A little wisdom gained...

I can be a fairly harsh critic at times. I acknowledge my brashness, and tendency to lean towards brutal honesty. But one thing I am careful in handling, are the gifts that I recognize in others. My personal experience over the past months since my arrival home from Italy, besides adjustment, has been anguish over discovering (NOT deciding) what my inborn gifts are. Gifts normally arise when passions are aroused. I always had a knack for recognizing not talent in others but their giftedness. A young girl who attends my mother's daycare center was one of those, who's gift in art was immediately recognizable to me. Her creativity is something that will be known around the world someday. Her soul and mind continuously spill out ideas which she pours into the world through bleeding markers onto blank sheets of printer paper that are precious on a budget like ours. I noticed how quickly she went through the loose sheets of paper I let her have, and that she had limited art supplies. I was led later that week to purchase her a new hardcover sketchbook, markers, crayons, and coloring pencils.
I'm writing this not to emphasize how great of a person I am for buying these things, but to focus on my lesson in giving, encouraging, and investing in others. I wrote her a letter that I put in the front of her sketchbook, saying why I decided to gift her. This wasn't indicative of her being my pick, but to give her an outlet, and encouragement to continue following her dreams in a world that would sooner see them die than thrive. Dear reader I hope that if given the opportunity, you would do the same for someone else. I especially stress this to 20 somethings from minority backgrounds that work, or live in urban settings where children learn to curb their dreams at an early age; recognizing the obstacles in their social settings, schools, and home lives. You never know how far a small blessing can take them, or you for your giving. Invest in something positive for our youth. Encourage giftedness when you see it.

It's time...

I know I'm BEYOND massively late coming with these posts, but trust me I've been busy lol. I'M IN ITALY!!!! Man, there were some times last month where I thought it'd never happen, but I'm here nonetheless. Although I've seen numerous paintings, beautiful churches, and developed a taste for wine, my first post won't be about any of those things. It's about silence...yes, SILENCE. Silence provides moments to reflect on everything going on. Silence provides a cushion for weariness. Silence provides food for thought. Silence leaves room for silent tears and screams. Silence leaves room for secret smiles and memories. It's in silence that everything is brought to a head; where you are to yourself and the universe, and all you can do...is think. This trip hasn't provided very many of these moments, I've had to wrestle and run away for them. I know at times, I can seem very distant to my fellow travelers, but I need that time to get my head straight. To remind myself that little annoyances I may notice, or that I may be the source of, don't outweigh the gratefulness I have of just...BEING.

Right now we're staying at Hotel Firenze, and there is a terrace on the roof. Saturday, a few hours before dinner, I ran away there to wrestle with my thoughts. I grabbed one of the leaning chairs at a table and just sat. Suddenly there was a beautiful operatic soprano coming from a home not far away from my hotel. While listening, I began to silently re-center myself. Bells began ringing, noting that it was 1:30, and I sent up a prayer. A prayer of covering that stretched over everything my mind could think of. A prayer to silence not only my voice, but lingering expectations for this trip. I asked God to drop the illusions that I had of a perfect trip, and what I could get out of it. The reply to me was simple..."Breathe, and absorb." So I did. Today was similar to that one, but as I type this, I am given a silent reminder..."Breathe and absorb." No matter where we are, and no matter if we are abroad or at home, this is a daily utterance that nature sings to us. Never forget it. It keeps your feet rooted to earth, allows your spirit to soar past heaven grazing God; it lets water of gratefulness freely flow from within, and fire for living to warm and heal your soul when the world chills you. Silence is a gift..and Venice a reminder of what's been given.

Sol n' Soul

I'm sitting on my balcony staring off into the distance lost in the beautiful view of the mountains while my minds eye wanders; roaming and pondering and turning over my choice of title for this blog. I've always had the tendency to over think things. I believe that everything has meaning of some sort; from the wind blowing through the trees, to my choice of underwear. There is nothing untouched in my mind by the creator. So my obsession has extended to the title of my blog. Sol in Spanish means sun. My nickname is Sunshine, my star sign is the Sun. The sun has always been a piece of my life and personality from days after my birth when my parents discovered they hated the sound of what they had named me :-). I love the sound of sol, the feel of sol, the heat of sol, the love of sol. Sol for me is a place from where I draw energy. It also happens to sound the same as one of my favorite words in the English language, Soul. Soul for me doesn't simply have religious and spiritual connotations. Soul is a way of living. Everything that a soulful person touches is given a new burst of life, feeling and emotion. Soul is embedded in the way you speak, how you walk, in how you listen, and what you choose to learn. It's who you are. Soul is so essential to all of our lives that we often forget that it isn't simply a genre of music, or something that a religion can save. For this blog, I hope that Sol will be a light for you, and will give you a spark of anything to make you feel; and I pray that a little of my Soul makes you fall in love with living all over again.

Peace and Light

The truth of the matter...

The truth of the matter is I want to say something so profound that people remember my words for generations to come. The truth of the matter is that I have tried and failed to do so in a blog once before. The truth of the matter is that I'm going to try again. The truth of the matter is most days I don't think that my words carry much weight. The truth of the matter is that most days I allow my ego to do the heavy lifting. The truth of the matter is I want to create something pure and relevant. The truth of the matter is that this blog is not planned and will be based on trial and error. The truth of the matter is that I suck at grammar. The truth of the matter is I'm trying to get better. The truth of the matter is that even though I may want these words to stick and to shift the atmosphere I have no idea whose eyes and ears they will fall on. The truth of the matter is that even though I've started this blog with good intentions some days I will forget what they are. The truth of the matter is that I am human, I am learning, and I am trying. Andrew Keen writes in his book The Cult of the Amateur "Today, on a Web where everyone has an equal voice, the words of the wise man count for no more than the mutterings of a fool" (Keen 30). The truth of the matter is I hope that I don't fall into the category of the fool...
Peace and Light

Source:
Keen, Andrew. The Cult of the Amateur. New York: Doubleday, 2007. 30. Print.