A Walk

Photo Credit : Gina Mikel

               Photo Credit : Gina Mikel

We decided to walk.  It wasn’t far.

I attempted conversation.  My efforts were not matched.

We walked in silence.

The sun shone, warmth on my skin.  Softened by the breeze.

A perfect day.

Silence, but for the leaves.

I removed my glasses.

From realism to impressionism in a breath.

Royal Poinciana, baby mangoes and palms.

Gingerbread houses.

Sweet red flowers we licked when we were young.

Silence.

Leaves rolled past my feet.

We walked.

I saw my house.  Like the one in Haiti.

Arch after arch, after arch…

Wrought iron and rocking chairs, on the porch.

There I was.  Rocking.

In a white cotton dress.

Deep inhalations, linseed oil and paint.

Cooking.  Someone was cooking. I was cooking.

The sound of drums and laughter.

Life. A life well lived.

Beneath me was life, and I was happy.

Quietly experiencing joy from the balcony above.

Dreaming.

He opened his long arms wide as we walked.

He saw a friend.

We spoke.

Bubble burst.

Glasses firmly in place.

 

S. Conde

 

 

 

 

My Gift to You

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The New Year is upon us, resolutions and all.

Considering “The Red Speck” is about personal growth and transcendence, I felt now would be a good time to give it away as a holiday gift to all of you who follow me and have supported the book with your kindness and shockingly heartfelt positive reviews.

Follow the link below, at checkout, enter the coupon code : YH35D

My free copy of “The Red Speck”

If you’ve already downloaded the book, share this with anyone you think might benefit from the lifting of Maya and total internal reflection.

The coupon for 100% off is good through the 9th of January. Thank you so much, truly. Let’s see what good we can do in 2015.

oxo,

S

“The Red Speck” blends lush, sensuous imagery with raw emotion on an individual’s otherworldly journey to psychological wholeness. Sophie’s heartbreak leads her to awaken in an unknown but strangely familiar world in which she meets and learns from gorgeous archetypal characters tinged with the colors of Miami and the old South.”

“While an engaging story on its own, the reader will find genuine insight into into their own fixations that hold them back from happiness, including hints on how to move forward. The author has a gift for taking airy spiritual and psychological experiences and thoroughly grounding them in the body. She accomplishes this by painting vivid, emotionally engaging scenes with words, evoking a visceral and sympathetic response in the reader in a manner similar to the techniques found in the poetry of Rumi. In this way the protagonist’s alchemical transmutation of leaden emotions to joyous golden freedom becomes our own. Highly recommended.”

Perspective

per·spec·tive        pərˈspektiv/ noun

1. the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point.
2. a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

Not so wholly dissimilar definitions of the same word. An accurate drawing of a point in space and a feeling about the view.

The second definition is geographical and situational.  It changes depending on where you stand and what you think.

Once in a while, we’re blessed with an epiphany.

e·piph·a·ny       iˈpifənē/ noun

1. the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi (Matthew 2:1–12).

  • the festival commemorating the Epiphany on January 6.
  • a manifestation of a divine or supernatural being.
  • a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

A moment of sudden revelation or insight is indeed a holy thing.  A shift in perspective.

An awakening.

 

S. Conde

 

Undone

What we love with passion undoes us. This is known.

So in choosing love we accept death.

Embrace it.  Know that it comes regardless.

Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death.

The inevitable.

They straddle the sidelines.  Forever safe.

From a comfortable distance.  And they live.  They exist.

But what life is this?

Is it better to risk all and love with passion?

…or quietly from the womb like cocoon of a reclining chair?

 

S. Conde

 

 

 

Reversing Polarities

I went to speak with her last night.

A perfect night.

A warm and windy night.

I approached the steps of her home.

There she moved, in front of me.

Divine.  Glorious. Dancing.

Naked and wild under the new moon.

I smiled.  She noticed.

I approached lovingly.

Respectfully.

She tickled my feet with cool fingers.

Questioning where I’d been.

Laughter was my only reply.

She knows me.

I asked her to bathe me. To wash away my fears.

She agreed, in her way, and kissed me.

Slowly at first, as was my desire.

Our passion grew in perfect rhythm.

One with the other.

She blessed me with wave after wave of salty water.

Cleansing me of worry.

With each swell my burden dissipated.

Relieved.

As I relaxed, so did she.

Receding.  Soft, rolling undulations.

Allowing me to finish the process myself.

 

Photo by Jaime Ferreyros

“Day Of The Mermaid”                                           Photo by Jaime Ferreyros

 

 

S. Conde

The wheels of the soul go round and round…

There I sat.

Back erect, verbalizing the sounds.

Wondering if the ecstasy would return.

…so long ago and far away…

Slowly slipping into the familiar pattern.

Falling into the rhythm, of each syllable.

The recognizable cadence of an old friend.

Working my way up.

Grounding, releasing, willing.

Loving, speaking, visualizing.

Ethereal realms abound.

Effortless and translucent, the colors return.

Red to orange, orange to yellow.

Green to blue, blue to purple.

White.

Alive and grateful.  I am.

Rerouting the wiring.

My hands and feet hum with electricity.

Smiling at the bee buzzing happily in my throat.

Now, I am home.

 

S. Conde

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

If you find yourself in the Miami area tomorrow Sunday the 15th at 4:00pm, join us at Books and Books in Coral Gables, FL for a conversation with Dana Donaty and me, Stacy Conde author of “The Red Speck”.

Please click on this link for further information.

Hope to see you there!