Chihiro of mine

I remember a very familiar and a thoroughly loved little face when I saw this picture.  I have one of my own- my very real Chihiro! 

 You would love Sofia just as much as Chihiro  (Spirited Away)  is loved by everyone!

Not the ordinary sweet girl, no, no, no, no, no.  She is sweet and sour like the great Chinese dish!  She's got all the flavours! 

Can't be spirited away.  That is for sure!  

She is turning 3 this November- this feisty, loving, funny, bright Chihiro of mine!

Missing her!  

 

PInked

Just what my mom would say, slightly pink like the cheeks of a blushing, young girl.  That tinge of pink when she tries to catch her breath after swooning over some young lass who gives her, just a bit of glance!

That kind of pink when the heart sees something that makes it beat irregularly and queerly.  Pink that is hardly there but there!

That kind of pink that does not brag nor is imposing to the senses.  Almost pink in the manner of one whose ways are impeccably just right and natural,  like the veins on a petal of baby lips while the senses have not yet awaken.

Those toes that are pink as I imagine Ziva Estelle's.

A faceted pink that is almost hardly there, faintly and subtly like the sky on some rare days, like the ones I witnessed in Bantayan Island.

Maria would always say to me, wear pink.  It suits you.  It is healthy.  And so will I, without being noticed.

 

lest I forget: for Sofia Soleil, my first star

remembering...

        skin
        eyes

       hair
       sound

       scent

remembering now because
another skin
another eyes
will share the same bright sky

another voice will be heard.


...remembering the joy of the first born star!

tiny, delicate fingers
wisps of sunkissed hair
wing-like lashes
cheeks of cherries...


and now, I remember you all over again when I saw your twin star
so much like you
and yet different.

remembering you in my memories of sunny days
and starlit skies.

we are walking

we walked to the train station but did not ride the train
walked to a playing field but did not play.

walked to a dog park but did not have a dog with us
so we walked by
and smiled at one fat marmalade dog
with a rosy cheeked owner.

walked past houses we did not know
who live there
but guessed how they live  and what they do
and don't do at all.

some yards had gardens
some gardens have plants
others had.
some have nothing     
others have trash.    
                                     
we walked around and around   O
straight ahead           ^ 
turned left                  <------
walked over bridges  ==========/

and we walked and walked.
my partner and I
walked back to
where someone waits,
to where we live for the moment.
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sofia soleil's birthday invitations handmade by Marie

Sofia Soleil looking out of her door perch

so we actually flew from the tropical sun

where the wind is getting cold

and blowing christmas fragrance in the air

to

where a birthday will be celebrated.

a first one

in her beautiful life.

we walked into her door 

and she is happy.

very happy.

delighted 

to see

familiar faces

from her

birth.

she can walk!