Bird’s Eye View is an experience that entails self discovery, self acceptance, and personal growth through writing and travel.
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What do I write about?
Self Acceptance (the topic and methods to strengthen our sense of self compassion)
How travel can lead to healing and growth
My travel adventures and how they have nourished my soul
Methods to work through personal struggles and push our way to new opportunities and higher standards for ourselves
I want to positively effect people with talents that I have kept hidden and be open with what’s in my mind and soul, both light and dark.
I’m passionate about writing and travel, so I wanted to create a platform that I can share my love for both with all of you.
I named my blog Bird’s Eye View because I take comfort in knowing that there is always a higher power taking care of us from above as we achieve great things and go through struggles.
We should use our wings to explore new places and people, no matter what personal struggles we are facing at the moment.
I hope that by being vulnerable with my weaknesses, strengths, thoughts, and fears that I can connect with you on a raw human level and maybe even offer hope and encouragement.
I will share some of my inner thoughts, greatest travel experiences, and guidance on how to live fully even with the day to day struggles we battle.
When do I post?
I post once every 2 weeks (every other Saturday). You can subscribe to my website to receive notifications for posts by entering your email (scroll to the bottom of this page and you will find the subscription box) or if you have a WordPress account already, just click the follow button.
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I would like to take a minute to acknowledge what a Rock Star I am.
I don’t usually brag about myself, but I realized something recently that I definitely think is worth sharing; my mental health and personal relationship with myself has improved SO MUCH in the past 2 years. To some people, getting promoted or receiving an award is what they consider an achievement, but for me and my own personal journey, this is a grand triumph worthy of celebration.
It’s funny how this aha moment emerged from circumstances that seem to prove the opposite. I was beginning to doubt myself in these recent months and all the progress I have made because big life transitions and the pandemic have really shaken me to my core. They are forcing me to face age old challenges within myself that have risen to the surface. This is what is happening to each and everyone of us in some form I believe. Traces of the old anxiety attacks and self destructive thoughts have snuck back up and have caused me to question my growth… but today as I read an old post of mine, Break the Cycle, from two years ago, I realized that I have come SO FAR since that time of my life. My eyes filled with tears as I read the experiences of my younger self. I’ve worked hard ever since then to heal my mind and live a healthier lifestyle. Now, just several years later, I am seeing the fruits of that labor.
I have found ease because my mind is healthy. I let God handle my troubles now and try to trust His guidance. I challenge my negative thoughts and change them to positive ones that make me feel good. Iv’e made sustainable changes to my daily habits that have made every day life more enjoyable. I love myself so much more now. I talk to myself so kindly and care gently for my wounds if an stray wave of destructive anxiety swings through… which is way less often. I realize how strong and capable I am. Like I said, I am a Rock Star.
My mind is overall a positive and nurturing place. THIS IS AWESOME NEWS EVERYBODY! It has been hard work, but it has been worth it.
It makes me so proud to say that I can enjoy my days and be present with those I love way more because I am constantly keeping my thoughts in check and making sure I am showing myself love in all types of ways; meditation, positive affirmations, yoga, exercise, dancing, quality time with good people, and journaling. All of these techniques keep my mind filled with light.
Sometimes I slip back into the darkness, but I can get up and find my way back to the light so much easier now. This is something I could not say 2 years ago, so it fills me with pride that I have reached this place. A really great friend of mine told me this analogy a couple days ago when I had slid down to a low place and it filled me with peace and hope; “pretend you’re coloring a picture. You start from the the bottom and work your way up, but sometimes you have to go back down to fill in spots you missed. This doesn’t take away from all that you already colored, that all still counts. It’s okay to need to go back down to work on parts of yourself that still need attention. It doesn’t take away from all of your progress.”
Every one of us are in the process of growth, and I have found that if you put time and energy into your own well being and health, life becomes joyful. Meaningful. Fun. Silly. Worth it. Even when we feel like we are right back in the same old spot we have been trying to get out of, it is important to realize that all of the progress we have made is still something to be celebrated and we should be patient with the parts of ourselves that still need work.
What I want you to take from this post is CELEBRATE YOURSELF! Your progress, your strength, your growth! Because it’s there, all you have to do is look.
To put it in another way, pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can’t he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that is all well.
You have been killed, harassed, and cheated for the color of your skin, for the roots of your descent, and for the core of your being. What one so committed to destructive ignorance refuses to see is the light in your smile, the soul in your eyes, and the depth of your mind. How absurd it is that you are subjected to lifelong suffering so that another can live in convenience. Oh how difficult it to dehumanize you when the warmth of your flesh can be felt and the beating of your heart can be heard. A heart that beats for those you love, dreams you long for, and peace you crave. Lift your gaze and look into the eyes of those who oppress you. Let them sit in the discomfort of what they have done, or have failed to stop. It goes against human nature to remain callused after realizing the depth of pain inflicted on a fellow human being. One of their own. Whether we look like each other or not, we are all one collective breath. If one of us stops breathing, we all stop breathing.
