Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Life is Love!

I don't have to know you forever, talk to you every day, see you all the time, to love you.

I don't have to hear your voice on the phone or see your face in my space to love you.

I am moved by feelings and touched by kindness.

We could have only seen each other one time, spent just one moment, present with each other, that's all it takes for me to carry you in my heart.

My heart is huge and my love is great.

When I am present to what exists within and without I can soar.

Thank you Lord. Thank you Universe for allowing me to be consistently surrounded by the greatest most amazing folks around.  Every time I meet another special someone I know we are all GOD.

I am that I am.


Hop Skip Scotch and away. ;)

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Regrets, I have a few...


When I was much younger, I was a hard ass, or so I thought.  I use to think I knew it all and there was nothing I could ever regret.  I'd often say I had no regrets and now as I have grown up I am learning everyday that I truly don't know anything.  The only thing I am certain of is LOVE EXISTS and IT IS EVERYTHING.

 I have a few regrets, regrets of things I did and things I did not do.

When I was 19 my Value Barometer was, "I can't do anything I will not be proud to share with my future child." As I got older I neglected to keep that present and did falter a bit, heck, I live in a glass house.  I just spoke with my dear 80 year old Maternal Grandmom and we were discussing what I can and can not share with my son.  I told her I had no qualms about sharing with him what I have done in this life, what decisions I made for lack of knowledge or just lack of self awareness and compassion.  For a decade or so I neglected my Value Barometer and then one day I just found again, I can not pin point the moment I realized I had faltered and I am so grateful to the universe for bringing me the awareness and the strength to be diligent and true to my values.

There are some things I've thought, done and/or created that I am not proud of and the things I am proud of, fortunately outweigh those.

Do you have any regrets? 
How do you handle regret?
What causes you to regret something?

Right now I will regret it if I don't tell you I LOVE YOU, so I love you! :)

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

Thank you for reading and Sharing.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Sunday, February 26, 2012

YO SOY...

Soy Latina. No soy Latina de nacimiento pero de parte de mis padres. Mi Madre es Ecuatoriana y mi padre Puerto Riqueno. Naci aqui en Nueva York, criada en Corona, Queens.

Yo soy Latina en mi cultura, Latina en mi ser, Latina en mi corazon!


Mi espanol no es que se diga que bestia la tipa, si que sabe, pero me defiendo.  Nadien me enseno a escribir ni leer el espanol, yo solita lo aprendi.

No ah sido facil pero que es facil en la vida.

Yo soy Latina y tambien Norte Americana.

Soy orgullosa de ser Latina, ORGULLOSA de ser Mujer, Madre, Companera, Hija, Nieta, Tia, Sobrina, Madrastra, Amiga.

YO SOY LATINA!
JeWeLs En Espanol  <---- Check out my attempt at blogging in Spanish.

NAMASTE!

5.9.11 Brainstorm


The brainstorm started with a question:

"What is it you need to do?"


"I just need to LOVE and Nurse."

"Really?!? Since you won't be nursing your whole life what will you do after you stop nursing..."

Talk about inspiring a train of thoughts. What will I do once I stop nursing.
Figuratively, in reality, metaphorically, I've thought about what I would do but I haven't really truly thought about it.

When I learned I was pregnant my first thought was "wow, I have to learn how to nurse because that's the best thing for a baby." Next came, "Oh my God, I'm going to be a MOM! Holy Shit! What do I do now?" The third thought was, "Don't fret Julie, if this baby chose you and Jorge it's for a reason, everything is as it should be." The immediate thought after that was, "Are you kidding me? you a mom, you absolutely are not ready, it's biologically the right time but you are just not ready." The final thought in this barrage of thoughts was, "The reason he chose you now was cause you are ready, emotionally, physically, mentally, you are ready and not only that you are with the right Man." At this stage in my life I could only think of and want to have one child, I never wanted my child to be an only child and thank God for for his father he's not, Max is one of Five phenomenal and beautiful siblings.
Max is my first and only birthed son and Jorge's fifth child. What a blessing it is to be in this enormously beautiful family! (you know, I didn't always feel that way).

On April 11th of this year we celebrated Max's second birthday, it would have been my aunt Kathy's 46th birthday.  When Max born I stayed home with him until the day before we celebrated his 4th month of coming into the world. I went to work on August 11th and he went to stay with his grandma. Working from 9 am to 5 pm everyday kept me away from Max for too long. I remember one day being at work and my dear cousin was thinking they were doing me a favor by texting me pictures of my little boy and all I could do was cry cause I was not with him.  I missed him so much when I was at work. 

I would come home and play with him and then nurse him to sleep. I told myself I would only nurse until he was one and then a former colleague of mine suggested I try and go to 2 at least, "just take it one month at a time, but shoot for 2." A friend mentioned his mom nursed him until he was 3, and then I met a bunch of folks who were nursed until they were 2.5 and 3.  I really didn't know what I was going to do but figured I shouldn't rule either just yet. 

I come from a family of non nursers, I don't know for certain why this is the case but it is.
Women that are very close to me still are against it. In the past they had no qualms about expressing their displeasure to me and I have no qualms about shutting that down.
I remember once being out with some girlfriends and only one, I believe, was a mom and one was expecting and we talked about nursing and when I was going to stop and I said not yet.  One of my girlfriends joked and said my son will be asking, "hey mom where's my milk?"  Funny thing he says, "Mom, Max wants Milk, Mommy milk, not refrigerator milk."  When I decided to nurse I decided to nurse on demand, not a schedule that I create but on his desired schedule and I continue to do this.  I am very satisfied with my choice in this regard.  When I was working the nursing was a selfish thing because it was our own private Mommy/Max moment where we would connect and I would be able to nurture him and have him close all at the same time and noone could interfere.  All the things that took place in the day while we were apart would just fade away. It's our time.

