First, Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there and to the mothers that made this day. I truly believe that we mothers make it happen. There is a simple reason; Mother's Day is more popular than Father's Day. There is no doubt about our mother's love no matter if we have issues with them. We put our differences on the side to remember our mother on her day; sometimes this is not true for fathers. Men at times have a more difficult time expressing their feelings to their children; so many children feel that their fathers do not love them. This is not true, as fathers love their children dearly. They often work long hours so they can provide for the needs of their family, and are not available to spend as much time with their children. Indeed we mothers know when Father's Day is coming we are the motivators to bring this day ahead. We put our differences or issues on the side so they can have their day too. Our reward is when we see our children happy and smiling because they get to spend a special day with their dads too.
Sharing the wealth of love brings more light to our family.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
To my Dad

If I could write a story, I would write about my Dad. It would be the greatest story ever, but a bit boring because every page I would write it say, "I love you dad, you are the best Dad ever."
He was kind and loving Dad, who had a giving heart, always helping anyone who was in need, he was always there for me; he was my inspiration. One of the things that I always remembe about him was he was a great storyteller; all my neighborhood friends would come and listen to him. We sat down on the floor and listen very quietly. I do not know if he created the story as he was telling them but the magical stories stirred my imagination. I was very sad when life separated us I miss him every day. Now that many years have gone by, I cannot remember any of his stories but I can still feel that magical feeling...I know his spirit is still with me. Happy Fathers Day Dad I love you and you were the best ever.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Here's big brother Myles!
Big Sis Chloe
That's my Taryn
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Challenge for Today

Having a routine can sometimes keep me stuck. I feel a bit like riding an escalator that is going backwards. What good does that do me, and how do I break the cycle to move forward?
Today, I shall try to be persistent and pull the escalator forward.
In order to grow and transform spiritually we have to be constantly willing to change.
Sunday, June 14, 2009

These delightful cherry tomatoe are the first picked from my garden. I actually picked them green and place them on the top of my kitchen window so I could see their progress while turning red. They have an elaborate flavor and grow abundance of luscious gems in my garden. Perfect for salads and snacking. Cherry tomatoes are one of my favorites....hmmmm yummy yummy!
I also planted some seeds for Mirabell cherry tomatoes, but only one plant made it, the others were eaten by bugs when they were wee little sprouts. They were generous to leave us one to enjoy and it is doing beautifully. Lots of blooms, but no tomatoes yet. The color is gorgeous (red to orange), meaty, has a sweet, rich flavor and very healthy too. My personal favorite-not to missed; give them a place in your garden.
Challenge for Today
When practicing transformation, it's a bit afraid of failing. I believe we reveal more light for ourselves and for the world when we fall and then get up again. If we never fall...or fail we stay the same, and as time moves us forward physically, spiritually we never grow. Therefore, failing may hurt our self-esteem, triggering depression or anxieties, which are natural reactions to a difficult situation. Nevertheless, respond by being kind to yourself.
So today, don't beat yourself up. In fact, celebrate moments of falling. Every "no" brings you closer to a "yes."
So today, don't beat yourself up. In fact, celebrate moments of falling. Every "no" brings you closer to a "yes."
My daughter Claudia
When she was so small, she cried when I braided her hair, weaving it with colorful ribbons. So innocence until she grew into a teen. Be yourself I said and let her do her hair. She tore the ribbons from her hair and removed the braids. Constantly kept combing it, tossing it around in the air; as if without a care! Her most valuable possession was her comb slipped on her rear pocket of her jeans. She is a teen I said, let her grow, as I tried to let go. So years when by and now, I smile it all paid off at the end.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
In my garden
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