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Sometimes with the hysteria of life we find ourselves programmed to just get things done. Lately, I’ve been programed to mad cow delirious. Get,a chingas, to work, finish work, get those problems solved, feed the chickens and the burro, take a shower, do this, do that, jump through hoops, do a pirouette…a maroma …. Dispite being tired, I agreed to watch mis amores because I missed them. The boys were peacefully minding their own business outside, my dad was working on his truck, and I found a chair to plop myself on. ” Aye Diosito mio”, is what I said when my pompas met that beautifully rusted chair.  As I sat outside watching mis papasitos chulos, a gust of cool fresh air blew into my face. I asked myself tiredly, “Que chingados Lili,” because, being the loca that I am, I often scold myself in third person. LOL. I KNOW someone out there does the same!  I’m confident I’m not the only kooky out there.  So anyways, I realized that because I was so busy being zombiefied I was missing out on all the beautiful things going on around me. So, I got up. I sat next to my cutie while he serviced my car. He ran to my dad’s tool box and gathered some tools. He said he would fix Tia’s tires and put gas like his papi does. After that he saw his brother was playing with the mangera… he ran, stripped down to his calzoncillos and began playing in the muddy water. Just like 10597314_257812371079268_375757296_nthat, without giving it a second thought. I would do anything to be free like that again. I laughed, took my shoes off, and joined the fun. Underneath all the chaos of 3 boys laughing, fighting, and splashing I heard my dad singing to a old-school bolero on the staticy AM La Rancherita del Aire. I stopped what I was doing, listened, smiled, and took the time to thank Diosito for moments like this that allow me to feel unconditional, unrestricted happiness. It brought tears to my eyes.

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Nothing heals the soul like the sand between your toes,

the sounds of the sea mixed with music playing from a speaker,

and leaving all that which hurts us behind.

This is where we begin to rebuild.

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Someone I love told me to do what makes me happy.

Letting my creativity flow like a river’s rushing waters….

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My abuelita a get well card.

When she saw it she said it reminded her of the crafts she use to decorate her home with when she was young.

I have my abuelita’s essence.

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My wella is out for a catscan.

Im alone.

Just the beeps coming from the machines….

 a sad sigh from a passing nurse….

and the painful sobs from a woman in the other room crying for her ama.

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If you give a Lili a cherry limeade shes going to ask for mozzarella sticks.

When you give her mozzarella sticks, she’ll probably ask you for a foot long chili cheese coney….

*If you give a mouse a cookie was one of my favorite books growing up.