Not knowing right from wrong; always searching for some sense–finding no-thing no-sense. Strained with pain–things unsaid; tongue twisted tainted distress. Vast Voiceless void of being–world of words whirling within–seeing. Spewing forth my voice; exalting resounding feeling. ~Voiceless in America
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A piece from my ebook found on Amazon Kindle.
Originally posted on White Rabbit's Lair:
“Fragmented moments remain–moments ingrained with things pained. Shocking my being with images past, keeping them for eternity to last. Moments like when my parents told me that it was important to understand that to wear la panoleta–that darn scarf that made be barf–meant commitment to the patria, the fatherland. This was something that could not be, to wear that panoleta since my mother and I, we would be leaving the island soon to the land of the free, but if I wore that panoleta, America I would never see. That’s what I thought then in 1960, a six year old Cuban female exile to be.
On that quite strange day, in the first grade, when still a young child living in Santiago de Cuba, our plans to leave the island almost went astray. At school, while preparing to go on a school trip, all students were…
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Tags: cancer, gioblastoma, Mother, ocean, Photography, sea
Are you guys still here, blogging? So hope cause I’ve missed you!
It’s been a long time since I posted…this familiar place brings me back to that date when I received the word that my mother had Gioblastoma, a deadly cancer of the brain. They gave her a year after the surgery; she lived a year and a month almost to the date of the brain surgery–a year full of ups and downs. Most importantly, it was a year of closure.
Gone to another place and finally resting in peace is a woman who gracefully lived her life and who gracefully transcended it.
To lose a Mother…it’s unfathomable to some. I know it was for me. And, here I sit, typing these words, Motherless. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it; never would I have imagined the aggressive brain cancer that took her from a world she loved.
Mom loved life; She was life!
She passed on July 6, 2015, 4:30 p.m., in her sleep, surrounded by her family: Her husband, my father, Cesar. Her grandchildren, my children, Britt, Scott and Timothy, and her children, my husband and me. It was the most unbelievable experience…the moment was unexplainable.
It is only now that I am able to write about it. It is now that I’ve decided is the best time to return to the blogging world. I may blog about the experience, but I will stick to what I love…photography and quotes. So happy to be back! :)
Thank you for those who supported me through this past year and some months. Welcome new followers.
~The White Rabbit
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Tags: Florida, Photography, quotes, sunset, Terry Pratchett
“The sun set, which is everyday magic…”
― Terry Pratchett
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Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves. ~Ovid
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Step with care and great tact ,and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. ~Dr. Seuss
Bidding you a good night…The White Rabbit
“The 22nd of loneliness and we’ve
Been through so many thangs”
“The drinks flow
That big wheel spins, the hair thins
Forget they’re hiding
The news slows
The shares crash, hopes are dashed
Forget they’re hiding.”
“Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you”
Good evening! For those of you who have been following me for a while, mom is still hanging on–but now, by a thread. It’s been almost a year since the diagnosis of her terminal illness–quite an experience. Ironic in that the experience brought dad, mom and me together in a way that had not been since my childhood. Only now, mom is the child–depending on dad and me for all her needs. Her strength is amazing. May God Bless You MOM! Thank you for all of those who have continued prayers. For you newcomers, welcome. I’m slowly returning to my normal routine and should be out and about photographing people, places and things soon–posting will resume as in the past. Thank you again for being there. Now, let’s share a few tunes before the night is through–some of my all time favorites just for you. Blessed be…The White Rabbit
“Let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.”
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Each time I post this quote, it touches one of my reader’s heart. “I needed to read that.” ~ The usual response. Here’s for anyone who needs closure…It’s time to move forward and begin anew. No more living in the fog.
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss
Thus, historically viewed, it has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty, but our e … yes have no clear vision.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Nature always wears the colors of the Spirit.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Close the door, put out the light.
It is the summer of my smiles – flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize – These things are clear to all from
time to time.
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For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
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In the evening, When the day is done
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I don’t have to go by plane
I ain’t gotta go by car
I don’t care just where my darling is
People I just don’t care how far
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
You’re so far, I just can’t see…You’re so far away from me.”
…when I found you
“All will be reveeeeeeeealed!”
It’s been a while. Those who know me understand the why of my absence–mom is slowly transcending. That’s what I call it. Every now and then, I get some free time and return to peruse through some of my favorite blogs. If possible, I post. Tonight, for old time’s sake and as a tribute to what used to be my Sunday Night Tunes, it’s my pleasure to share what I’m listening to while surfing blogs. Join me…so hope you do. Warm wishes…the White Rabbit.
It’s so easy to blow up your problems
It’s so easy to play up your breakdown
It’s so easy to fly through a window
It’s so easy to fool with the sound
Be mine tonight,
We’ll travel through all our memories,
In our own little space in time,
You’ve always been mine…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
Tags: certain slant of light, Chaos theory, Emily Dickinson, Photography, poetry
Emily Dickinson, a 19th Century American Poet, once wrote about winter afternoons like these. Afternoons where the light shined upon the earth in a quite particular way, provoking a sort of calm but at the same time dispirited mode within one’s being. The poem’s name was Certain Slant of Light. This particular poem caught my attention because the words read as though I wrote them. I had felt that slant of light on winter afternoons. When I took this picture, I could have sat down and written these words at that very moment cause that’s how I felt too. I understood this misunderstood poem lamenting what could be and how, at times, the Universe gives us an angle, a fractal time-like state where light shines upon reality. Go figure. Many interpretations exist; regardless, the poem is genius. Dickinson was a poet ahead of her time, leaving the world with so many thought-provoking moments of her life. This picture represents one of those moments that although captivating…
…There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.
~Emily Dickinson, Certain Slant of Light
Tags: Doral, Florida, Holidays, the first day of winter, winter, winter solstice
5:30 p.m. December 21, 2014, Doral, Florida. It is the first day of winter; it looks like this in my part of the world. Mesmerizing skies. Lost in them I find tremendous comfort and peace.
Mom continues to battle the illness that has taken away quality of life. Dad and I, by her side, battling also. We are thankful, however, each day we wake up and have another day to enjoy her company–another day for hugs, kisses and tears. Dad and I cherish these days more than anything.
I’d like to wish all of you a blessed winter season.
~The White Rabbit
No beginning and no end…just a continuation of geometric patterns, enchanting the visual senses.