Break the Silence



 I’ve forgotten how it felt like… I had frozen every emotion at work to evade it
 but here it comes knocking again...   
like a sting that sensitizes me endlessly…


It has been a month that I’ve been contemplating on my moods. 
My Irish art mentor Kevin taught me that emotions and creativity have nothing to do with each other… I could draw and paint well… make music and dance regardless of what I feel… those are talents embedded in me….

and I keep on looking back at what my friend Jim wrote on ABS… 
the more I feel like not doing something…the more I should exert effort on doing it...

How do I keep on putting my heart out there.?





Comments

  1. JIMMay 23, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    Are we talking about a single person or a higher being? There are others who will listen. Just because one river stops flowing does not mean you can never fish again. Love is out there. Just not where we think it is.

    http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2011/05/manatee-we-need-to-stop-destruction-of.html

    ReplyDelete
  2. JessicaMay 23, 2011 at 11:59 PM

    You have everything you need to find the joy amidst the sorrow of your moments. You have one of the most beautiful faiths-pure and passionate, that I've ever had the opportunity of coming across. God dwells within you as a bright burning flame, and a lot of times we choose pain or sorrow because we feel it's appopriate, and that can keep us from our talents and gifts. I think it's wise, what your mentor said, that despite your emotions you can keep on doing the things that God has blessed you with as gifts and talents. Keep on dancing, keep on painting...and before you know it, the moments of sadness will have passed, bringing you into brighter moments of joy than you have ever experienced.
    Love you sister..I am blessed to know you and walk with you on my spiritual path :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Finding One's WayMay 24, 2011 at 4:46 AM

    melissa,

    Looks like you have a story to tell.....
    I am here when ever you need to talk...
    When you put your heart out there just make sure you protect yourself...
    xoxo
    Jessica

    ReplyDelete
  4. SimranMay 24, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    Hi Dear one,
    It happens with me too..
    And the same questions arises in mind! But I think time make it all normal.You can share your emotions with me if you feel like.

    P.S.- I liked that sketch you made above!

    Take care!

    ReplyDelete
  5. fantasy in practicalityMay 24, 2011 at 2:17 PM

    i was just waiting for the post and you know why.


    “I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
    Mother Teresa

    when there is so much love to love, we must not forget to love the pain also, not limiting our understanding. HE is there to guide our painful soul towards the path of happiness, we just need to understand HIS blessings and the opportunities HE has given us more and more.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Savira GuptaMay 24, 2011 at 4:00 PM

    Melissa pain is part of us just like love, laughter etc. We cannot alienate it from us but we can learn to understand and accept it but not get pulled by it... The poem by Kahlil Gibran is thought provoking.

    ReplyDelete
  7. DebraMay 25, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    Melissa, first it sounds like you could use a hug right now. *hug* If you need a friend or a shoulder to cry on I’m right here (in spirit or phone or Facebook or email…)
    How ideal the video of Khalil Gibran’s words on pain.
    If one part suffers, every part suffers with it…. 1 Corinthians 12:26
    Love and prayers…

    ReplyDelete
  8. alejandro guzmanMay 25, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    Feeling your pain and sending the Love :)

    A

    ReplyDelete
  9. RimlyMay 26, 2011 at 12:17 PM

    I agree with Jessica. You are one with a golden heart, pure and beautiful. Sometimes pain is necessary to cleanse us so that we can celebrate our joy. But do not stop yourself from what you are gifted with. Take care my soul sister.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Soul Friends

Image
Linking into the 'Blogging and Friends' blog hop at Bongo Is Me and  Living with Food Allergies and Celiac Disease . I met with some friends this day. We've known each other since we were ten and somehow even though two of them already reside in the US, we've managed to communicate all throughout these years. Our traditional lunch at Abe (from L-R: Hazel, Ella, Me, Hazel's parents) 5 May 2012 Sto. Domingo (5 May 2012) Then I went on a date with my childhood friend. I have not visited Him for a while and I longed to see Him (He was waiting for me ). I came home and spent time with my friends online... It was while reading Bonnie's post that I became reminiscent of how my life started in the blogging world. It was January last year when my ARTner and friend for two years in Tagged asked me if I was interested to publish my ideas. I read Fher's blog but made comments on my online journal for discussion. I was a bit hesi
Read more

ţlīthā qūm

  ţlīthā qūm Mark 5, 41 NIV I wonder how He said it... Was it similar to a song?... a soft whisper...  la Sua voce serena... tranquilla... 'Nowadays, we couldn't distinguish whether one is angry or affectionate ~ the tone with which we say things are the same...' preached the priest last Sunday. ...He  saw her, he called her forward and said to her,  “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.”  Luke 13, 12 NIV There's something in This man... His look... His gaze... His eyes... mi penetra... nel profondo... fino all'anima mia... "He reached out His hand and touched the man. " Matthew 8, 3 NIV ...gently... senza timore... ------- I remember a story recounted by one Peruvian missionary nurse I worked with in North Africa. She was assigned to prepare a teenager for his first communion. He not only looked younger but he was quite smaller than his age. He was all curled up because of an unknown disease. His whole body
Read more

Of Cups and Dreams

Image
I scooped up TWO EMPTY CUPS before leaving that Sacred place... and whispered something to two Franciscan priests... I woke up and reached playfully inside my pocket to see if I brought them home with me then I wrote Lisa Marie Farfalla about this dream. Empty...cups... It was the night before the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. The next day, Corinne Rodrigues wrote  Half Empty or Half Full?  . On the 21st, Savira Gupta wrote something about emptiness:  "Emptiness or a feeling of void is a phase or a moment of pause. A time to observe, understand and digest what I have experienced. It is when I am nudged into looking or deciphering what is meaningful and what needs to be discarded. A time to ponder or be with myself....No judgments or labeling....  Making space for what is about to come" Yesterday, I came across Andy David 's  This Cup of Mine  . Symbols, colors, numbers, dreams ~ Each of us had CUP in mind...  A CUP always represents t
Read more