Rain, A Poem by Melissa Reyes

Posted on January 8th, 2012 by & filed under Everything Miz Meliz, Poems

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Tonight I did my very first public poetry reading.  It was at the Unurban Cafe in Santa Monica.  There is a Velvet Guerilla Cabaret there on Wednesday nights with an open mic.  It was a terrific experience.  After a good night’s sleep, I will write more about it.  Here is the poem I read. . .

What is that sound I hear?

Softly tapping,

lightly rap-a-tap-rapping?

Pop

pop

pip,

mildly crackling.

Drip

drop

drip,

clapping and smacking.

It’s raining outside.

I can hear it rain outside.

The rain sounds so sexy.

It’s getting more intense.

Coming down harder and faster.

Everything is getting wetter.

Very wet.

The air is thick

and I can feel

the dark

heavy

rain cloud

over me.

It’s moist and dense,

and very intense.

I take a breath.

A very slow

deep

breath.

I can barely breathe.

It takes my breath away.

The rain is coming down very hard now.

Slip

slop

slip,

swishy,

swashy and splashy,

very fast.

I hear very big waves of water

in the distance

as they

wash in

and out.

The cloud is moving.

It is moving inside me.

The cloud is moving the rain away.

The sound of rain begins to mellow.

Slower

slower

slower, still.

Motion,

yet not as loud.

Falling

falling

from the cloud.

Quietly falling

like a shroud

over me.

Lighter now

softly now

pitter

patter

splatter.

Misty rain

lightly falling,

whispering my name.

Soft kisses

caresses

lightly touching

fingers through my hair.

Breath on my skin,

breathing it all in.

Tickling

ticking

pip

pop

smattering

dropping and dripping

drip

drop

draping over me

like soft, wet lips

kissing,

caressing my eyelashes.

The air is cold and moist.

I am warm.

Everything is quiet now.

No sound

at all.

My thoughts are filled

with the words

I want to hear.

Say you love me. . .

Say that you love me.

Say to me the words I long for.

The rain is gone

but I am here.

Soft mist

lips kissing

fingertips caressing

silent glances

romances

and I hear it!

What is that I hear?

Soft whisper in my ear.

“I love you.”

He loves me!

Hearts beating

rap-a-tap rapping

like rain,

sexy

steamy

loving

dreamy

rain.

by Melissa Reyes

2-5-09

Saint Theresa’s Prayer

Posted on January 7th, 2012 by & filed under Be Inspired, Prayers

May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received,

and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be confident knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones,

and allow your soul the freedom

to sing,

to dance,

to praise

and to love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

My Heart Song

Posted on January 7th, 2012 by & filed under Be Inspired, Quotes & Notes

“. . . I am like a brook that makes no effort to overcome obstacles on its way.

All the obstacles can do is hold me up for a while, as a brook is held up;

but during that time it grows broader and deeper

and after awhile it overflows the obstruction and flows along again.

That is how I am going to work.”

-Fr. William Joseph Chaminade

A river runs through it, near Camp Nelson


Favorites

Posted on January 7th, 2012 by & filed under Be Inspired, Quotes & Notes

Success means doing the best we can with what we have.
Success is the doing,
not the getting – –
the trying,
not the triumph.
Success is a personal standard – –
reaching for the highest that is in us – –
becoming all that we can be.
If we do our best,
we are a success.
Success is the maximum utilization of the ability that you have.
      – Zig Ziglar

We are all winners!

Be who you are
and say what you feel
because those who mind
don’t matter
and those that matter
don’t mind.
    – Dr. Seuss

Me

May you run and not be weary.

May your heart be filled with song.

And may the love of God continue

to give you hope and keep you strong.

 May you run and not be weary.

May your life be filled with joy!

And may the road you travel always lead you home.

 – Murakami

The Road Home

A STRONG PERSON

A strong person knows how to keep their life in order.

Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say “I’m ok” with a smile.

God is good.

Change is coming.

God saw your sadness and said hard times are over.

After my sister's funeral, with tears still burning in my eyes.

 

 “Let us rise up and be thankful,

for if we didn’t learn a lot today,

at least we learned a little,

and if we didn’t learn a little,

at least we didn’t get sick,

and if we got sick,

at least we didn’t die;

so, let us all be thankful.”

