NOT IN THIS EXACT ORDER OF COURSE…
1*Open my own Restaurant… variety of cultural foods-specifically Hispanic and American (black and white) foods and beverages (liquor/non liquor).
2*Have my own hair and nail business
***I would LOVE to combine 1 and 2 as a whole, that would be fabulous!
4*Receive my Masters/PhD.
5*Never Stop Learning.
6*Write and illustrate my own line of books (adults and kids).
7*Ghost-write for a singer/rapper.
8*Gain on endless eternal wisdom.
9*Watch my kids grow up to be productive children of the Lord.
…..And the list goes on, as the anticipation grows I will add to each driving flow!
Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
Every home has it’s dark shadows. Secrets inside it’s four walls. Sounds of the unheard and sights of the unseen. History that only it’s foundation can reveal. Persecutions that crumble within it’s walls. History that executes.
The Ghosts inside my home are far beyond that of Casper. Haunted by fiction my soul floats in haunted mansions. Haunted by the daunting corners in which I’ve transcended through.
In this home the ghost are persistent, over-the-edge convincing, nevertheless Dead.
A picture is worth 1000 words. This safe has been through a lot. Tell its story. Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
Sitting in a lot, empty. Full of nothing but rusty thoughts. My secret treasures are no longer secrets, and my security has lost its touch.
Here I am, nestled in this lot, broken. Shattered apart. The combination of things seems hopeless. My layers were cracked, I am no longer intact. And I am no longer aware of the possessions my corners shared.
In this lot I’ve weathered it all–rain, snow, and sun. Mystical beings trying to uncover my flaws. Through the pits of numbers scrolling to make a stop.
Even though my code and lock are cold as a clock, time could not attempt to express the things I’ve seen in my heart. To leave me ultimately abandoned from treasures or things that could never be revealed or even discussed.
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail: the place, the setting, the sights, smells, and sounds.
My earliest memory consists of many memories….I can’t seem to think of one specific memory alone. I can remember smiling a lot and being happy! Feeling the warm island breeze, and smelling all the piercing tropical smells. Both of my parents caring for me with pure love for eachother. I was surrounded by both sides of my family, it was blissful the wholeness feeling as a small child. I dwelt in no worries. Every day was a grace of sunshine.
I remember once finding a litter of kittens in the garage while playing outside on what seemed like one of the hottest days I’ve ever felt. The birds were loud. The wind felt good and I wanted some Guava fruits from my grandpa’s yard. I remember crying day after day because a kitten would get ran over on the dangerous curb next to our house. Learning then that “9 lives” is worthless!
I remember riding around with my mom, her sister, and her sister’s boyfriend while they were smoking what I assume, and hope for, was weed. But now looking back it could have been dope, just the same to me at that age. After that I remember getting to someone’s house and biting my aunts boyfriend on his leg for teasing me.
I remember spending time with other friends and family at the age of 2,3, and 4. Most of the things from way back then that remain are just a blur now, tragically!!