Losing My Religion

Great song by REM... interesting concept. Cause you can't lose your religion. I'm a non practicing catholic with Buddhist tendencies and I know my religion is still with me & yours is with you. If you ever had one... It's there under your collar between the creases of your shirt but somehow there even when you stop believing. Why? Because you once believed in it. Like love. It's there once it's there. But... You can lose your faith. That's the confusion. People lose their faith in the way things should be instead of accepting them as they are. Now, I think I've lost my faith in a lot of things but humanity, God & the universe aren't any of them. People change, circumstances evolve into good or bad and it's our faith in what happens next that determines how far we will go. Mistakes are made & things change but no one deserves a hardship more than any other person. No matter their misstep against you. I think the universe directs people exactly down the path they need to go, nearer and farther from us at times. Even resistance from the flow of things will pull us in the direction we need to go... Including the wrong one. 

Sometimes I think we have to keep faith, trust ourselves and the universe.

Here's an 400 about losing faith.  

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Faith

(4-19-2010)

Faith. Kneeling in the chapel. Pinned behind the steering wheel of my BMW. My little sister’s wedding. Standing over my fiancé’s grave. Visiting a holy shrine in Israel. Still birth of my first child. When did it happen? There are a thousand places it could have happened, but there is only one place it did. December 22, the south bank of the river is illuminated by the evening sun. Bare cheeks exposed to the cold chill in the air. God wasn’t watching. Couldn’t have been.  Abandoned someone that day, even if it wasn’t me. The river was fuller and faster than the previous winter. Little chunks of snow passed through the rapids like tiny white vessels falling over the edge of the world. Spellbound by the spinning and drifting white, I was never prepared for what came into focus. Small shriveled up pink beneath the surface, visible through the clear water. Almost floating along, a ball connected to a thin pink chord. An unnaturally miniscule and odd misshapen ball with ten little fingers attached to thin tentacles. The current spinning and pulling the bundle along with minimal struggle. Pink dancing in a circle three feet away at the bottom of the icy river bed.  Tiny dancer. Baby boy. Submerged into the chilled water of the winter river. Baptism. Soul purified and released into the world. Downstream. Away from life. Away from an unwanted home. Away from the unwed teenage mother. A cruel punishment for something innocent. Where was God when his mother put him into the water? His mother, the unknown dysfunctional Mary that misunderstood his premature birth, shoves the tiny carcass into the frozen waters of the river in chilly December before resuming life. Delicately the mysterious offspring came to rest in a pool of shallow water along the bank. Calmly I walked towards the lifeless child. Without thinking I removed my scarf and bent down to pick up the small body. As I wrapped the oddly shaped body inside my scarf, I realize that there was never hope for this unwanted creature. Senseless. Faith can’t explain one life over another. There is no master plan. God abandoned him long before. Left him, along with his mother among the flock of unprotected. My unwavering faith now hanging by a thread of hope. A hope that has been dashed away by the absence of life that rest in my hands. 

Laidley Street Residence

Getting away from it all is something that Barbie loves to do! In fact she encourages her favorite Ken to break away from the heavy grind of work and it all to feel better! Hopefully he enjoys himself when he is away! If he isn't... why go so far away? Anyhoo... Something Barbie hopes is that other Dolls and Kens take what they read here and apply to their lives productively not in a negative manner. So with that said... Are you missing the city life? This doll is! This Dream House in San Francisco offers a beautiful escape that this doll enjoys and wouldn't mind escaping to. Perhaps to live someday!

Laidley Street Residence by Zack | de Vito

This home designed by Zack | de Vito is an example of eco-friendly design in an urban atmosphere that provides a modern retreat that accommodates a family of four while remaining kid friendly and durable. The project has been recognized for numerous awards including "2010 East Bay AIA Merit Award, the 2009 National AIA Housing Award, the 2009 SFAIA Excellence in Architecture Award, and the 2009 Custom Home and Builder Magazine Award." (via/Archdaily)

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

© Bruce Damonte

Would you enjoy living in the Laidley Street Residence?



Barbie would!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

Art & Design v.4: Defenestration Building

Falling but no one will catch you dolls? Try this building out!

Art & Design v.4: Defenestration Building 

Would you enjoy the falling furniture of the Defenstration Building? 

Barbie thinks you'll fit right in!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

The Memorial Opera House

Happy Memorial Day you wonderful dolls! 

Barbie loves to celebrate and remembering others is a great occasion! It should never be a surprise that Barbie is a Wonder Woman and her strength knows no bounds! But every now and then she finds the time to step back and take a break to enjoy life's finer things!  Where oh where does she find herself a regal place to satisfy her cultural cravings?

The San Francisco War Memorial Opera House

Constructed in the 1920s, this Beax Arts building boasts the honor of hosting the San Francisco Opera since 1932. It is in the classic Roman Doric style. Located in the heart of downtown San Francisco the building is part of the War Memorial and rests across from City Hall. Albert Brown Jr & G Albert Lansbury are the architects responsible for the design. The memorial commemorates those who served in World War I.

Have you been to the Opera House before? Would you attend an Opera?

Kisses, m.

The Warehouse Home

A home is only a home if you make great use of the space! Barbie thinks fabulous style makes for a great living space. The open design of a repurposed warehouse provides ample room for fabulous style and great purpose all while maintaining sustainable green efficient design.

This Warehouse Home is a repurposed factory in the heart of San Francisco. It's design, purpose and aesthetic create a beautiful and well planned home.

Would you live in a repurposed Warehouse home?

Barbie might!

Kisses, m.

Hold on

The World has much to offer and you should always reach for it while holding on to what's in front of you. There are things to let go of in life and things to keep reaching for. If you're lucky then you've found the one thing you'll never let go of while reaching for those dreams. Keep holding on to it... Love is grand & full of romance among other things that have nothing to do with being romantic... if you let it happen. You're only a hopeless romantic if you give up on yourself. Be a hopeful romantic! Find, be and stay in Love!

Anyhoo... Here's another bit of photo art that I was playing with a few weeks ago [it really wasn't supposed to see the light of day but some people can't seem to stay out of my photo library... *a little self control please] and a 400 which was a piece I had considered for my first e-book of short fiction Between The Sheets. You can buy my ebook here! Enjoy life, love and breathing.

PS: For those asking & emailing me about my return to posting fiction on the blog... Please think of Matisse for now. I will have an answer or rather something to share soon.

kisses, m.

golden gate vs the lovers 2013

 

 

Tighter.

(2-2-2011)

Through the low lights of approaching evening we are two that become one. Hand in hand walking, our arms locked into each other while our feet match the same stride. The graceful descent of the sun cascades a shadow of lavender across the horizon and a slight chill to the air. The houses seem quieter and less than inviting to our passing steps. Our movements manage to dance in unison through this empty street alone without notice.

The silence that surrounds us sends him into a whimsical mood. With a slip of a hand his arm wraps over and around me with a spin stopping our forward pace. Closer he turns me again and again before taking me in. Hugging gently, his sliding arms circle and lock around my torso. His fingers interlace behind my back. Each finger reaches inward as if to take me in whole. Tighter.

Attempting to match his embrace, my hands scramble. Both arms are struggling to return his hold. Dancing with his merging frame, tighter they squeeze and begin moving closer together. Carefully my probing hands find their way around his body until one ends where another begins. Locking in a grip that rests in the small of his back while my head finds its place upon his chest. Tighter.

The night becomes cooler in our surroundings. Light purple becomes a deeper violet and we’re wrapped around each other in a hold. Our arms are gripping each other securely and pulling without restraint until there is nothing between them. The crushing force of our weight against each other completes the circle. My face rests on his chest looking up into his eyes. His eyes look down into mine and he releases a heavy breath upon my face. I rest my lips upon his neck with a gentle kiss and squeeze. His arms return the constriction and his lips touch my forehead. Our breathing sounds deeper through the force of our embrace. Strained shallow breathes escape with a heaviness that’s familiar. Tighter.

Our bodies have no beginning and no end in the last light of the day. There are no sounds around us. No streets, no houses, and no one walking through the night. There’s only this feeling of security in our circle. In this moment we’re all alone. Alone in the world but we’re connected in our own moment. There’s nothing and no one anymore.