It's such a blessing to be able to share that moment with my little boy.  

Max is a very healthy and smart boy and I attribute the health and intellect to many things and one is breastmilk.  I am of the school of thought that women have breasts to feed their young, that is the purpose of them. Sexuality is not the main reason for Breasts, LIFE is the reason.

I am currently unemployed and spend most days with my son and I continue to nurse, on demand. He drinks cow milk as well but he prefers "mommy milk."  I saw Julia Roberts on Oprah this week and there was mention of her child asking for cow milk, they made it into a joke and didn't clarify but I daresay the baby was referencing Cow milk as opposed to "mommy milk."  In these past two years I have not brought myself to taste the milk, I don't think that's kosher but with all the awesome and not so healthy food that I eat and the variety, the milk should always taste Tasty and different. Does that make sense? It does to me.

In the past two years Max has been so very healthy and strong. I attribute the healthy 70% to breastmilk.  If I couldn't nurse because it was too painful I would find a way to pump but I would have to give him the milk, I must!  I'm not very good at many things but this nursing thing, I got it down.  I'm still learning how to be a better mom and a good partner and decent daughter, sister and granddaugher but this nursing thing, it's just like breathing.
As I type I am thinking of other woman who I experienced nursing and I would say once I saw a woman nursing at a mall in Ecuador and everyone around her was mortified.  I use to see one of my dearest friends nurse her daughter and it was so natural and just embodied 'the right thing' and motherhood. It truly inspired me.

I know for sure I won't go past age 3 and I think that once I begin to potty train his thoughts and feelings about being nursed will change. 

Now if you asked me about nursing when I was 29 I probably would have looked at you sideways and told you how crazy you are, if you would have asked me at 33 I would have said, "Eh, I'll see what that's about." But since I was 36 when my son was born and on my path to to that Transformative Journey, I was and still am all over it!

My son woke me up this morning with purple daisies that he chose from the store for me, he chose the greeting card his father bought for me and he came to the bed and said, "Mama, happy mother's day, look what Max got!" After he brushed his teeth tonight he said, "Mamalee, I love you so much!"  During the course of my most favorite mother's day on record he said, "I'm so happy mamma! So happy!" "Mama Max is very excited, are you excited mama?" There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep that boys spirits healthy and strong.
What am I going to do once I stop nursing, I am going to Learn to LOVE better, yep, that is what I am going to do.

Happy Mother's Day to every single one of you reading this note because technically delivering a baby makes you a mother but in reality anyone who nurtures, coaches, likes, listens to,cures, celebrates, understand or just tries to understand, accepts, loves and lets go of their loved ones big and small is a mother.

LiveWell LoveMuch LaughOften

Namaste!

Friday, February 10, 2012

I really just never know...

In the early 80's when my uncle introduced me to his new girlfriend I had no idea how much of an impact my relationship with her would have on my life.  I didn't have a clue
that she would one day become my aunt. I didn't know she would be my housemate and would cook delicious BBQ chicken for me. Who knew I would smoke my first cigarette with her, on a beach chair beside a pool at the Holiday Inn in North Carolina. I didn't know she would be there for me when I got beat up by my abusive ex boyfriend, to talk to, to cry and be a shoulder to lean on.  Who knew we would end up having the same last name for a while. Classic... I had no idea Kathy would be my buddy, my aunt, my friend.  Heck, I was twelve when I first met GATALOVE, what did I know then (somedays I'm uncertain as to what I know now).  I also didn't know she would never get to meet my ideal and greatest life partner consequently also not meet our little gift, Maximillian J. (Max was born on her birthday-I would have absolutely never guessed that) I just really never knew...

The day Kathy passed away I was suppose to call her all day long. I woke up to a message on "myspace."  I decided I would shower first then call. Once I showered I figured I would just get dressed and have a bite and then call. I messaged her on 'myspace' and told her I would call later. I watched TV, I got dressed, I ate again, I drove to my mom's house all the while thinking, I will call her in a little bit.  I will call her in a little bit.  It was early evening when I arrived at my mom's house in Woodside from my little apartment in College Point.    I was chatting with my sister I think, I don't recall, when my cell phone rang and it was my cousin:

"Julie, sit down, I have to tell you something." 
"What?" 
"Kathy is dead." 
"Shut the f*ck up! Why would you say something so crazy like that? "
"She's dead, we just got the call." She wasn't lying. It wasn't a crass joke, this was true, a cruel reality.

I don't know what I thought at the moment or even what I did immediately but I couldn't breathe and I couldn't believe it. I picked up my phone to call Kathy, shit, I was suppose to call her early in the day. Why didn't I call!?!

I spent a good two years or so thinking if I only had called, she would have been on the phone with me and would have not been able to die in her sleep. God, she was only 41 years, how could it be.  I blamed myself for not calling. If you asked me why she passed away I would have had to tell you it was my fault because I just didn't call. :( 

I experienced many things in the company of Kathy and I would never want to change a bit of our experiences together. You know, she sent me my very first personalized hallmark card. It was the coolest. Her Christmas cards where always the first to arrive. We were housemates for a few years and she still use to mail my cards. :)  I look for her fun birthday cards every year and smile when I remember that she can't send me cards from heaven.  The only thing Kathy can do is watch over us.

The birth of my son was my realization that I had nothing to do with her death. 
I don't have that much power in the world. 
It wasn't my fault.  
I thought if I would have called I would have got to hear her voice for the very last time, geez what would I have said, probably something silly, not knowing it would be the last time I would talk to her.

If you have someone on your mind and you want to talk just give them a call, forget the social networks or the email, just pick up the phone and call, you just never ever know.

Forever in my heart: Gatalove.

Namaste.