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Isabel Alvear

Where to begin? What do you do when you feel injustice happen in front of your eyes? When you see people try and manipulate your good will right in front of you, and the look on their faces reveals lack of awareness, that moment when they realize they’re trying to gaslight you? Right then and there, what do you do? Do you say, hey—stop. Do you hear yourself being manipulative, being self-serving at this very moment? Do you realize that you’re trying to gaslight me, and I’ve c

My Artist’s Prayer Practice Open-heartedness It is “The Way” When you feel stuck– Feel the Fear And do it anyway. Practice meditation Let your mind rest Bring your soul forward Breathing is best. Trust your spirit Help it grow, Help it love, Help it sing, Notice all it brings. Surround yourself with Love, Peace and Joy For Happiness is All betwixt Alpha and Omega: Love breaks down walls Heals old wounds Reveals synchronicities; Uncovers creativities. –Namaste #spirituality #c

Image taken from voiceofthepersecuted.wordpress What is the “silent treatment”? For me, it was a powerful weapon my father used on my brother, my step-mother, myself and family members. A way to control or manipulate us whenever he disapproved of something we did that went against his wishes, against his correct way of living and thinking. It was to force us to face whatever horrible affrontery to his moral standards. Often times, the “silent treatment” was doled out without

What happens when the most disappointing and controlling man in your life has been your father? When your main male role model, as in your primary study on how men should treat women, is actually not the best example? What happens when you’ve realized a life full of abandonment during times of great need, during times of non-judgement, during times of unconditional love, there appears an emotional cost, a tit-for-tat mentality, that only a narcissist love could afford? Narcis

Erick Medinilla (1976-2013) Warm, water running down my back The heat releases me, the steam forgives me I’ll never forget you I know how to find you Laughing, crying, tequila and your hats The Saloon cheers on, the boys sing along Your face begins to fade As my endless days parade Your eyes fly open to a taco next to Jack How do we stop, when da boots wanna stomp? The lips that begged for life The body succumbed to knife Loving made by you, an ease that I lack Frie

Grey eyes affixed, once haunted me A fox-in-hole, he had strayed my way. A plume of smoke, his eyes a glaze I knew what you were, I could see you. Amongst the few breaths he thought to share “My book of love you’ve seen, breathed, “But, alas, my soul, burrows aggrieved “Green leaves, only they set me free “My suffering in smoke, ash and paper “Thus distilled amongst the clouds and air.” Brown eyes transfixed, heart supine “Why is it you’ve summoned me aside? “From