LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

This past summer I went camping in the beautiful mountains of south east Nevada. I was sitting one afternoon observing the mountain in front of our camp site when suddenly I saw in the rock formations, the figure of a long haired woman. I was so excited and to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, I handed my binoculars to a couple of friends . I told them where to look and they too saw her. The more I studied the figure , I realized it was something I wanted to write about and I know that eventually I will work her as a character in a short story I have been working on. For now, I want to introduce you to:

There she sat with her subjects bowing down

Her copper-red tresses

Cascaded down her left side

Her stony face wore a million and one caresses

The Lady of Eagle Valley

Lillian is her name

We spoke silently for hours

And after, I was never the same

She told me she was heart-broken

Her wild heart no man could tame

Lillian of Eagle Valley had no money

Lillian of Eagle Valley knew no fame

She’d traveled long

She’d traveled far

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Silently sang her own song

And I was the only one who heard

And I was the only one who saw her

Sitting on her stone throne

With her subjects bowing low

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Came alive when we conversed

And I alone knew her private language

Just as sure as she knew mine

Lillian of Eagle Valley

A legend who ran out of time

The winds touch her face everyday

The breezes play with her hair

The snow flakes tickle her countenance

The rain drops give her a cool drink

The shadows dance on her body

Golden eagles land on her throne

The birds come sing her songs

The mountain creatures keep her company

Her surname is Wisdom

Weary travelers visit from afar

To drink up from her fountain

There on her stony throne

On Eagle Valley Mountain.

WALLS

Walls:
Keep you in
Keep others out

Walls:
Oppress
Suppress
Depress
Compress

Walls:
Climb them
Scale them
Jump them
Batter them
Blow them up

Walls:
Divide
Enclose
Smother

Walls:
Build them around your heart and you’ll end up imprisoned
Build them around your mind and you’ll end up ignorant
Build them around people and you’ll end up alone
Build them and they’ll cave in on you…

BREATHE DEEPLY…DEEPLY BREATHE…

Breathe deeply

This is a new day

Awaken from your sleep

Don’t back down

From all that you have to say

Don’t be stuck

Don’t glory in one place

Your spirit must soar

Your soul must aspire

Don’t stay stuck

In places where demons conspire

And they do conspire and plot against you

What is hell in this life but a place where you’re stuck

What is your own private hell?

A place of no growth

A place of no life

A place of dark shadows

Where the demons conspire

To make you quit and not soar

To make you give in, retire and expire from all you truly desire

You were born into light

You were born to take flight

And the demons they hate

And they will distract to make you miss your divine appointments

To make you late

Keep you out of sync

With your divinely appointed date

All that is human

Was born on this planet

All that is divine

Was born from the spirit

Don’t waste one more hour

Thinking what you see is all there is

You are so much more than flesh and bones

Aim for the heavens

For that is your true home

It’s heaven or bust!

Aim for the heavens

Leave your skin and bones behind

Open your eyes

Don’t you settle for staying blind

Don’t you swallow any more lies

Breathe deeply

Deeply breathe

A new day has dawned!!!

WHAT DO YOU TELL YOURSELF

What do you tell yourself

When you look in the mirror

When no one’s looking

When no one’s there

When no one’s listening

What do you tell yourself

In the dark

In the rain

In the mist

In the abyss

What do you tell yourself when you’re staring into the heavens

At the constellations

At the Big Dipper

At the Milky Way

What do you tell yourself

When your petty crimes far exceed your self-righteous ways?

What do you tell yourself when you’re in the company of a stranger?

What do you tell yourself when yesterday’s lies no longer bring you comfort?

What do you tell yourself when all you feel is great discomfort and disdain?

What do you tell yourself when you don’t even deem yourself worthy of being your own best friend?

What do you tell yourself when all you have is your own shadow to call your best friend?

THIS MOMENT

This moment I hear the wind outside slowly ushering in fall

Though the heat is still making its presence felt

Autumn is nipping at Summer’s heels

Summer is saying, ” I’m still here. I will dawdle and linger here a bit longer.”

Autumn, one known for not being abrasive

Gently blows in Summer’s ear

Caressing her sun- kissed cheeks

Tussling her golden tresses, saying,

” Take as long as you want my darling

I am not here to send you away as a discarded lover

I’m here to lighten your load, give you a break

Go now, your work of much producing and growing is done

Harvest draws nigh

Soon comes the bounty

Now rest from your labors

For Summer, you’re done.”

