What would you do???

What would you do if you were not afraid? 

Will the absence of fear in your life:

Free you?

Complete you?

Make you happy?

Make you courageous? 

Where would a life without fear take you? What would it show you? What would it mean to have no fear in such a scary world, being suffocated by such scary words? To be witness to such scary scorn and yet wondering where did so much hate come from? 

To wonder if the fear will ever go? The fear to be you! The fear to be happy! The fear to love & laugh without stopping….. 

What Would You do if You were Not Afraid? 

I wish I knew….. 

Live! Love! Laugh!



What happened to Love? 

What happened to romance? What happened to sappy longhand written love letters? What happened to wooing and courting? What happened to butterflies in your stomach, immediate smiles just listening to that person’s voice? What happened to nervous ramblings and blushing upon seeing that person’s face? What happened to daydreaming and anxiously biting your lip in anticipation of a chance encounter with that person who takes your breath away?….whose face plays like a broken record in your mind over and over again? What happened when the idea of kissing the lips of that person seemed like the most rewarding and utterly unattainable dream to have? What happened when imagining holding hands and looking at the starry vast sky was the most you inspired to do together? When a twirl, a shy smile, whispering “You are so beautiful” and looking longingly into the eyes of that person gave you the most amazing rush? What happened to happily ever after? Reading poems in the park … On a blanket on a warm sunny day? To holding hands and walking in the rain? Walking on the beach and feeling the sand burning your feet; fully clothed and then sitting in the sand watching a sunset while you hold hands & your feet buried in the sand? What happened to sappy love songs? What happened to compliments and to kisses on the forehead? What happened to Kissing the hand and just looking deeply into each other’s eyes while your heart seemed to want to leap out of your chest? What happened to looking at the same moon while in separate places and mentally exchanging love messages? What happened to LOVE without lust? What happened to sacrifice over selflessness? What happened to listening and knowing what that person loved & liked? And What would make that person smile instantly and clearly be able to see the untold dreams of that persons heart written all over the face just by glimpsing a picture, a book, or just listening to a song? What happened to sending flowers and books? What happened to the only substance you needed to intoxicate/inebriate yourself was the scent of that persons hair as it blew in the wind? What happened to thinking of a face instead of just the body? …. When did LOVE & romance became just a cautionary tale of things never to happen to us? What happened to sharing dreams & hopes; to being friends and have fun? That the most beautiful and sexy thing you saw was the smile or raucous laughter out of the lips of that person?  What ever happened to LOVE??? I know the ideal of Love – True Love has been lost in the never ending selfish pool of commercialism & entitlement of this practical & unfeeling generation. But as antiquated & hopeless; as naive & Romantic dreamer as that makes Me, I wholeheartedly and utterly believe in love! I am unabashedly a romantic at heart. I believe in soulmates and True Love, love letters and romance. I believe in the electricity and sparks when your hands touch, when you hear, see or catch that person looking at you. The feeling of only the two of you even when you are in a room full of people; surrounded by noise and distractions but you only have eyes & ears for each other! I believe in that & I wish more people did too!!!! 

✨Sending Love wishes to you all ✨


Serenity….Dreams with scents of mental lavender 

“Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real when you woke up you didn’t know what to believe? What would you do if what you thought was true wasn’t and what you thought wasn’t true was? Would you retreat into your dreams with the hope of finding a more perfect reality? Sometimes life is stranger than a dream, and the only way to wake up is to face what lies are hidden in your soul. And you can only hope that in those moments of dark reflection, that you are not alone.” ….and so, breathe and while you drift off pretend you are running in endless fields of fragrant lavender & dream dreams of Love!!!


From Pablo Neruda with LOVE! 

“Absent, your heart sails through dreams, but your body breathes, abandoned like this, searching for me without seeing me. My somber heart searches for you, nevertheless,
and I love your joyful body, your slender and flowing voice. 
But you are more than love, the fiery kiss, the heat of fire, more than the wine of life;…”

“When love dwindles from living experience to preserved memory….Love is so short; forgetting is so long…”

“He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.”

In truth, love and other things…. 

