Author: GuadyG

My name is Guadalupe Macias but you can call me Guady. I am 58 yrs fabulous and mother to a budding 29 year old actress. I am a physician with a passion for writing that was sparked when I was 9 yrs old and my 2nd grade teacher gave the assignment to write a poem. My blogs are about various topics but all connected with the thread of love. Love for the arts, self-love, love for life, love of nature, love of the flesh and love that’s goes beyond this realm. Why? Because of love.

The Battle

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Drawing credit to NymphTale

I choose to live in the light!
I choose to not always fight
I am human and I have might!
I don’t always, have to be right

Forget the shadows of who I once was!
I’m not a negative. I am a plus a plus!
The void may call me by my name
Destruction and pain do the same

Stop complaining. Stop the blaming.
You always did have the sight.
It was you that chose to not always see.
You were blinded by envy.

Where are you now? In limbo?
It was so simple but you did deny
So little by little you did die.

Now it’s time to let the negativity go!
You are a beautiful being. Don’t you know?

Times may be bad but don’t be sad.
He is always there. He really does care.

Anger and frustration keep you blind. Self-pity is not kind. You may feel crippled at your own sight but just know there is always his light.

Stand up tall and take those steps. Choose yourself! Choose your life!

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE GET CAUGHT IN THE WEB OF NEGATIVITY?
HOW DO WE BECOME SO BLIND TO HIS LOVE THAT WE WALK RIGHT INTO THE WEB?
WE WERE GIFTED WITH SIGHT YET STAY BLIND WHEN WE CAN SEE.
ISN’T IT TIME TO OPEN YOUR EYES? FEEL HIS GREAT LOVE? START YOUR GLOW?  LET YOUR NEGATIVITY GO.  FORGIVE OTHERS AND YOURSELF.  LOVE.  GROW. GLOW!!

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

That Man. That Stare

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Who is that man standing there? Why does he look at me with such a stare? I want to ask him but do I dare?
His eyes looking at me. My eyes looking at him.  I don’t know. What could it be?

Hey man standing there keep on looking cause I don’t care!

He blinks his eyes and there’s that stare.
Once again.

But where did he come from? Was it from nowhere? Somewhere? Somehow? Now? Here or there? Does it matter?

HEY man! Who are you to look at me?
Who are you to just be? Why can’t I be like thee? What do you see when you look at me?

Not much? Too much? Am I so out of touch? Is me still the old me? Tell me, tell me so I can see. I want to go! I want to know! How is it where you come from?

OH I get it! Now I see!
I CARE! From nowhere!

I see now that I have nothing to fear! You are from Now Here!

Okay man standing there. Now I know why you me stare.
Thank you Man standing there……….

FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Nowhere is actually Now Here just as impossible is I’m possible. Can you find the positive wonderful energy amongst the negatives? If we can do it with words why not do it with our daily lives? Goodness and love are everywhere if we just open our eyes and see past what we merely are looking at. We block ourselves from so much especially from our own greatness. Choose to be happy. Choose to forgive. Choose to really live. Open your third eye!

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Your Hand

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As I hold your hand in mine, I keep wondering who had their hand in yours before me. I fear for the future because my hand might not always be in yours. I then stop my mind from so much thinking. STOP!!

Why should I dwell on the past of which I was not a part of or on the future which has yet come to fruition?

I am happy for this moment RIGHT NOW! I am grateful for this moment RIGHT NOW! YOUR HAND IS IN MINE AND MY HAND IS IN YOURS! I will cultivate this union, this bond and I will treasure this ……

I shall let the past disintegrate into oblivion, those other hands won’t matter ANY MORE! I will love you until the future is no longer a threat to this moment and to this happiness–OUR HAPPINESS!

I choose TO LIVE each moment. I choose TO LOVE each and every second until I am living the future. FOR I LOVE YOU AND I WILL NOT BE AFRAID!

How may times do we let love slip away because of our fears? It seems there aren’t that many good people out there anymore. But there are because we are! Right here! Right now! Right?

Moment as defined by American Heritage Dictionary
1.Brief interval of time
2.Specific point in time
3.Particular period of importance or excellence
4.Importance

One word. Four definitions. One us. Many aspects. All important. All loving and living this moment right now!! TIME!! ENDLESS!!

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Singer

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Dear beautiful Singer

I woke up this morning thinking about you. You seem so exhausted. You are so worn out.  I know it’s because you’ve worked countless years. It finally has caught up with you.

You never stopped performing your craft. You were busy at it even throughout the weary nights. You sang with pride while others lay in slumber. You were loud and although we wanted to drown you out with pillows over our heads you kept on making your sound. You loved to sing.

You never used exhaustion as an excuse to perform your duty as a singer. So today I will pay you homage. You helped not only me but countless others.

Because of you 5 of us were able to go to catholic school. It was your nonstop dedication that provided me with my prom dress and all my semi-formal dresses in college. You clothed me. You were a relentless force for you served many purposes.

You held my food but mostly my mother’s. You let us sit on your lap so often without ever complaining. We did our homework with you and you let us use your ruler— all 36 inches of it. You never faltered.

Day in and day out you were pressed and you sang. Sometimes you sang in unison but mostly you sang alone. Your song wasn’t ever appreciated for it hurt our ears and gave us headaches. You never quit working and singing. You had a mission to provide for my family and you did it well.

My sweet singer you aren’t heard that much anymore for you are too old and too rusty. Your pedals get stuck and you are dusty. Very rarely I hear you singing but now I appreciate you. I miss your sound for it was the sound of my youth. Thank you Singer thank you.

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Shout out goes to my mother, señora Gladys, Comadre Isabel and all those that used the Singer machine to provide for their families. They never stopped working because they loved us so much. They hurt their backs and their knees so we wouldn’t when we got older. Their love for us was unwavering and The SINGER  kept singing it’s song.

Thank you Singer Model AS-4002

Signing off
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

THE CRAWL

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pexels-photo-325693.jpegJust crawl, crawl, crawl until you get stronger and can stand tall
Crawl and crawl and crawl but watch out for the wall.
Keep it moving. Keep improving but all the while keep it grooving!

Enjoy every pointed corner you must turn for they are there for you to learn.
Learn the lesson be it good or bad. But don’t let it get you too sad or mad.
Keep the love flowing and know you are growing.
Enduring, knowing and finally glowing.

DON’T DOUBT YOURSELF! KEEP ON GOING! YOU WILL STAND TALL AGAINST ANY WALL!!

Signing off,
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn