New Hobby: Knitting

      Long distance relationships are not easy, especially when communication is extremely limited. So the advice that I got was “STAY BUSY”. Stay busy? I felt like I was pretty busy as it was but then I realized I wasn’t as busy as I needed to be. So a few days ago I decided to start a new hobby, knitting.

A few years back my sister-in-law somewhat showed me about knitting. Because I was much younger at the time she never took me seriously and I don’t blame her because I didn’t even take it that seriously either. Long story short I forgot the few things I learned and I had bought the materials thinking “Well, now I have no excuse not to learn.” So off I went to Youtube to look for some lessons.

What was to unfold I never expected, I can’t stop knitting. Its so much fun! I’m currently working on a scarf for my mom, and I haven’t stopped since day one. I love it! I have so many ideas of projects planned. My favorite is a blanket for my sweetheart and I to use when we watch movies. Scarfs, scarfs, and more scarfs. I love scarfs and I can think of a variety of colors to use! Can you tell I’m excited? I have several plans for this new hobby that I hope to accomplish in the near future.

Anyone else like knitting? If you are and like to help causes you might looking into knitting charities. Its a great way to help out, plus you get to have fun. For more information Google: knitting charities. If anyone out there has tried this and recommends any charities don’t hesitate to leave a comment of send me an E-mail my way!

Smile, you know you want to start knitting too!

The Change of Life

  Sometimes I go outside while the sun begins to set. Its one of my favorite times of the day. Its almost as if nature takes on the role of the Impressionist artists and begins to use the land and sky as a canvass.

I stand there looking at the mountain range, a spectacular view of colors. The perfect blending and lighting in all its glory. That red orange color blending in with the blues in the sky, the in between purples and yellows so carefully in balance. The mountains looking like sleeping giants in the horizon, grandiose in all their enormous existence. Oh how beautiful they look with all their wrinkled and folded bodies, exerting their dominance over the valley.

The sun slowly going down to the West, the colors changing, blending, producing a picturesque show of color and lighting. The rays of the sun softly bouncing off the giants, and colors turning into deeper shades. Slowly the reds, the oranges and the yellows begin to fade away. A slow yet beautiful change, the change of life. The light begins to dim with every passing minute as the Sun hides under the sea. Darkness begins to prevail, the eyes of the night slowly appear in the dark fabric above our heads. They await for the Sun to submerge itself completely before blinking wildly down on us.

What a beautiful change, the change of life. Yet how I long to be a witness of that change not by myself but with someone else. To share those moments when the Earth rotates, just the two of us while the rest of the world concentrates in motion we can pretend to be motionless as we watch the world pass by. So please hurry home my love, because there’s just so much I want to share and witness with you.

Smile, pretend to be motionless.

Writing: The Chicken Soup to the Soul

  I took a class in college to help me with my stress management skills. Honestly, it was nothing what I expected. I expected more meditation, yoga like environment to learn the skills I needed to learn to relax. Instead I got to learn more the biochemical side of it, and how to mentally process and control myself from external sources of stress. I still remember the first day of class when the professor announced that we had to write journals, I figured how bad can it be? Well it wasn’t bad at all but the writing was extensive, and deep in thought. There were certain topics that just got to me, like those times when the light bulb in your head lights up. On some of those I would write and write, spilling my thoughts out into words. When I would go back to read what I wrote I learned a lot about myself. I learned that there were certain things that were bothering me that I hadn’t really paid attention to. I learned the that some things stem from my childhood are still very much alive in the back of my head.

I learned how much writing helps the soul. Might sound cliche, but it’s true. Sometimes we cant seem to find someone to talk to about our whole life story, because lets be honest no one really wants to listen to a lot of whining stories of you victimizing yourself for some sympathy. But when you write, you write out your thoughts, and slowly your most inner and concealed thoughts come out. Then the feeling of relief comes down on you, you feel like you’ve let it out. You can rant for hours if you please, you don’t have to write to anyone, but writing sure is like the chicken soup to the soul.

Looking back on my assignment for class, I ended up with more than 60 pages on just my thoughts on various ideas and concepts. Those were my thoughts for a whole ten weeks. Looking at my blog I see a similar effect, I see how I have grown, how I have changed in a longer period of time. Incredible I think. Its like recording your thoughts, and they become a part of your own history. Its a beautiful thing to look back on. I’ll leave you with this, write when you feel like you have no one to listen to you. Write when you feel like the world is upside down, or even when its at is best, because one day in the future you’ll look back and you’ll see how much you’ve learned, how much you’ve changed, how much you remember and you’ll smile. You’ll smile because things are different and others are the same, but most of all you’ll smile because you’ll feel good that you got through it all.

Smile, write and write some more.

I Look At You – I Smile [Poem #4]

    It’s never happened to me before.

Not like this anyway.

I look at you and I smile.                      

I smile because I know,

Deep down I know I want to grow old with you.

Its an ineffable feeling

Its sweet, incandescent

Its a mixture of all things

True and beautiful.

Its that feeling you get

Not when you fall in love,

But when you know you can’t love another.

Its that bond,

That look in your brown eyes,

That thoughtful look you get when you lay down

When you look at the ceiling

I get that warm feeling

And I know, its you

The one I want to see when I wake up in the morning

When I look at you,

I just know, and I smile

Not because I want you,

But because I need you,

And I love you.