“They say that truth is the best indication against slander. So what’s the truth? … You Believe nothing. Just because a wise man said it, or you read it in a book…words of divine order, or because your mother told you…it doesn’t make it true. Believe only what you yourself can test and judge to be true.[…] Falling in love is the easiest thing you’re ever gonna do. It’s the most exciting thing, the most powerful thing. That’s why falling out of love hurts like hell, but falling in love is beautiful …there’s nothing better. It’s the best it ever gets. […] A lifetime of love. Now there’s a miracle. Relationships aren’t always easy. How many of you are divorced? Divorce doesn’t just happen. And relationships don’t just end in an instant. […] We all want to be loved…to be happy. So why aren’t we? Because we’ve become experts at sabotaging our own happiness. Feeling like victims, when in fact it’s the choices we make, the bad habits, the vices, the inability to show love and compassion. These are the things that tear us down. We’re not victims. We’re assassins when it comes to love and happiness.[…] Ah, we applaud the sentiment, but we don’t change. Why? Because we want what we want. So we do it, we say it, we try it and we victimize ourselves.[…] It’s a question of character. It’s really about who has better character….”
-Dan Scott-

“One Tree Hill

I hope you enjoy this! I did!

Love, Peace & Joy!


Seize the moment!

Sometimes, I think we waste our words and we waste our moments. We dont take the time to say the things that are in our hearts, when we have the chance…and the moment just goes by leaving us in a world of regret. We allow fear to take hold of our feelings and then we wonder … What if? Let’s take every moment and make it count! 

Sending you all lots of love 


Love… It is more than just a word! 


Love God! Love yourself & Love your fellow mankind! Protect your peace & under any circumstances allow hate, ignorance and negativity get to you! You are a child of God & you are loved no matter the color of your skin or your social status. Love & respect yourself and those who deserve to be part of your life, will be & those who don’t, won’t – and that’s ok

Love, Peace & Chocolate Grease!


I want to be….but I’m not! 

I have heard this over & over again. “You are so strong Ada! You are the strongest person I know” but I’m not. I want to be, but I’m not! I try with all my might, but I’m broken inside. I am in pain…. I can’t forget–I won’t forget. I hate cancer! 

Yesterday, was the last day I will ever see my friend Nidia’s face again…and it was at her funeral service. She died after being told she was in remission from leukemia. She recurred and in a few days in ICU she is gone. She left two wonderful kids. They will miss their mom during graduations, weddings, during life. She will never cradle her grand babies or meet Derek Jeter. All she ever  wanted was to be happy & to be loved. She went through so much & now she rests. I pray she found her peace & is lovingly happy in the arms of God. I hurt inside for her, for her family. She was my friend. She was so caring & supportive of me while I was in the eye of my own cancer battle. Her ashes will remain part of our talks of our old age & death. This hurts so much … I can’t believe she is gone! 

People tell me I’m strong because I’ve been through so much pain, and somehow, I can comfort them; I can smile & remain positive; but I’m not strong-I am not. I’m sad and broken, but I have to trust God & I wholeheartedly believe & have faith that he will restore me. I truly believe I haven’t completely lost it, because I am put together- glued by God’s love & Grace. I think daily of my sister, my niece, my sister in law, my dad, my aunts & uncles, my cousins & my friends all of whom have taken the flight to eternal life. I will never forget them! Each one have taken a piece of my heart! 

I am not strong, I am broken but I know God has got me…… I may not feel this, but I must believe. After all the bible tells me….

“….let the weak say I am strong.           Joel 3:10” 

Ode to Three Kings Day! “Epiphany”

“Journey Of The Magi” -T. S. Eliot-

‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year

For a journey, and such a journey:

The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’

And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow.

There were times we regretted

The summer palaces on slopes, the

terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling

And running away, and wanting their liquor and women, 

And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters, 

And the cities hostile and the towns

unfriendly. And the villages dirty and charging high

prices: A hard time we had of it.

At the end we preferred to travel all

night, Sleeping in snatches,

With the voices singing in our ears, 

saying. That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a 

temperate valley,

Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation; With a running stream and a water-mill

beating the darkness,

And three trees on the low sky,

And an old white horse galloped in 

away in the meadow. Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel, Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,

And feet kicking the empty wine-skins. But there was no information, and so we continued

And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon Finding the place; it was (you may say)

All this was a long time ago, I 

remember, And I would do it again, but set down This set down

This: were we led all that way for

Birth or Death? There was a Birth, 

certainly, We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,

But had thought they were different; this Birth was 

Hard and bitter agony for us, like 

Death, our death. We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, 

But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,

With an alien people clutching their

gods. I should be glad of another death.

Much Love, Peace,  Joy & Happiness!!!