 ~Buddha

Um, whatchya talkin' about Willis?"

There are only two ways to live your life.

One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle.

-Albert Einstein

“I Wish For You…”

Comfort on difficult days,

Smiles when sadness intrudes,

Rainbows to follow the clouds,

Laughter to kiss your lips,

Sunsets to warm your heart,

Gentle hugs when spirits sag,

Friendships to brighten your being,

Beauty for your eyes to see,

Confidence for when you doubt,

Faith so that you can believe,

Courage to know yourself,

Patience to accept the truth,

And love to complete your life.

Photography by Colin Reyes

Transformation

Posted on January 6th, 2012 by & filed under A Year With Myself, Everything Miz Meliz

I was looking through my journals because I am so excited that I have started writing again, that I wanted to take pen to paper.  (Remember paper?)  I flipped through some of the poetry that I wrote and I can’t believe it’s been ten years since I wrote regularly.  Ten years! So much has happened since then.  I have been inspired lately by some of my friends who blog, and the challenges and prompts are all about finding oneself and improving.  I am more about embracing, exploring and experiencing right now.  I realize that I have been through quite a transformation in my life in the past decade.  In 2002 I was struggling.  Writing helped.  Reading over what I wrote helps a lot.  One of the journals that I wrote back then I called “I Love My Life.”  I was just learning about acceptance and loving the moment.

If I imagine myself on a threshold of new possibilities, I consider that there is much more to learn and so much more to experience. I read Patti Digh’s article on Liminal Spaces and began to think of how I really enjoy the space that I am in at the moment.  A liminial space is that space in-between, “not the here or the there, but the not here and not there.” Digh calls this the transition zone.  It’s the moment of release before a trapeze artist would catch the new bar.  Like swinging on monkey bars, you must let go and swing to the next one.  It is the exhilarating moment that you are in the air.  And I feel as though I am weightless, flying through life right now.

Digh describes this space as the moment that there is nothing to hold on to.  It is the moment when we are flying that the real changes occur.  It is when we are “the most present, most alive, most vulnerable, most human.”  She suggests that we “cross the threshold, enjoy the space between and fly.”

I am ready for this!  After I turned forty and both my parents and, more recently, my sister passed away, I felt like I was at a point that I could express my thoughts and feelings openly.  I was not as concerned with what others thought of me anymore.  I was less likely to seek approval.  I am the mom now.  I developed into a person that I liked.  When some of my friends were going through divorce or major career and life changes, I was at a strong point in my marriage and in my life.  Healthy and active, financially stable (for the most part) and generally happy and satisfied.  I am grateful for this.  I am especially grateful after reading through my journals because it reminded me that it did not come easily.

The monkey bar that was so difficult to let go of was the feeling that I needed to make something of myself.  I wanted so desperately to be something. I felt as though I should have a degree, or advance in my career, or make a difference in some way.  I thought that I needed to honor my parents’ hopes and dreams for me and please them by becoming a successful professional of some type.  My family situation was somewhat unique in that my siblings were teenagers when I was born, so pleasing my brother and sister was also a goal I had.  My sister was (I can admit this now) like a mother to me.  She and my brother led the way for me, inspired me and watched over me like parents.  I only realized how much my parents loved me unconditionally when I had my own children.  I know the love that my brother and sister felt for me because I feel it towards my nieces and nephews. Once they started to grow up I began to exert expectations on them – out of love.  Putting expectations on myself was, as Digh puts it, “the illusion we put up to avoid where the real change occurs.”

This explains why I am so much happier now.  I am free.  I am flying!  I have released that bar and I am stretching forward to the next one.  I know in my heart that my parents are proud of me for the person I have become.  More importantly, I am proud of myself!

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To laugh often and love much;

to win respect of intelligent persons

and the affection of children,

to learn the appreciation of honest critics;

To appreciate beauty;

to give of oneself,

to leave the world a bit better,

whether by a healthy child,

a garden patch

or a redeemed social condition;

To have played and laughed

with enthusiasm

and sung with exultation;

To know even one life has breathed easier

because you have lived –

That is to have succeeded.

 

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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