I spoke to Amadita today.. That doesn't happen much. The relationship has evoloved since the passing of her husband. Funny how different everyone you raised is and at the same time the same. She spoke to me about painting and how Amado always encouraged this long lost release. She say's she can't find the time. Ain't that the common excuse. I wonder if she knows what quiet the artist my mother her sister has become. If she ever made it to my house I could show her my walls dressed in her work. It seems odd and all together natural how essential it is to remember are ancestry. She also shared with me an amazing story of her grand-mother, your mother. I wish I would of been able ask you more question about her life. It seems to me, I draw a lot from her strength, the manner in which she was tough, respected and ahead of her time. Te estrano Abuelita!!!

I intend to make this a dairy of my thoughts to you, for you until the project resumes. I pray for your giudance and agility to take what may come and create so much more. Pluaral feelings. I miss your smile, the mannner in which your style glided thru the eyes so sweetly. Please, teach me your patience, your unshaken ability to maintain a sound happiness alone. With out the need for a partner. Fruitful in the love you do have. Teach me to not judge myself so harshly as well as others. Teach me to write for myself, myself first.

As your Birthday draws nearer, I feel so alone. Akward how time has flown. The touch of your embrace so long forgotten, my tears are dry. Can't dream enough to bring you back. I don't live in misery, for rejoicing your lessons have kept me steady. Head feels heavy. Continue to walk as you did, hoping to make you proud. I sense your presence from up above and sometimes when I'm lucky from inside my house. Dreaming of laughter well spent together. Mis hermanas y prima cantamos tus cansiones. Full of life, full of bright colored flowers that only grow on the highest mountain for all to see. You stay close to my heart and even closer to my intension. I wonder if I could be as strong as you were and are in my mind. A soul never too tired to dance. I miss your smile and even more than your style. I need to read the scripture you held so dear. I know this now. I whisper and know somehow you hear me. Take me to the place in my subconscious where time has no boundries. Therefore I could tell you, show you how much I really love you. Gracias Abuela por tu calor, suenos y calida.

Ariz's Ashes

This is my part of a screen play my sister's and I started.... Ladies let's resume please...
Premise: A story of three young ladies who are determined to use the worst that life has handed them for the best.

"Butterscotch has never tasted so Sweet"
{Napkin turns into Napkin being folded around the butterscotch}The funeral prior, signifies the break between the sisters union. The candy brings the story back in time when the unity was so strong that even one simple candy was eagerly shared. {Abuela begins to distribute the small pieces of candy amounst the sisters.}

Abuela
Ninas, lo estoy rompiendo en pedasos chiqitos pa que no se toran.

Kiara
?Necesitas Ayuda?

Abuela
Gracias, de le esos pedasos a sus hermanas.

Victoria
Abuela, puedes dar me uno mas grande?

Abuela
Claro, mija.

Renata
Como es que siempre tienes exactamento tres caramellos, Abuela?

Narration: The girls often wondered if their Abuela had a secret Butterscotch factory that supplied her three candies for every visit.

Some time later in the screenplay....
We arrived at night, the sea and all its sounds and smells enthralled me. I stood memerized by just how good the wind felt against my skin. My sisters and I chased the waves for what seemed to be all night and when I needed to catch my breath I lay flat on my back gazing at the stars while running my fingers threw the thousands of tiny holes in the sand where occasionally a crab would pop out to protest........
Our departure was as abrupt as our arrival.......