The Mockingbird Story

The Cloister GardenWhen I first moved to this apartment, I found out that my backyard hosted a lot of birds.  I asked my landlady about seeing these diverse birds and she informed me that our rear garden was part of an avian migratory path.

The first year was such a treat: I saw blackbirds, a Blue Jay, cardinals, and other beautiful birds that I cannot name.  I marveled at the variety and noted their colors and bird calls.  As time went on, every time I saw my landlady and we got to the subject of birds, she’d mention the mockingbird and always asked whether or not I’d heard it.  I’d always say, ‘No’ and go on about my business wondering, what’s the big deal about hearing a bird anyway? But then I’d see my landlady and she’d ask me, “Did you hear the Mockingbird yet?”  and I’d admit, “Well, I may have but I really wouldn’t know what to listen for.”  She’d clarify, “The reason they call it a mockingbird is because it mimics (or mocks) the songs of other birds.”

I was certain that I was way too in-observant to even notice something as subtle as a singular bird that mocks other birds.  So I filed the topic in my mental Rolodex called, “Other Random Memory Bank” and forgot all about it.

Oddly enough, I didn’t have long to wait…

Early in the morning on a particularly bright and sunny Saturday, I heard a successive rapid-fire series of tweets, whistles and chirps that were too quick to be coming from different birds.  It was a pleasant surprise and a deeply resonant realization that I was an aware person highly sensitive to my environment and most specifically to SOUND.  It was beautiful.  It was lovely.  It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard…EVER.

But there were other lessons in that moment.  It wasn’t just that I had confirmed my ability to perceive such a fleeting thing, dispelling the myth I told myself that I was not a competent observer of my world; it was the fact that I got to experience this in my own way.  It was the profound awareness of the difference between having someone tell you about something and then experiencing that something for yourself in your own time and at your own speed.  Some things defy verbal definitions and methods of expression.

It is the same with letter-writing for me.  For who else could view ideas, and thoughts scribbled in my own hand, sentiments which are saved, innovations stored, jotted down and reserved for the solitary independent artist setting it down.  The written word is its own miracle–a marriage between the mind and the body coming together to create something, capturing a moment in time, a feeling, an expression that was important enough to mark.  It is pen to paper.  It is paint to canvas.  It is an impression in ink which cannot be recreated and is attached always to The Source–be it God, our Creator, the Architect, the Almighty Spirit, the Hub, the Jellyfish, the Is-and-always-will-be eternal blob, the Great Googly Moogly…

I am, at this moment, feeling expansive

eternal

connected

plugged-in and

HAPPY!

There is no time for self-doubt.

I am GREAT.

Repeat it as a mantra…

Ad nauseum…

Until you are ready to HEAR IT!

*Feel free to comment and post your own wonderful moments that defy explanation.  I’m looking forward to hearing what others are hearing, seeing, doing.  And for those who are unwilling to publicly share on a blog, you can always send me an email at:  honeyandy305@gmail.com or Join: The League of Extraordinary PenPals

As always, Thanks for Reading!

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The Woodland Creatures Have Conspired Against Me!

This morning, I awoke to the sound of a mockingbird making a horrible racket.  The series of loud chirps, tweets and whistles could not be stopped and made one heck of an alarm clock sound.  You see, the woodland creatures have come up with clever ways of startling me and my peaceful states. The birds enjoy chirping early in the morning on weekends (don’t they know it’s Sunday?!) or just get restless on their perches in branches just a stone’s throw away from my eardrums.  Mind you, I do not mind relative daily chirping if, of course it’s kept to a minimum.  But just as I thought no other creature could disturb me, alas, I was wrong.  The photographic proof is here.  On two occasions (on the same day no less) both a Squirrel and Creepy Cat were on two separate parts of my roof (the West and North sides respectively).  You’ll note in the photo just how Creepy this cat is…staring at you and lurking in the bushes.  As for the squirrel, well let’s just say he’s stealthy and sneaky…besides, he is from the rodent family so…yeah.

But how can one stop the overall attack on all sides?  Birds from the air, cats and squirrels on the ground from blocking my only exits from the building!  I guess I’ll just have to wait things out and hope that these were isolated incidents…at least until next time…mwahahahahaha!

