If you follow me on Facebook you had already seen my heart, I was trying to enjoy colouring and blending with Staedler pencils form a se I bought for my daughter who is turning 10 next Wednesday.
She was 5 when we came to Canada, life goes by, in a flash.
That is exactly why I am writing here today, to thank the readers who now and again still stop by even though I haven´t been so present anymore.
Anyway, for what it is worth tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I care about you a lot, this drawing might not the best ever but yet, here it goes, as life is perfect in its imperfections and surprising everyday:
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
Love and let yourself be loved.! 🙂
Hope you come back,
P.S.: I liked Staedler but can’t help but looove Prismacolor and Polychromos.
Is this thing we call love…The other day my daughter asked me how she would know, or better yet how I knew when “he” -her daddy- was the one, and how would she know? She was genuinely puzzled, despite the fact she is only turning 9 next week, (though I’ve heard some stories that a few kids have boyfriends at the age of 5 (!?!) I ‘calmly’ popped the question “Do you have a boyfriend sweety?”-please say No, I thought to myself.
“No Mom it is just that I see you guys and I want to be prepared.” In that I believe, she is the most concerned kid I’ve ever seen, always telling her friends not to jump there, not to run over there, “I don’t think it is a good idea” she says.
“So what did you say”, my co-worker asked me when I mentioned it later on once at work. “Well it is hard to say” I for once did kiss a lot of frogs, though I know some of them were the princes at the wrong time in my life, what made me the “frog” for them per say, I knew that was not the most appropriate answer to have given her.
“Well darling you talk a lot and see you have a lot in common, then you start going on a few dates with the him, dinner, dancing, movies, a game, and you like to hang out, you will see.
But most of all you have to feel good when you are with him, and not down, or angry, or mad, or fighting all the time. And when you are without him, you should be fine too, not super scared about what he is doing, this is not love. That is passion and you are going to live through that too, we all do, I wish I had a magical power so you my little one would not, but it is part of life. And we will be there to see you through. And you will find another person. And try again. That is how you find out, but you have so much yet to come before that lots of playdates, sleepovers all those other fun things.”- she was pretty satisfied with that.
You know how mothers are, I could be wrong as well. She might find it another way. I hope I can be there for her, like my Mom was for me, many times, sometimes not even saying a word, just touching my forehead, or cheeks, or calling the guy on the phone to know what happened. Yeah, I’ve been through it all.
Because I am a true believer I went down the deepest side of my own, some therapies, some lots of crystal work and meditation, lots of dancing with friends to wash away the grief or only to flirt and have some fun. This is how I finally found out that love should bring you peace at heart and push us to be the best we can possibly be, then I married the man who made me feel this way, and I try to make him feel the same in return. I found what I was looking for in this terms.
I am fully aware that everyone has their own journey to find what they yearn for and should give it a try. It honestly pays off. All the tears, anxiety excruciating pain they all pay off, when you let the guards down when you are willing to compromise and learn from your mistakes.
Funny little thing. Such a small word in most languages I guess, and the biggest, most daring hunt of every single one of us. Dearest than the most exquisite gem, is the heart in love, accomplished and fulfilled.
It is not rare to me to find the need to talk about LOVE, to its largest extent. Say I love Love.
Love does hurt sometimes, though we usually find out later that was not love but Passion. And yet passion is a practice to love.
Unconditional love is almost impossible, for if my beloved husband has an affair this to me will not be acceptable.
Eternal love is desirable, though as the years fly by people change, so if you do not find the reason why you too are hung together, there might be a chance that the person you became, or the other party, will tear up what once was the reason for being together.
We change. The Universe changes. So bearing this and so many other topics relate to this in -my- mind I would like to invite you to follow my new page that has nothing to do with pure material crafts, but a lot to do with the Art of Love, please don’t read a Kama Sutra kind of love for I never learned much about it.
Mentioning the books I read and base my ideas upon: by Leo Buscaglia Love, Living Loving Learning, Loving each other,Bus 9 to Paradise and Born to love; Louise Hay Heal your body, You can heal your life, Heart thoughts, Love your body; Are you the one for me by Barbara D’ Angelis, Men are from Mars women are from Venus by John Gray, and many others I can’t remember as of now.
So let’s embark this journey I hope to be fun.
I let’s talk about what moves us, our feeling, fears and thoughts. Hoping it to be a pretty interactive page: Pelase visit and bookmark: Love and Soul.
Life has moved forward, so many things have happened since I last wrote here! I’d better just mention them as follows
– my daughter `graduated`-kindergarten, that was Big, she is now going to REAL school!
-we moved into another townhouse where there are more kids for her to play with-and fight with too- she is much happier this way, and the TV is seldom on.
