Mi Corazón Abraza a Mi Familia
To me, family is a connection to the heart, an intentional entanglement of experiences that have bonded together, thicker than blood. As an artist, I never knew how to draw the perfect family, unsure how it should look, ultimately creating a blank due to the lack of vision and false idea of a familia I felt I had no business drawing. At a young age, thanks to mi mama, I had the chance to experience that heartfelt connection with those who carried my heart during celebration, while being bathed in rays of the sun. And when the thunderstorms inevitably rolled in, casting lighting and darkness over my days, she was there.
Growing up, I also had insight into what grudges, mistrust, and pure dishonorment did by draining the energy and hearts of everyone involved.
I always believed in my heart but never understood how to share it due to some disheartening experiences, which left me heartless for years in the familia department. Until recently, the after effects of a tsunami rocking our world and those in the proximity of our hearts created a shift in my perspective. This is partially in thanks to my lovely wife, Savanna, who sliced open her heart, slowly peeled back her heart’s walls where her true happiness lays. I saw those who gave her magic. I felt her magic-infused to mine, from seeing the hearts she bonded to and loves. For many years, throughout my adolescence and early adulthood, I thought in my head, life and human-built connections tended to be a drug dangerous enough to take out a junkie on crack. I allowed others to lower the pain I had inside by taking their magic, numbing mine.
By challenging the fucked up thought process of the world I was in casted a candied chain of shifts; learning who I was, helped me stick around, not cutting the cord as if I meant nothing. Savanna grabbed my hand, palm to palm, de corazón a corazón. Taking me on a stroll through the beautiful art that hung on the walls of her heart, sharing who helped her in times of celebration and hardships. It gave me the courage to wrap my hand around that same scalp knife she used, slowly slicing open my heart and sharing with her who carried mine en tiempos de penurias y celebraciones.
Final thoughts.
To mi familia and those who help support this rigid back, giving me the energy to hold up this heart of mine, thank you. For those I help, thank you for each lesson and for sharing your magic with me in the slightest worthwhile way possible.
Familia es Corazón!!