Its time for you to receive better in this one life you are given. Walk the streets for justice, hold up signs for peace, and let your voice be heard for respect. Nothing is too much if it means you are not robbed of the basic respect and love you deserve. The chaos will increase and the screams will amplify so that your children do not grow up with a target on their back. You are given this one lifetime. It is already a tragedy that so many black people have lived and died in a society that disregards their dignity and strips away their prosperity, but maybe if the anger and pain you feel is channeled into creation of the new, not all will be lost. If pain is what is necessary to pave a way for your life to be valued, so be it. May this society awaken.
Who knew it was possible for someone to be so kind, selfless, supportive, and generous.
I do not think my words can do justice to illustrating the true depth of your love because honestly I can’t fully comprehend it myself. It’s just too massive and seems to possess infinite dimensions. Maybe these little observations of you will offer a tiny glance into the incredible mother and person you are.
You always lay a comfy blanket on anyone who sits on our couch because you want us to feel warm and welcome.
You surprise me with home made ice cream sundaes just because.
You drop everything and drive up to San Marcos when I need you with me.
You try to offer me anything and everything of yours (shirts, speaker, gift cards) if I show the slightest interest in them because you are just so generous.
You never tire of letting me cry and vent, and you don’t ever question my shifting moods or indecisiveness.
You created HALO, a club that gives boys and girls of Latino heritage a place to feel safe and proud of themselves.
You do ANYTHING you can to help someone in need.
This is probably 1/1000th of all the things you do that sets you apart from the rest in my eyes, but as I think of more I can update this post until I reach 100, 1000, maybe even 10,000 of your quirky and loving habits to this list.
I’m not too sure how I scored a mom like you.. and often times I feel guilty because I can’t give you as much as you have given me. I will still try though, even though you have made that a tough challenge with all the selfless Iove you’ve poured into Jack and I the past 22 years.
Just know you’re loved so deeply and my life and this world is so much better with you in it.
The enemy is not me. The enemy is not him. There is no enemy. Just simply an immovable Truth. It just is what it is. Something to respect and accept.
The enemy is not me. The enemy is not our past selves and all that we did or didn’t do. There is no enemy. Just simply a natural Truth. It just is what it is. Something we have known, but chose not to welcome.
The Truth is beautiful, however sad it can seem. It is patient and will linger until we are ready to embrace it. Just like you and me, the Truth deserves to be loved and accepted just as it is.
As I sit in my backyard, not really knowing what day it is or how long we as a society have had to adapt to our new reality, I secretly feel grateful for what this time has brought me. When I say secretly, I don’t mean I am hiding these feelings of gratitude from others, but more from myself. My soul has had to reap the life-giving benefits of this shut down of society in private, while my conscious mind plays an endless loop of “normal and appropriate” thoughts such as:
“I don’t deserve this rest, I haven’t done anything to be tired.”
“There are people risking their lives helping others and I am bored at home.” and
“I need to take advantage of this time to do EVERYTHING I haven’t had the time for for the past 20 years.”
Meditation has been a gift that not only keeps my anxious mind and body at bay, but also gives me the opportunity to step into a reality, even if its just for 10 minutes, that’s full of self-compassion rather than self-criticism, clarity rather than fog, and freedom rather than restraint. I share this because today in my daily morning meditation (something I haven’t done consistently until this quarantine began), I realized that giving yourself permission to rest and replenish during this time is not only okay, its beneficial to society as a whole.
Everyone feels like they need permission. To rest, to live in a state of well-being, to be an emotionally healthy human being.
The narrative of our society is “I can focus on my mental, emotional, physical well-being… as long as it doesn’t get in the way of work or school.”
The wake up call we all need: YOU have to give yourself permission to care for yourself, heal yourself, and accept yourself.
We are in a really strange circumstance in which SOCIETY has stopped and said “Hey (insert name here), take a breather and recuperate from the past several decades of constant work, self-criticism, and stress you’ve suffered.” And yet we are still hesitant to accept that offer, even though this (hopefully) is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’m not sure if society is ever going to give us this chance again, and honestly we don’t need everything in the world to stop to have a valid reason to take care of ourselves.
My wish for you is to wake up every morning, whether you know what day of the week it is or not, and believe deep down you are worthy of rest. You don’t have to earn it. You are worthy of healing the wounds within your heart. You don’t need permission. You are worthy of experiencing joy that is not tied to circumstance. It’s just a matter of accepting the offer that is already yours.