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When One is Lost

Can anyone really and truly be lost in this world? It’s a rhetorical question,  I know. Part of the fun used to be getting lost in a new place and then having to rely on myself to find my way out but over the years, I’d become complacent and allowed the known world to pervade the unknown one. Further,  I’ve had to face a mild form of anxiety while navigating the unfamiliar places that used to be like such fun!
How did I manage before all of this? How did I face every challenge in my life thus far with seeming ease? Well, I have to be honest with myself: I didn’t.  I was more adventurous for a time, but as the years went by, I found myself gravitating to a world I already knew. I don’t think I was ready to really face the reality that comfort and convenience are two of my favorite things.  That’s not to say that this is a bad thing, or an unhealthy thing. I don’t believe that. I know that certain ways of life don’t apply to everyone and that if certain avenues of my life were supposed to “be”, they would’ve been.
Silly Rabbit, Why Panick?
I ventured outside of my comfort zone and found myself in SoHo. Now, some may say “Big Deal”, “So what?”–but for me, this part of NYC I haven’t exactly conquered yet. The “downtown” part of NYC (where all the “cool” kids go) is known for its eclectic,  artsy, bohemian, hep-cat, laid-back, Hipster vibe. I love that. But as a youngster who was introduced to the mid-town experience by both circumstance and necessity (I used to work off of 53rd St and 6th), I knew that another NYC existed…but I was too frightened to explore it.
Disclaimer: Again, I own these feelings and do not think (as some folks do) that one MUST conquer every obstacle. I don’t think that that’s realistic because it is a personal response to growth and comes to everyone in its own time and at its own pace. It’s kinda like learning to swim by being forced into the deep end of the pool or finally deciding for yourself that a) you don’t wanna learn b) I can do it, but I gotta do it slowly. Contrary to popular belief, I believe that either choice is completely fine and depends on WHO YOU ARE. You’ll know when it’s right or whether it’s not for you at all.
So there I was trying to complete a task of retrieving my recently purchased (and expensive) cell phone.  I had no other choice than to go back and get it which pissed me off brought me to the unwanted challenge of having to get there by myself and back home…on a week day…during rush hour. Ugh! So again,  fate had planned it and the writing was LITERALLY on the billboards:

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Conquer Your Heart Out

No prob.

Anyhow,  I want to stress how the gods were trying to tell me something…not only did I have no choice but to go, but after retrieving my cell phone (did I mention it was brand-spanky-new?) but then it died as I was navigating back…and da-da-DAH! NO CHARGER!!!! (Homer Simpson says, “D’oh!” and Stewey Griffin says, “Blast!”)
So I got lost. As much as anyone can get lost in a sea of smartphones and helpful people and navigation maps. So…not really THAT lost, but panick did set in and I almost cried…almost.
I’m So Jersey It Hurts:
When I decided not to play victim and to listen to my gut instinct, I only lost about an hour and a half (which is pretty good when you’re downtown in this post 9-11 world). Dont ask me what train I took, don’t ask me to recreate that again for your entertainment, k? But I realized something that I had almost forgotten about myself: I’m extraordinary. Oh, and smart. I’m really smart.
So I figured I’d impart this bit of wisdom (?) to my loyal readers and will now share some pretty cool pics of what I would’ve missed if I had never gone. Thankfully,  that didn’t happen:

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Greatest City in the World…
Many happy travels…and I hope you all get a little lost…^_^

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Remember To Breathe

That thing that’s beating, that thing that keeps ticking like a clock in your chest, that thing keeping rhythm like a metronome…yeah, that thing. What you missed yesterday doesn’t matter. The list of stuff you gotta do today…also doesn’t matter.  But, you are ALIVE. You’re human and breathing. Your hardships, your trials and “The Story of You” isn’t who you are.  You are here. A dot. You are an infinite piece of the puzzle, as necessary as a keystone in an arch, as important as a pinky in a hand.  So where ever you are breathe deep. And remember who you are. You’re beautiful.

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Here’s The Finished Shelves

One of my fans wanted to see my bookcase after I finally got it up. Well, here it is:

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Since then, I’ve also learned how to make origami paper cranes. My VERY amazing sister made two into a mobile (because she CAN!):

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Learning never stops. Unlike the bookcase & paper crane mobiles, human beings are ALWAYS works in progress, never finished products. Tell me about some of the lessons you’ve learned or created recently. *Bonus points if you did it with your own two hands!

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Conclusions Are Not Like Bunnies; You Don’t Hafta Jump To Them

Yesterday, my mother had to get a vaccination.  A young man behind the counter handed her an application and when I looked at it, it was in Spanish. Now, I am a proud Latina, but I found it funny that this man jumped to the conclusion that as a Spanish speaker a) my mom wanted the application in Spanish b) she read Spanish.
Now, I want to definitely concede that even I am not immune to this behavior.  I often jump to conclusions based on assumptions without really gathering all of the information available to me at the time. But I am consciously trying to notice when I’m doing this or am about to do this so I can stop myself before I act.
I’m wondering whether this is just a condition that has been developed because of the fast pace of our world. Is it really necessary to rush to judgment, quick assessments before we’ve given ourselves a chance to shape what we want to say and do?
Recently, I was listening to a podcast where the guest speaker spoke about the immediacy of reacting negatively to new information (such as an email). Now I’ve totally done this. I admit it.
So in what ways have you jumped to conclusions only to be proven wrong?

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…Because I’m Happy!

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If you “Follow” my blog, you’ll know I’m a creating fool. I’ve been working on so many things that I almost (the operative word here) forgot to post!

What’s New:
I joined a really great site that caters to superiorly kind, nice, creative people like myself. It’s called “Lettermo” and its like, SO AWESOME.
Ever go to your mailbox all disappointed that all you see are bills and Chinese restaurant menus? Yeah, me too. So through Lettermo, I’ve been inspired to actually take the time to write & paint & sketch & cartoon & doodle my butt off. It’s soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun. But in order to continue to be inspired and to exchange some inspirational thoughts & ideas, I need to keep that group growing!  So if you’d like to share this artistic journey, I’d like to hear from you!

Send me ideas, write me, smoke signal, raven me (for you Game of Thrones fans), or send an owl (for you Muggles out there)!

Oh yeah and support my shop!

http://www.etsy.com/shop/postcardsbyperez

Have a great day!

^_^

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