Author Image TheCraftaholicDG

That’s all they see

All they seem to see these days

are tetas (boobs)

all they seem to see is what they fancy to see, not

caring what is

on her mind or

how much she thinks big thoughts

how she cares or

how she looks at the world

you see

she is

more than just that

more than just boobs

pero solamente ven las tetas

but all they see are boobs.

On Learning to Say No

 

I do not do for others anymore.

I realize how this sounds, you think perhaps that I am selfish. I am not. Simply, I am choosing to put my kindness in places where it deserves to be, and not where my kindness is not reciprocated. I have two children, and I love them dearly. But if you are over the age of 10, and are not named Dakota or Dharma with my last name, I’m sure I do not owe you unreciprocated kindness. I’m pretty damn sure of this.

So I am learning to say no. I am learning to put my needs ahead of the needs of those who only take take take and never truly give. It’s my time. It’s ME now. This aforementioned statement does not make me selfish. Self love is not selfish. It is not selfish of me to no longer do favors for you when you are never there for me, or loan you money that I’ll never see or give you cigarettes you never pay for.

I am learning to say no and NOT feel guilty. I am learning that when a person shows you who they are, you must believe them.

I am not selfish for putting myself first; for cutting out those who do not do as I.

Dr. Wayne Dyer said we are to surround ourselves with people who are where we are at. I am doing that now. For too long I lived to please others thinking that if I went out of my way, perhaps they’d see me; truly see me. The sad fact about the world we live in is that many are blind. We walk amongst people who have perfect eyesight yet are so blind to the people around them, one can only look and feel sorry for them. What’s even sadder still, is that these very blind people are the ones with the biggest mouths. The ones that vote for the wrong president, the ones that want to see women’s rights depleted to nothing, the ones that have the largest egos.

“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all the mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

Love doesn’t use. So please don’t come at me with your tired excuse about how you love your offspring but hate everyone else. Love and hate do not reside in the same building, my friend. Either you are a loving person or a hateful person.

My mother says you know a person by the fruit they bear.

What kind of fruit do you bear?

 

And then there was she

“And then there was she” 36×26 acrylic in canvas. Available for purchase. Please contact me for purchase price and details.

and then there was she

and then there was that one

yhat

girl who had magic in her eyes buried so deep

only real men could see it

whilst others would glance at her

abd see her fairy wings and her

smile so magnetic

if you really looked

you could see her magic

she had a way

of turning dark clouds

to beautiful gemstones

she had this way

of making dark skies blue

of turning black clouds

to beautiful colorful ones

turning sadness to gemstones

turning

heartache and pain

into all the colors of the rainbow

but she lived alone most days

with only her offspring by her side

she lived alone

because she preferred it

then to be used

for only the magic within her

she was okay with being alone

solitude fortified her

made her strong

one day she would know love again

but until then

she chased rainbows and painted the sky

with stars

in her eyes.

 

And the clouds are weeping

Well, hello there. I’ve made a new painting. I took a tip from a friend of mine and decided to really discipline myself to create every single day. So, every day, with my cup of coffee in hand, I paint.

It’s such a meditative thing to wake up in the morning and drink my coffee while I create. Here’s the newest painting I’ve worked on:

This is called, “And the clouds are weeping”. When finishing this painting, my daughter said, “Mama it looks like the clouds are crying.”

And so I immediately thought of a line from a song by Bob Dylan. It’s the song, “Lovesick”, and one of the lines goes, “….and the clouds are weeping.”

To me, Bob Dylan is truly one of my favorite writers of all time. I didn’t always love him, though. Many moons ago, I sort of was annoyed by him. I was with someone who was his biggest fan, and I suppose, 20 years and 10 concerts later, he’s one of the most influential writers for me.

Here’s the song:

 

I am not sure what this is about. I suppose I was thinking of the state of affairs of the world today. Or maybe I was thinking about how when it rains, often times the clouds seem to almost hold our emotions. Then it rains and rains even more and we feel and we feel…..and the clouds weep with us. Maybe. Maybe they do.

This painting, as you can see, is made of two panels. If you’re interested in purchasing, please contact me for pricing.

I made a page in my art journal also.