No matter the form of your communication, that which you have to share is valuable. It may pack a punch or gently ease a burden.
Loud and firm doesn’t equate to strength, nor does quiet and soft equate to weakness. In whatever form you take, with whatever you are going through, speak truth. Your truth. A shaky whisper can open up the floodgates to growth and healing just as effectively as screaming at the top of your lungs.
I think we all have a little bit of both within us. Ferocity and gentleness. Intensity and quietude. Its important to remember that confidence and insecurity are not tied to specific qualities. A loud, assertive man can be in a state of crippling insecurity while a seemingly meek and quiet man stands in unwavering self confidence. You can flip the men in this situation and it could easily be just as true. The important thing to note is that the way we feel about ourselves is a state of mind, not a permanent sentence. This gives us the freedom to choose a practice of self acceptance or self criticism, which in turn molds a state of insecurity or confidence that we live in.
It doesn’t matter what we say or how we say it. All that matters is that it is said. You never know who may benefit from your honesty. Standing in truth and taking steps toward that truth, no matter how tiny, can build the lasting self confidence that trusting yourself brings.
You lay awake in bed, stricken with the suffocating sense that you need to be doing more, executing more ideas, achieving greater things. An endless pressure lingers above your head, a ticking clock continuously reminding you that you don’t have all day.
Rest, sweet girl. Place your heavy burdens at the feet of someone, something much greater. The body isn’t meant to withstand that type of strain; it is meant to receive guidance and create meaningful work that is sourced from abundance, not lack.
Deadlines, cutthroat competition, and once in a lifetime shots drain the overflowing fountain that is your creativity and capability.
Trust that you will do the life-giving work that heals others just as much as it heals yourself, in your own time and own way. Look away from the endless stream of successes with your comparing eyes, and choose to believe that all the desirable things things you see is reflecting back what is being cultivated within yourself.
Your kindness, determination, empathy, resourcefulness, persistence, and creativity is a batch of ingredients that are slowly but surely cooking up something that this world has never seen but will benefit from in ways much greater than you will ever be able to fully understand. Trust that the magnitude of your pure intentions is enough to attract the soul-fulfilling work you long for.
Here I am, a whole month past my dream trip to The Eternal City.
My past Christmas vacation to Rome proved to be more than just a nice get away, it was a pilgrimage that impacted the way I view my religion and how I fit into such a large community that can seem over my head at times.
The Vatican City is the heart of Catholicism. Thousands of years worth of history emanate from the walls of the Saint Peter’s Basilica and meaning behind every little detail of the architecture, traditions, and practices of Catholicism are never in short supply. Although I have been Catholic all my life, in the presence of the extravagance of this religion on full display, I couldn’t help but feel like I was a bystander observing from the sidelines rather than a member of the faith. I felt intimidated and almost inadequate for not knowing more foundational knowledge about the rich culture I grew up in.
My cousin Zack, who has been attending seminary school in the Vatican City for the past 5 years, helped to ease some of my shame and guided me to seeing the inclusiveness, warmth, and mercifulness of my Higher Power who I call God. Here are 2 quintessential findings that resonated with my spirit most.
1.There are things that are much bigger than us that we will never be able to fully comprehend and that is okay.
As I was strolling the cobbled streets of Rome, gazing at the breathtaking basilicas, ancient ruins, and impressive political and economic buildings, I realized just how overwhelmed I was becoming by trying to understand every bit of history and meaning that walked these streets before me. Nothing is black and white and even the most knowledgeable historians do not know the inner workings of every being who contributed to this rich culture and history of Rome. I realized all I can do is be present, and allow all that I do not know amaze me rather than overwhelm me. I am a tiny particle in this intricate design of people and time. That feels liberating.
2.Asking God what He wants for me fills me with an indescribable peace
As I strolled the breath taking Saint Mary Major Basilica, I noticed many wooded confession boxes (i’m sure there’s a proper name that sounds much better than box) with priests waiting inside them. I figured if there is any “best” time to do confession, it would be in one of the Papal Basilicas in Rome. Even though I was nervous, I walked up to the calm priest and released some things that were weighing on my chest.
The priest’s response to my shaky confessions took me by surprise. He told me to “Ask God what he wants for you.” So simple, yet something I never did before then. In a way maybe I assumed I wasn’t allowed to know, so I never bothered to ask… thus always feeling enveloped in a blanket of anxiety becasue the future appeared pitch black. I tried asking this question for the remainder of the trip, and I was met with a multitude of different sensations. At first, I felt sick to my stomach. Absolutley engulfed in fear and dread as I awaited His answer to my queston. What if His plans were different then mine? What if my world as I have built it starts crumbling down now that I am allowing God to share his hopes and dreams for me?