The Sea Owns the Tide

The sea owns the tide
Just like the moon owns the night
Just like the sun owns the day
Just like the stars own the sapphire hued heavens
Just like the light owns the dark
Just like the darkness owns nothing
Just like nothing owns the abyss

The sea owns the tide
Just like the grave owns life
Just like life owns all that is everlasting
Because death is not final

The sea owns the tide
Just like hatred owns what’s bitter
Just like the honey comb owns sweet nectar
Just like life owns breath
Just like blood owns life-
For the life of a thing is in its blood

The sea owns the tide
Just like summer owns growth
Just like fall owns decay
Just like winter owns stillness
Just like spring owns new life

The sea owns the tide
There’s never a way of knowing
Which way it’s gonna turn
The tide is high
It’s time to move on

LEAVING NORMAL

What does it mean to bring a new life into this world?
It means:
To love more
To hate less
To care more
To put an and to carelessness
To say more with fewer words
To put your love into action
And talk less trash
To feel more and stop numbing yourself
To leave your comfort zone
Only to find your trusted comfort zone, was actually more uncomfortable than you thought
You were just too afraid to admit it
To see more and stop turning a blind eye to life
To listen more and stop tuning life out with the noise you choose to filter the world through
To hear with your heart’s ear drum and follow that beat no matter where it takes you
To put away all those things that keep you blind, numb, deaf and dumb….

Mis Manos

I look at my hands
These hands that touched you first as you entered this life
They’re not extraordinary hands
They’ve not designed rocket ships
They’ve not drafted blue prints for a magnificent work of architecture
They’ve not operated on a human heart or brain
They’ve not touched millions of dollars
They’ve not been adorned with the most expensive of gold, silver and precious stones
They’ve not graced the latest fashion magazine covers
But I’ll tell you what they have done:
They have held babies from sun up ’til sun down
Wiped noses , bottoms and toes
Cooked, I can’t remember how many meals
Sewed, I lost track of the stitches and dresses
Disciplined several naughty toddlers
Wiped away, I forgot how many tears
Written so many words
On countless blank pages
Painted using fingers, brushes and knives
On many a canvas
Cleaned up the clutter
Washed all the clothes
And through it all, these hands that first touched you as you made your grand entrance
Into this great ,big world
Will always touch, caress and comfort you
I’ll hold your hand in mine
Together we’ll both learn of the mysteries of this universe.

FOR CLARA ISABEL: My Heart’s Song

I sit here with you snuggled close to me
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
And suddenly…
NOTHING
NOTHING
NOTHING else matters ,only this instant in time
More than this?
You know there is not a thing
My heart is exploding with the tiny pieces flying out
To touch God only knows what
And you’re touching me
In a way I never fathomed
My heart is so full
My pen is trembling
My knees are shaking
My heart beat accelerating
True love is here
Had my heart crushed so many times
And chances are it’ll be crushed some more
But one thing’s for certain…
I love you in a certain way
A love I never knew ’til you showed up
But one thing’s for sure, no matter how many more times my heart breaks
It’s ok
For you’re touching me with a new way of love
A certain way of love
A way that makes up for all of the crushing
Oh mi amor
My heart is exploding
And the pieces fly out to touch the expanse of the universe…

BRINGING BIRTH BACK HOME!

Hello Dear Followers! I have been a way for sometime due to one big reason: My daughter was pregnant and about to give birth to my first grand child. Meet Clara Isabel Brincat. She was a PLANNED unassisted home birth that took place on June 17,2014 at 3:55pm. Both mama and baby are doing GREAT during their baby moon and I am still elated to have become a grandma 🙂 In the next few days I will share with you some of my thoughts on having assisted my daughter in bringing this precious life into the world. I tell you once you have delivered a baby, you never see life the same again!!!!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

Eva Santiago

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LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

WALLS

BREATHE DEEPLY…DEEPLY BREATHE…

WHAT DO YOU TELL YOURSELF

THIS MOMENT

The Sea Owns the Tide

LEAVING NORMAL

Mis Manos

FOR CLARA ISABEL: My Heart’s Song

BRINGING BIRTH BACK HOME!

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