View post on imgur.com

I love color. I love brightness. Those diamonds are a hand carved stamp that I made. I’ve been thinking I should maybe make some new stamps soon.

 

Move with me, or get out of my way

So I finally worked on some new art. I’d been thinking a lot about this piece, and for some reason it was really giving me grief. But I came to a conclusion: I cannot afford to be distracted anymore.

I realize now that people in your life can serve to inspire you, uplift you and make you want to be a better person, or they serve only as a distraction. I know what I want from my life. I do. I know, and I want people in my life that will uplift me; give me ideas, and help me grow. Toxic people only tend to get in the way, asking and never giving, wanting but never reciprocating that which they expect of you.

Self love means realizing this, and standing up for what it is you want in life. I want progress. So, you either move with me, or get out of my way.

I lay out my art supplies early in the morning, and do a little bit each day. It’s been working for me so far.

This piece is called, “If only he could see me”. It’s about the complexity of being a woman and tells a story of how many parts of me there are. If only you could see how wonderful I am, but alas. It is not my job to convince you that I am worthy to be held and had as your own. No. All I can do is shine, and if you cannot see my light, or do not want to commit to the person that I am, then you have your eyes closed to my worth.

This painting is 24″x24″ and is available for purchase. Simply contact me, and we can discuss a price.

Oh, and I took a fun little video on Instagram of me working on this. CLICK HERE to check it out.

Winter is gone

There came a time when I had to learn. I had to learn this lesson quite so challenging as it were. I had to learn to let go. I never really had learned this, really. Being the typical Sagittarius with a Taurus moon, I do prefer to have a plan. I’d like to know what’s going on. Read: I like to be in control of the situation. I do. I really do.

If I am in control, I can decide what happens next. I can decide what I will feel next. Right? Wrong.

The truth is, I did not really plan for the sort of life I have right now. But I do not think I was mourning or sad over what I lost; I think I was sad over the loss of control over a situation. The loss of control is what got to me. But then, here’s a tidbit for you: often, we cannot control the situations in our lives.

I’ll tell you a story.

Back when I commuted into the city 25 years ago, I’d often take the PATH train into Manhattan. There was an older gentleman who rode the train, asking for money and donations for a local homeless shelter. He’d come on the trains, and he’d say, “Anyone can become homeless! Anyone can lose a job, or become sick, and not be able to work anymore!”

And this is sadly true. We are not often able to fully control the situations that come into our life. And I always figured that I could. Having lost my spiritual faith for over a decade, I had held on to the idea that I could control things. That only I was the one that determined my fate. That if I worked hard enough, I could control my life. My life was in MY hands, not some pie in the sky spaghetti monster. And partly, this is true. But I do like to have a faith that there is more out there than simply a mathematical scientific way of seeing the world. Perhaps there ARE fairies. Maybe there IS more out there than just what I see with my physical eyes.

Relax, this is NOT a religious blog post, as I am not nor ever will be a religious woman. At all. This is about learning to let go. About really learning to love yourself. I think real love is an appreciation. When you love someone, it isn’t about how many couples selfies you post, or the flowers they buy. When you love someone, it is about accepting them just as they are. And so, in loving yourself, it isn’t so much about anything other than appreciating yourself. Appreciating the good things in yourself, and accepting the not so great ones. It’s all just a part of who you are. We all play a part in the grand design, and you are a part of that. So when I learned to truly love myself, I let go of all the worry and strife I caused myself. I made peace with myself. Accepted myself in the place I’m at.

Before, all I was doing was worrying. Worrying. Over analyzing. Over thinking. Jumping to conclusion that I’d tell my girlfriend about. Then do it all over again. And again. And blame myself for things that would go wrong. Then feel guilty. It was my fault I was divorced. I wasn’t good enough. It was my fault that relationship ended. I didn’t settle. I should have settled. It was my fault. My fault my mother would call me vergaja de mierda as a child (don’t ask me to translate, I really don’t know how to translate what it means into English. Ask a Colombian person LOL).

