Painted Hazel Eyes

The world through my eyes; join me and see what I see.

We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. -The Pilgrimage, Paulo Coelho

We are always trying to convert people to a belief in our own explanation of the universe. We think that the more people there are who believe as we do, the more certain it will be that what we believe is the truth. But it doesn’t work that way at all. -The Pilgrimage, Paulo Coelho


Being human means having doubts and yet still continuing on your path. -Brida, Paulo Coelho


Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live, and she was always thinking that, in the future, she might regret the choices she made now. ā€œIā€™m afraid of committing myself,ā€ she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none. Even in that most important area of her life, love, she had failed to commit herself. After her first romantic disappointment, she had never again given herself entirely. She feared pan, loss, and separation. These things were inevitable on the path to love, and the only way of avoiding them was by deciding not to take that path at all. In order not to suffer, you had to renounce love. It was like putting out your own eyes not to see the bad things in life. -Brida, Paulo Coelho

None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have Faith. -Brida, Paulo Coelho


Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. -Brida, Paulo Coelho

When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way. -Brida, Paulo Coelho

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work side by side. -Patti Smith in “Just Kids" memoir book

wise old friend


I want to share with you about my friend.

She lives down the street. I see her everyday. I’ve known her ever since I was a little girl. We greet each other every morning and check into each other at the end of the day. I comfort her when it is cold or wet outside, and she gives me strength whenever I feel my determination wavering. She has more wrinkles than you can count, and she has long flowing grey hair that moves with the wind. In her arms are nestled a bundled up baby, completely warm and safe from the harsh conditions of the world. When I hug her, I feel enveloped in her fierce love and completely protected even from the most awful things. She is a strong wise old spirit completely rooted into her womanliness. I admire her from distance and up close, and can only hope I grow to accumulate as much wisdom as she possesses.

She is a tree.