Life Is a Mushroom

And because life is filled of adulterated mushrooms. It blooms indiscriminately. Just because you know about it, it doesn’t mean you can go. Just because you can, it doesn’t mean you should. Life is full of promises and rewards, bringing joy always as altruistic as it may sound. Just because you are not there yet, it doesn’t mean it is not coming, giving up is not an option or you will never get there. You will, in due time, at strike of that right jingle and boombox speaker. At snail pace dictated by the rabbit hole. Keep playing, climbing the mountain without peaking at the moon or celebrate dark alleys. Stay often in state of gratitude as tomorrow is never promised but here. Don’t blink but be fully dressed for the occasion, the unexpected blue sky and fresh aroma in the midst of one torrential rain hip pop dance number.

© Angela Aguiar

Pic of the Day: Hello August!

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It is August or as we say in Portuguese, Agosto. You take the “a” out and you are left with “gosto” which is ” to like” and in certain situations, “adore”, “love”. Yes, love. I love and adore life. I love my family and friends. I love the craze in me. I love today, tomorrow, and anything and everything in between, and not to be undone, I love yesterday or as we say, past and its puzzles, tears and sweat. Bring on the popcorn August and what comes with it, the flowers, the stones and the blessings. I can see 2016 from afar when another set of resolutions are made and come August, you realize you are not even half way done. Bring on August and back to school madness or as my car would say, can I change into a drone pleaaase? Find me an air way, this traffic is horrendous. Bring on August and the end of the season sells and the shenanigans of Christmas. Hey little lady, I smell you. Now, you are talking my language. Happy August!


Pic of the Day: Strolling Miss Daisy

20150719_104410I found her last Sunday on my way to church, around the neighborhood, three streets over. She seemed to know where she was heading but all points bulletin signaled a lost pet or possibly a confused native to the lake that surrounds us. She did not strike me as bothered by the inquisitive strangers. She just wanted to walk, hurriedly, at  a snail pace rush. Caring she didn’t, marching she was unpretentiously.

Don’t know where she was going or coming from but she was strolling ahead, full throttle, zigzagging, quivering only to the onlookers while disregarding our prying eyes with amusement. I am sure she would have stepped over us if need be but instead, we let her majesty go by while still stalking her.

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I took enough pictures to remember her by and left Miss Daisy, I just gave her a name, with the ladies.  I hope she found home wherever it is.  – The End –