does it?  We become comfortable in situations that do not deliver full potential or daily joy.  Sometimes we stay in these circumstances for a lifetime.  Sometimes we think it is the only way to survive because we refuse to live outside of our comfort zone. More

Rice & Beans

I love arroz con frijoles negros, infact I was raised on this dish I can say pretty much the bulk of my childhood.  It is a staple in my world and I have transferred this tradition to my children.  The thing is, white rice and black beans are not appealing to lots of folks who may be trying it for the first time.  It is not a sophisticated looking meal, but if made with all the right, ingredients, it is delicious, nutritious and really simple. More

Abuelito lindo

I feel honored to have had grandparents well into my adult life, mi abuelito lived to the ripe age of 96 and his loss was both difficult and inspiring.  The gratitude for his presence in my life is one that brings me emotion on every level.  When I think of the fact that he arrived to the United States at the age of 59 in part by choice in, and in part by feeling that there was no other choice at the time.  Starting over is part of life for all of us, yes, but during that era to think of moving his family and his own roots is always amazing to me and yet it was a privilege to have this opportunity. More

Everyday New


New year of resolutions, beginnings, changes; it is all good.   I am an advocate on changing things that do not fit, do not work, are not growing, and are not compatible and so on.  A pair of jeans or shoes that you shimmy into but make you feel less than fabulous must go; the iron or toaster that that does not heat up must be recycled or replaced.  A garden filled with weeds must be tilled so that blossoms will appear.  An automobile that does not switch gears with ease may not to be worth a new clutch.  And a friend or mate that takes the life force out of you needs to be reassessed or possibly removed. Seems easy enough right? Well why does change seem to come with resistance for so many of us?

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Feeling at Home

My idea of home is a feeling for the most part. How I feel in my skin, even in the most uncomfortable situations, is what weighs in as priority in daily living.  Knowing that the reality of not having another day like the one we are living currently allows us to dream or maybe even truly appreciate the present.  Spending time with an individual that has somehow understood your essence may be the last moment of its kind and in expressing this sentiment, you remind yourself of the precious life before you.

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Forgiveness

There are so many things that happen in our lives that make us feel as though we may have been able to do them differently.  Forgiveness is among the elite in this list of areas that we might change.  At times, we are presented with a challenge that perpetuates a decision that we allow to make us feel inadequate, careless, or simply dim.

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