Don’t Quit – Poem

29 04 2009

For those of us who at times feel the need to quit or runaway from all the pain and struggles.

Book Launch Preparation

7 04 2009

As the time draws near to the moment I have worked so hard for, I can not help but to also feel anxious.

I pray that my next book, Moonlit Walks, offers my readers a reason for hope in these difficult times when it is hard to look for that positive glimpse in our daily circumstances. It is the only way to move on and let our life be transformed into what is meant to be.

I don’t offer solutions to individual situations but one thing I can do is to share with you my journey in order to inspire others to begin their very own journey. In the same way that I offered in Simplicity, Richness of Life, my experiences on raising a family and learning to live simpler in order to do what matters in my life, on Moonlit Walks I will explore many other topics that I deemed worthy to reflect upon and explore. It is the only way I know how to navigate my life and the turmoils it sometimes accompanies it, one that perhaps will help others to do the same in their own unique way until they too find themselves in come waters.

Life is not easy sometimes but it becomes bearable when we share it with those around us. I believe that is why many of us are having a hard time today, we have disconnected ourselves from each other in pursuit of our own dreams. We have lost the sense that family, friendship and community is what makes us prosper in the long run, not merely individuality. We treasure who we are, yes, but never forgetting that we are also called to share ourselves with others. It is a way to enrich life and to make it more meaningful. It is to give it reason for its existence.

Stay tuned for the announcement on the launch of Moonlit Walks, I will try to make it as memorable as the moments that inspired it.

I Want To Know What Love Is

12 02 2009

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and with it comes a tension for many on what would be the best way to express their love. I believe that this day has been over commercialized and at the end it killed its spontaneity, most women end up with a set of preset gifts that means next to nothing to us to tell you truth.

Do you remember when you were in high school and didn’t have much money to get anything to your sweetheart? You had to be creative and that simple flower, a walk on the beach with wine, a ride on your convertible while listening to romantic music and a long kiss was enough to take us to heaven. It was the moment when a song played and he whispered, “That song is for you” That day forever lingered in our mind and heart. We saw so much love and tenderness from your eyes that made us sigh, melt inside. You contemplated our face and caressed our hair and whisper softly “I love you.” I received poems every once in a while and those were so meaningful to me since they came straight from his heart. I don’t claim to speak for all women but to me that was enough, it was the time he dedicated to me, the attention, the actions that spoke louder than the words.

Today, I am pretty much the same high school girl. I like the same things I liked back then and I love a well dressed man who smells wonderful while holding me in his arms. So go ahead, dare to be creative, be sincere, be simple, and be loving, I am sure she will love it.

I would love to know what you have planned for this day. What have you done in the past for your partner? Tell me about the best Valentine’s Day of your life.


To Hold You In My Arms

23 12 2008

Today I need a cool breeze
to sweep over my mind
and refresh my soul
of all I think is not right

I want to move about my life
without tears in eyes
without a hard and hurting heart
longing to beat
when it can hardly survive

How did we get here
after so much work and dedication
I held you in my arms
with a millions dreams
little princess of our hearts

Wish you knew your true greatness
and look further than the night
cause the dawn always come
even when you think it won’t

There is not a moment
I don’t want you by my side
even though I’m sure you do
at times
nothing in my life will be
sweeter than the tender memories
of much better times
than to hold you in my arms

I am here little princess
wipe the tears on your face
mom will always love you
even when I go above
watching, praying, shielding you
no matter the price

Like a bright and shiny star
looking down on you
you can always count on me
I’ll be watching you smile
with no more tears in your eyes

All these moments will be
a distant memory of something
neither one of us is
sad, bitter memories
we will want to forget
but that helped us at the end
understand that love
is bittersweet

Clearing Out

9 08 2008

It has been a rainy day in paradise, the usual sunny sky was nowhere to be seen today. The perfect day to stay in bed crawled with a good book in hand and, among other things, that’s what I have done. But another thing I had to do today was to clear my office. Ever since I returned from Puerto Rico a few weeks ago I could not bring myself to do so. I was feeling down and overwhelmed and it was not only because of what was happening to me emotionally, but the paperwork around me wouldn’t let me relax. So today I said no more! and a few hours later my desk is “clean.”

One thing I need to do is designate my paying bill area other than my office because if I don’t my inspiration is out the door. There is no way I can write having a pile of bills to be paid next to me on a daily basis. My office has to be my sanctuary and that is the way it has been for a long time but somehow I didn’t want to get out of here for anything and ended up bringing all kinds of things that doesn’t belong to my writing place.

There has been a lot of changes in my life and as they continue my writing is taking a new shape and form. I guess that is the beauty of writing in general, the ability to express what touches and transforms our hearts. A lot of people relate to it and perhaps some are moved to share it here with me. I love to hear what your thoughts are on what I write and if you have any nuggets of wisdom or experience to share with me.

Today I continue to make someone else’s dream come true and released a book for worldwide distribution. The fruit of long and hard work but most of all dedication of a great writer, Arthur Henn. I look on the pages of the book, Reflections of My Soul, where his beautiful poetry takes me to a whole different world; the world of the senses, dreams and magical moments as my eyes danced in the beautiful words.

So here is to the rest of the day, hopefully I will get to write even more on the days to come. May I never forget the importance to create and maintain the sacred spaces where my soul is free to communicate with my mind in order for me to continue writing for all of you.

Clary Lopez, author of Simplicity, Richness of Life

Baby Boy

6 08 2008

(Happy birthday Erek!!)

Baby Boy you turn eighteen
What a joy
What a happy, happy day!

There is so much
I want to share
With the little boy
Who now becomes
A fine young man

How hard it is for me
Not to rock you
In my arms
And in my hand hold
Your tiny hands

The time flew by
Before I knew it
And now I stand
Watching you build
Your own life dreams

I’ll always be
Right by your side
When you need me
To guide and cheer you up
All your years

How soon you crawled
Right out the crib
And now perceive
The world with speed
As I look back at memories
Of you and me

How sweet it was
When you embraced me
With your little arms
Around my neck
As I felt like
The luckiest mom alive

Forever be my baby boy
Sweet and tender
Full of joy

On this your day
And always
May God bless
Keep you safe
Mom will love eternally
My precious baby boy

Clary Lopez ~ August 6, 2008

Song of Heart

8 04 2008

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

–Pablo Neruda

Love makes life worth living, without it death seems a pleasant idea.