I just decided that I’m enough, right where I’m at. I decided to stop fighting it. For years I just was okay with the negative feeling. “Embrace it” some folks say. But you know what? I decided not to embrace the depression. I was depressed for years. I was done. Done with feeling negative and faking the happy feeling for my kids. Done with feeling like I was wasting my life crying over what I wanted to happen that so far had not. Done. I was done. I did not want to “be okay” with the negative feeling.

I’ll tell you another interesting tidbit.

When you do yoga and exercise on a daily basis (no I don’t exercise, I’m a lazy sod. I do yoga tho), your body releases endorphins. As you do this regularly, your body gets used to it, insofar as that when you skip a day, you tend to feel like a big blob. Emotions are the same way. I feel like the answer to depression is getting up and moving, even when you don’t want to. Even if you don’t feel like it. You get up. Take a shower. Do some yoga. Listen to good music (may I suggest Frank Sinatra). Do things that make you feel good. Focus on the good. Be grateful. Appreciate life. Appreciate the good things in life.

And as I continued to do this, I realized…..life ain’t that bad. Actually, life is pretty fucking dope. You know why? I get to wake up in the morning and breathe clean air and drink clean water. I get to see my daughters every day. I get to have a body that is not only healthy and rarely gets sick, if ever, I get to have a face that hardly ages. I get to have friends that listen and care.

The more good things I pointed out in my journal, the happier I saw myself. I learned to accept my place in life, and embrace the fact that yes, I am now a Jersey girl. After 20 years of being a Nuyorican, I was finally accepting the fact that I now live in NJ. And…..it isn’t that bad. Gratitude took away the depression I battled for 3.5 years.

I was talking to my niece the other day, and I told her something quite revealing. I told her: depression….it’s like childbirth. At first, it only hurts a little bit. In childbirth, the closer the child is to coming out into the world, the more pain a woman feels. And so for me, it is the same with depression. The closer it is to leaving your body and mind, the more pain you begin to feel. The more things start to come up, things you hadn’t dealt with; it is the universe speaking to you-telling you what you must address. In childbirth however, eventually the child leaves your body, on it’s own will. Sure, you push the kid out. But really, the baby knows what to do, and leaves your physical body. Depression isn’t like that. You can literally be stuck in that painful place of birthing yourself, forever. I chose not to. I got tired of it. Tired of the pain. I decided to be happy, and let things go. Living in the now, as Ekhart Tolle writes in his book. Truly, this is the only way that I was able to see the sunlight again. My younger daughter had a dream one night: that winter was over, and all there was, was spring and summer and fall. And in my life, her dream was quite prophetic. It came true. It was so. Winter is over. Spring is here.

 

 

 

The Lazarus Woman

I. I am the Lazarus woman. In the Bible, growing up in the Pentecostal church, I’d often hear about Lazarus. If you’re not familiar, Lazarus was a man who was ill. Jesus had been contacted by his family, them begging and pleading, please Jesus heal him. By the time Jesus got there, the dude was dead and being buried. You’re too fucking late, they said. Jesus was like, no problem dude, I got this, and brought Lazarus back to life. He brought him back from the dead.

I’ll be honest. I had been feeling a bit down yesterday. Something about finances and financial stress that sort of brought my vibration down just a bit. Maleficent was feeling blue. Anyway, before I go on, I should mention that I am not a religious woman by any means. Not at all. But, I take wisdom from whence it comes.

So yesterday, I go to get my second cup of coffee, and my father has a preacher on by the name of Joel Osteen. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. He was talking about Lazarus. He spoke about how sometimes, we die in our life, and then the Universe comes to us, in that time, and brings us back to life. Sometimes death comes, just to bring us back to life.

 

 

In nature, death happens every winter. In winter, the flowers that bloom die. The leaves from the trees, fall from the trees in Autumn and death comes in winter. But this death, it is not a permanent one. Death comes to the flower, only for a moment. Only for a moment, and then spring comes again. And then it flourishes again. It blooms again, in all it’s fragrant glory, worshiping the sun, giving glory to mother earth and father sky. It’s life is an homage to mother earth. Curiously, the flower does not try to be a blade of grass. It does not try to be a tree, nor feels guilty for itself over it dying in the past. The flower just is what it is, and as such, it blooms.