-I quit that job, kept a few friends in there, still visit them, but I quit.
-we have been to Vancouver, through the Rocky Mountains, now that was big for me, I’ve always wanted to see them!- promise future pictures on them.
-We are going to stay here longer than we had originally planned, now we’ll stay until June 2013, my dear husband was granted another post-doctoral in Education now, we are both thrilled! I wish we could skip the 2014 World Cup -which will take place in my city too, and it will be so much more complicated to be living in.
-My dear soccer team won yesterday the most important championships in Latin America Copa Libertadores title without losing any match! Congratulations my dear CORINTHIANS. – soccer in Brazil is still taken seriously, out of 4 greater teams competing in Sao Paulo mine was the only one which had never won that title before, that caused the biggest soccer moking jokes in Brazilian history! We are even now, I feel glad and relieved.
On with the recipe:
500 ml tomato sauce
500 ml white sauce
250 grs ground beef
500 grs pasta -(the small type just like those used for macaroni cheese
200 grs Parmesan grated cheese
50 grs Parmesan grated cheese
1 small thinly sliced onion
2 cloves of garlic chopped into
4 spoons of olive oil
celery salt, and black pepper to your taste
1 bay leaf
chives and parsley and basil.
1. Boil the pasta with a little salt and 1 spoon of the olive oil,
2. While your pasta is boiling, stir fry the onion in the olive oil use medium heat, as the onion gets transparent toss the garlic stir and add the ground beef, in case you are using bay leave add it now, together with salt and pepper.
3. Add the tomato sauce stir, turn off the heat, let it rest.
4. Meanwhile watch your pasta it must be `al dente` -not too soft, resistant to your touch. Drain it and reserve.
5. In a bowl mix the 200 grs Parmesan cheese to the white sauce, Slowly pour thebolognese sauce -you just made it tomato+ground beef, take the bay leaf off, add the rest of the optional seasonings.
6. Mix it really well, take your drained pasta and lay it in a baking pan, I like the glass ones just for the visual effect.
7. Cover with the 50 grs Parmesan cheese . Oven pre-heated at 180 C or 350 F. For 20 minutes or until the top is brownish.
My husband had to go on a conference 4 days preceding the mother’s day, leaving me and my daughter behind. So as I had to work and was feeling a bit weary, we simply enjoyed it here and about, as it was a delightful sunny Sunday.
One of the things she did for me was actually the best mother’s gift ever! I pictured it and for sure you will like too!
He arrived later on that day and we enjoyed as a family, it was great, but this one was the best!
She planted the flowers at school.
Later on that same day -Friday- we bought some street chalks for fun at the backyard…
How about that?
Hope you’ve had a lovely one too!
As the Brazilian saying goes: “If the lemon fruit is impossible to eat…make yourself a refreshment!”
My experiences at the till will and must remain really important ones in my life. I have been there for mere 2 months -today, in fact- and it has already changed so much the way I see things now.
We know is so hard for many people, though now, everyday, every hour I meet at least one true hero. At my workplace people come from the most absolutely different backgrounds and they react in so many different ways to my simplest question the usual: How are you doing today? Today for example a “clearlyoutstanding” business woman almost had a fit screaming at me she was in a hurry thus had no time for “How are yous”…
I am not better or worse than any one, it is just not the kind of work I never even for once contemplated or figured myself doing, I am not even that good at dealing with the bills in my hands. You know what I mean? There are people who possess either practice or a kind of unborn intimacy and just take the bills and coins as if they would belong and obey their command. That is not me definitely. Which does not stop my usual early costumers from coming and remaining at my register just for the sake of -as they often say to me- seeing a “good morning smile”. -some of them say it changes their days!- for the better I reply.
This job came to me as a part of a training to unable me to do something else, and somehow it became my one alternative there. It is really weary, tiresome and people are not the ones to take the blame.
Teaching is weary and tiring too, but I realized how much I love it! After 23 years of course I know that, well nevertheless it is always good to refresh. I love to see how much people grow and evolve from certain stages to other ones. As a teacher you get to see certain results out of your effort and planning. At the till all you have is that moment, you may cheer some up, hear a sad or intricate story here and there and that is it. As I said some of them are unkind, most of them are not. I myself would never be gentle or rude to a cashier, as most of the times I hardly realized s/he was there, I know I am being mean now, that is true though. In a powerful position you have respect, at a till you have kindness and a bit of compassion, and I figure it must be tough on the ones that had only this opportunities in life. I feel awkward because we should be the same, treat one another the same, we do no treat people the same, be able to give -pose- the same generous smile. It just simply not happens…
I learned so much. It really enriched my life.
I just to share it with you. Next time I will show you my latest projects. Promise!