After a couple of days of fear, my dread started to turn to a peaceful sense of freedom. I felt lighter in a way knowing that if I allow God to tell me what He wants for me, I will have a clear path to follow. One that will ensure me lasting peace, no matter the trials I face on the way. I supposed the main feeling I experienced was security. I didn’t feel as much pressure on my shoulders to “get things right” with my life. I realized that I can trust God enough to pursue His ideas for me, I mean who am I to question that?
I would say that would be my biggest takeaway from this family trip to Rome. I learned a lot of behind the scenes information about the inner workings of the church, its history, and its people. The richness of its existence is one too deep to fully comprehend, and that is what makes it a priceless place to visit.
It is fascinating that there are 7 billion people on this planet and yet each person lives in their own unique world based on their individual perspectives, past experiences, and interpretations of reality. It is almost as if there are 7 billion realities (and that’s just counting humans, not to mention animals and plants) intermingling and attempting to coincide with each other. This thought is comforting to me in a way. It gives me the freedom to let go of the notion that there is one correct way to live and think. Since the reality I live in is controlled by my thoughts, and my thoughts are my own, I have the green light to adjust my thinking in any way I choose to create a reality that feels safe and wholesome.
Since the reality I live in is controlled by my thoughts, and my thoughts are my own, I have the green light to adjust my thinking in any way I choose to create a reality that feels safe and wholesome.
It is frustrating how simple it is to get caught in a cycle of negative thoughts. My negative thoughts are quite sneaky and slither their way into my subconsciousness before I can even notice. They tend to target my self worth, belief in my own abilities, and confidence in my relationships. It usually takes hitting my boiling point to wake up and realize the self destructive behavior I am exhibiting that is fueled by unhealthy thoughts. While I still get stuck in this cycle (especially when my external world is demanding a lot from me), I have been able to greatly reduce the amount of pain, doubt, and anxiousness inflicted upon myself thanks to affirmations.
Affirmations are positive statements that can help you to challenge and overcome self-sabotaging and negative thoughts.
I love affirmations because it is like a gift that keeps on giving. I post them all over my room, my planner, my bathroom mirror (basically everywhere) so that I can be constantly reminded of who I truly am and who I can be.
Some affirmations I have used include:
I am worthy
I am worthy of having deep, meaningful relationships.
It is important to set boundaries and assert my needs, even if others do not understand.
My life is filled with abundant love and opportunities.
The magic of affirmations is the more you see them, say them, and feel them, the more you truly start to believe them and start acting in ways that reflect that. It can feel pretty awkward and unsettling to say an affirmation that your subconscious mind has worked years to prove otherwise, but trust me when I say if you stick with repeating the affirmation over and over and truly give yourself permission to feel the sensations as if it were true, it will become true for you. Like anything, it takes consistency and practice but the payoff is more valuable that you can ever imagine.
Gabrielle Bernstein’s book, Super Attractor, eloquently explains the benefits of affirmations in your daily life and gives simple steps to use them yourself. According to Gabrielle, “feeling good is our birthright”. That is great news!!
Everyday I continue to give myself permission to feel good above all else, and the payoff is miraculous!
Gabrielle Berstein, Super Attractor
That is the whole point of affirmations, allowing yourself a break from the incessant pressure and judgment from the outside world, and taking a moment to feel relief and positivity. Give yourself the gift of feeling good, and you will see the abundance of benefits and change that it brings to your life.
It’s been 2 years since you left. That’s how I feel, like you left us… but in reality you just moved on to the next stage of your existence, to a pure place of peace.
The thought of you being somewhere like that makes me calm, but I still can’t help the selfish part of me that misses your earthly presence. When I’d hug you, I would ignite my senses to their highest ability to capture the moment because I knew one day I’d have to live without your embrace. I’m happy I did, for I have been able to feel you in my dreams in what seems like the same way I did in real life. I wake up from those dreams sad because I’m reminded you’re not here, but that mournful longing is worth it because I get to remember what it was like to have you near me.
You’ve left a foundation for our family that can’t be compromised. For that I’m forever grateful. I was afraid with you gone, everything would crumble. For a little while it seemed that way. But now I see grieving doesn’t destroy a bond that has been so consistently cultivated. I am doing better now. I don’t find my worth in your presence anymore, which I think I did for a long time. You were on this earth, therefore I felt I had a place on this earth too. Now I realize I add value to the universe no matter who is here and who isn’t. Nonetheless, I loved you being here. You’re important to the way I love others and the way I love myself.
I miss you deeply. I think it is time to start trying to connect to you again. You may not be here physically, but you most certainly are not gone. It took me a long time to realize that. I love you and happy new year.