Why is it when I luxuriate within the warmth of a bath of bubbles as a means of escaping the world do I become so overwrought by my emotions? Is it the wine, or perhaps a combination of wine and too warm a bath? I tend to wonder... Or, is it a memory of the womb? Where everything felt safe and secure...

Sink me! I need to take more showers, instead, what! ;-)

Like the moon and the stars and the sun...

Oh, Marisela, but you *have* gone through your tunnel and met your fears and insecurities by giving of yourself to those sweet little seemingly forsaken children. Yours is the Tunnel of Love, my dear Marisela, which is a deep and genuine love one goes through for others when love is felt/given selflessly. You have nothing more to fear, you are living your life to its fullest as these children's lives shall be forever enriched by the beauty you have inspired in them to express themselves so that they will blossom from "little artists in little packages" into artists unafraid to be themselves as they face their own tunnels in life.

And, I believe "the stars the moon the airs" can and do help by lighting our way through our respective tunnels; but you are right to rely upon yourself in finding your way through what is not always easily seen.

I have read your entry twice, and cannot help marvel that you are a candle to children as they make their way though life's tunnels; indeed, you are Love's light, showing them a way, and away from fear, a way towards love of self, which allows us to have love for others.

HUGS to YOU, indeed, Marisela, you are blessed, an angel in our midst.

Anything meant to be, will be. Whatever is not meant to be, cannot be in the first place. If there was a reason, then there will always be a reason.

But belief in something else, something which cannot be understood. Something that is within one's heart forever, something that is not seeing exceptions being set. Can devotion find a reason to err, yet declare itself eternal? Then, what is there to do?

Sink me, so little faith, Marguerite!

Word to the wise: Secret admirers come and go, so don't take anyone seriously except for oneself.

seems to be rarer and rarer. But I know, though, what shall make them become fewer and fewer.

But I know what will make you smile tonight...

Oh, must it only be at night?! Don't you know, whenever is fine with me! Yet whenever does not seem to exist anymore, it's now always whe-never.

What more can one call it? To be a spectator just looking on at such emptiness which led to nowhere in particular. Or, if it did, it was a cul de sac overlooking the view of promises never kept...

But, I'm not for just anyone's taking, as easy as it may seem. Get too close and my life will start to consume you. Critique me and you won't be revealing anything new. Walk away, and I won't stop you.

My pieces make a whole only I understand.

I try to offer solace to them, but the more they fret the more they undo my shoelaces...Ah, I mean, my patience! ;)

Each day, like grains of sand, is slipping through my fingers, and the world, O, world, goes with them.

Two lives, a single dream; what did it mean?

I can sense when danger is afoot. How? you may well ask!

Whenever something feels to be going so well, that's when danger strikes, my dears! It will be as graceful as a pirouette, as stealthful as a snowleopard as it pounces upon one when one is rendered helpless within the throes of love.

It is said that the sincerest smile lingers long after whatever or whomever inspired it...So, beware of those who can easily inspire you to smile, be prepared, be prepared to see if after they return your smile, to see if theirs lingers long after you have stepped away...