Perhaps we can learn a lesson from nature. Perhaps we go through this. This season where things in our life die. Relationships die. Jobs, perhaps. Maybe both do, and we are left in a season of winter. We wonder, “why hasn’t my spring time come?”

We wonder this. In between the aggravation of life that bogs us down. Waiting for the phone to ring. Wondering why this happening? We become angry. Shake our fists at the Universe. Get angrier and angrier. Why me, we ask. Why this, why now.

The secret? There isn’t any. There is no secret. I hold no answers to this game of life. We hold our lives, measured against this thing called time, this thing called age, and we measure our success or lack thereof, based on the thing we had hoped to accomplish at our age. And then we age. And then we grow older. We hit the age of 40. We wonder what we did wrong.

Breathe, dear one. Just breathe. In this game of life there are often times you feel to give up, but just breathe. Just live in your space where you are right now. Live for the now. Life is so short and our lives do not come with a long life guarantee. All we can do is breathe and have hope and faith for the future. Have faith, and put hands to work. In my times in the Pentecostal church, I did learn one thing: faith without works is dead. It isn’t enough to have faith. Put one foot in front of the other and work. Work by just waking up and greeting the sun. Say hello to grandmother moon in the evening. Be grateful for the things you have. And little by little you’ll find….that there are more and more things to be grateful for.

 

 

If you choose to enter here

So, I’ve been a bit more dedicated to my art these days. Being single does that to a girl, I suppose. Here I made a two page spread in a little art journal I found while cleaning my studio. I promised myself I’d finish one book at a time.

I also posted a new(ish) poem below, also.

If you choose to enter here

know that I am not a safe place.

I am a woman, seeking a partner but

I am a sheep

in wolves clothing

I am June Cleaver

in a Joan Jett exterior

And in my desire to be like God I ran into Satan

Blinded by lust blinded by his lies I thought him to be

the God I sought

I painted him in colors of blue

I made him perfect when he was but a thief and a liar

He was Satan

And I didn’t see it

And

Saw only what I chose to and

Saw only that he listened and

Saw not

That he cared not

That he loved not

That he used me

The truth hurt more

So I lied to myself

And made myself think he cared

Because the truth is he thought me only garbage

And a lie feels nicer than truth

So if you enter here, put not the clothes of Jesus. Put not the clothing of a savior

Be only honest

be only fair

be only mature

grown

be a man

if you choose

to enter here

When Malificent Learned to Heal

She tried to fuck the pain away. The girl, now a woman, feels like she’s still 19…and tried everything to get over him. She tried to forget the pain away.

He left. He left her, as Bob Dylan sings, “standing at the doorway crying”. He was the love of her life, and now he was gone. He was gone, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from being with her. That woman. That whore.

He told everyone that SHE wanted him to go away, and when he left, all her friends fell by the wayside too. She had no one. So she tried to forget the pain away. She just wanted all of the pain to go away. It was too much to hold, too much sadness. Her entire world had collapsed. Here she was, June Cleaver, when suddenly her world collides with Malificent. With Gloria Steinem. What’s a good girl to do? June Cleaver got a divorce and she started growing indigo wings and curved horns on her head, she….was becoming a dark goddess with a soul black as night.

So he was gone, and she tried to fuck the pain away. After so many years of mediocre sex with a passionless man, she was ready for real sex. She couldn’t believe all the attention she got from men. Men seemed to want her. She’d felt ugly and forgotten for so many years, that she scarcely remembered what it was like to feel pretty again. They wanted her, and she wanted to forget; to feel pretty again. She wanted to forget the pain away, to forget the memories of feeling neglected by him, to forget the memory of what his skin smelled like, and what it felt like to kiss his neck. So she tried to fuck the pain away.

She tried to drink the pain away. She never drank when she belonged to him. He never allowed that. No alcohol in the house, due to his alcoholic step-father. But she tried to drink the pain away. She tried to. She had gotten a decent enough job working in Western Central New Jersey, working in an office, and made enough money to go out once in a while. She discovered a bar in South Jersey that plays live music (one of her favorite things), and so she went. And drank. And when she drank, the pain seemed to melt away, even just for a moment. And since she could afford to, she tried to drink the pain away.

