Rekindle the Spark

I recently read a post that changed how I've decided to look at myself. Read it, if you would like some serious perspective. http://thankyourbody.com/beautiful-through-words/ But anyways, the idea is...we spend so much time endlessly trying to make ourselves beautiful by nature. Beautiful hair, beautiful make up, beautiful clothes. But if words really have the strongest impact on my beauty, why wouldn't I try to make this change to improve my personal image. I have nothing to lose. Right? I can only gain. I'm quite a piece of work. I'll tell you what, I am beautiful. 1. I have a pretty legit smile. I sincerely look happy when I smile, and I have the ability to make other people happy by radiating positive energy with this $30,000.00 smile! Jaw surgery...you made it all possible. Thank you good California Health Insurance, for helping me express myself clearly. 2. I have beautiful hair. Yes. Some people would die to have as mush hair as I have, and it's ...

It's amazing having moments of spiritual impact. I've found myself so busy with work lately, I rarely make quality time to spend with my friends or family. And when I have time, I find I spend more time with my friends rather than family. I guess it's easy to get, wrapped up with your friends when you're a single college student. But families are really quite special. Since my father's stroke in March 2011, I've moved in at the end of July with my Mom and Dad, in a house in Pleasant Grove, UT. I also went to go pick my younger sister, Tiffany, up from BYU Idaho after completing her fist year of school in July. Then in the first week of August, my brother, Mauricio, returned home from his mission in McAllen, Texas. My older sister Ligia, who is married to Alex, with 3 kids of their own, Orion (4), Chrysa (3), and Hinckley (1), all live down the street from us. Literally 5 blocks from where we live. So here we are again, pretty much one big happy Velez/ H...

I'm currently working on a project. Perhaps one of the biggest and most important projects in my journey at this point. A lifetime of work. This means the world to me, as I sit to create something powerful, and special, and unique to myself. But I find for this to truly be a monumental experience, I must dig in deep, deep deep and deeper than ever before. I have to answer questions that I don't think I've ever been able to answer clearly. It has taken me what seems like years and an eternity to peel away the layers of fear and insecurity I've had. Can I answer the most spell binding question I have for myself? Who am I? Broken Loving Healing Joyful Caring Confused Spontaneous Constant Lonely Needy Kind Nurturing Curious Creative Moving Slowing Down Emotional Closed off Open book Passionate Gracious Defensive Protective Humility Lit up Flowing Stopped Touched Spiritual Timeless (No sense of time)

I'm not really sure why the cold makes me feel so dark. I drive down the roads towards the freeway for work, and look at the world around me. The grass pale and ghostly, the weeping sunflowers blackened, and corn crops dry and white. The dusty snow melting on the side of the curb, with an eerie cold fog covering the horizon. The sun becomes darkened, with an overcast of skies, and mountain ranges covered by a sheet of cotton. A mist of greys sprinkle to the ground. Winter is such a miraculous season with the celebration of Jesus' birth. The new dawn of a New Year, while starting over again, renewed, or recommitted, a time so valued and cherished. But everywhere around me...I can't help but recognize the frost of death. Weird...I think. To see all the green and color go. For a portion of time, I suppose. Almost like we must embrace death and birth in all the same season. But more importantly, a new beginning. It may not be my favorite season, nonetheless...it p...

Dare to dream big... I don't know when it all began. Perhaps in my childhood. It was apparent. My independence. I was never a follower. I loved to talk. I would talk my way out of things. My imagination endless. My possessions priceless. My joy was endless. My laugh infectious. I dreamed of being a teacher. A teacher of things. A helper. An intellectual. My ambitions high. Reachable. Work hard, and see the fruits of your labor. But today...looking at the ground. Looking for the smallest green to sprout out of the ground. Proof of my labors. A tear drop. Waiting. Misery. Talking to myself. Hoping for sprout. Solitude. Have I placed my priorities in the wrong pursuits? Have I planted the wrong seed. Not bad seed. Wrong seed for my season. I've always claimed I'm a dreamer. Is the answer simpler than I allow myself to believe. Change my perspective. A young child. A young woman. A disillusioned adult. Wake up. It's not a dream. It's my world. My reality. I control it. ...

A kiss... A soft embrace of emotion. A sweet gift surrendered by the heart. The desire to explore a new surface of matter. To connect to another person whom you admire. The guilty excuse of fatal laws of attraction. A hope for a genuine connection of devotion. A momentary lapse of impulse or spontanuity. A chemical combination, that pulls two people together. A step of faith. Or mistake. Eyes shut, because you really do care. Sensibility is on pause, for the sake of chance. In hopes that something deeper may be felt or found. Confussion, frustration, despair. A tear drop of doubt, Piercing to the core. Leaving an everlasting dimple in your heart's chambers. Of unrequited worth. Self doubt. Forgetting who you really are. So low, you're beneath yourself. Indignant time, of wasteful endevors. Injured. Believing you may never recover. Realizing you're tired of cycling back through this process. Hoping that the hurt will disappear. In time it usually does. And yet, you know ther...

Being the artistic person that I am...I'm sure many of you will not be surprised of my facination for painting and photography. While my mother was in the process she found two of my high school art water colors that I absolutley loved. Takes me back 9 years. But still fun to see. I always loved lanscapes. My mom threw away a lot of stuff in California in the process of moving to Utah, but somehow these two painting never made it to the trash. My mom said when she found them, after discarding my art works, she knew she would have to keep. They must have not made it to the trash for a reason. And honestly, I was quite surprised to see any of my high school art work still around. Lately, I've realized how much I love sunsets. So one day on my day off I drove around Orem, and Pleasant Grove taking pictures. My mom calls and asks me where I am and what I'm doing. "Ummm I'm just driving around to no where, taking pictures." LOL But truly, a picture really ...