She tried to wish the pain away. She was Wiccan, so she could do that sort of thing. She could light a candle and perhaps he’d come back. She’d do a come to me boy spell, and make him come back to her. He could come back to her, if only she wished hard enough. She just needed to consult her cards, and wish hard enough: a purple candle for power, blue for healing, and red for passion. There now; candles were lit. He’ll come back to me, she thought. All I have to do is wish the pain away, and the pain will leave and he will come back. The pain will leave when he comes back. It will. Just one more thing-a rose crystal-for healing true love. The Rose crystal-the crystal of soulmates, twin souls, and love. He was my soul mate. It’ll work, she says to herself as she tries to wish the pain away. She could wish. She could do it. It could happen. If I just wish hard enough, he’ll come back. He just needs a bit of time to sew his wild oats. He was a good boy all his life. He just needs time. I’ll wish it, and it will be so. It will be. It could happen. She tried. She tried to wish the pain away.

She tried to put the pain away in box. And pack it up for later. There now. It never happened. Let’s never speak of it. Never cry over it. Never think of it. It’s away. Far away, in Minnesota with the snow and the hipsters that once lived in Williamsburg. She put it away. It’s in a neat little box, next to the wedding album and pictures of the road trip to New Hampshire. She tried to put the pain away. Away, away. And every now and again, when lovers would leave, she’d take the pain out and look at it and hold it. It felt good to be angry at him. It felt good to hate him. Hate is better than love, she thought. Love makes you weak. Love makes you pathetic. Hate makes you strong. Makes you tough. Makes you powerful. Hate is powerful, and it felt better than the pain. I can be Maleficent. I AM Maleficent. I am the once beautiful fairy queen, turned into a forloned and neglected but powerful witch. I am the scorned woman, with my spells and my anger, I am made stronger. Love makes a woman pathetic, and I am anything but that. So she tried to put the pain away.

This painting is for sale. To purchase, please email me at: thecraftaholic (at) gmail dot com

She tried to heal the pain away. And there it went, she let it go. Finally tired of carrying the burden of hate, finally tired of carrying the load of fear, and sadness and abandonment issues, she chose to heal the pain away. And so with the aforementioned rose crystal-the stone of love-she chose to love herself. No longer would she fuck the pain away. No longer would she drink the pain away, or wish it away. She willed it away by learning one word: forgiveness. Tired. She was tired of the burden of anger and hate and bitterness.  She didn’t want to carry it anymore. She had wasted too many years, and too much of herself on him already. She was done. Done with the hate, and done with looking back longingly at the past that she only selectively recalled. So, Maleficent chose to forgive him. And though she would never forget what he did to her, and though she never would forget the pain, the pain didn’t matter anymore. The anger melted away. She healed, and her heart grew ten sizes that day-the day Maleficent learned to move on. And so, she healed the pain away.

Finally. Finally she could breathe. After two and a half years of wishing for him. After two and a half years of pushing good men away over fear that he’d come back to her. After two and a half years of abandonment issues, and insecurities and fears….she felt free. No longer did she feel the need to chase after unavailable men. She was okay, all by herself. She was okay alone. Okay being in her own space. Just her and her daughters. She was okay now. She was free. Finally. After three years, she was finally free. She could breathe again.

Love a Wild Woman

Love a wild woman. Do it.

Love her in her beauty and carefree attitude

love her when she cries emotional tears over sappy movies you watch a dozen times with her and

they still affect her

love her when she wakes up early to drink coffee and meditate

love her when she has a glass of vodka and orange juice before painting the night away

love a wild woman

love her and do not box her into the image of June Cleaver, she’s

been there done that

does not want that

anymore

love a wild woman

she will spend the days sleeping and painting and laughing

dancing with her children that are wild as she

and the evenings she spends writing poetry and reading Keats to you

love a wild woman

She will laugh in her dark places

her smile is unending

her heart is pure

her love never dies

love a wild woman

though she has been broken in the past

though many have tried strict regulations

she still moves

she still gets up and is ready to love

ready to give

she is a bird that flies

she is a bird, not able to be captured

but perhaps

just perhaps

you can fly with her

as do the children she birthed

those that love her

fly with her

so love a wild woman

She’s worth it

I promise.