I was gonna write a poem and post it as a day 11 entry, but I thought that it would be best to document yesterday’s joys because not only was it my daughters third birthday it was also my parents 40 anniversary.

I’m grateful for all the love I have been able to witness and share with these special people and I’m especially happy that my lord placed them in my life as family. it’s a blessing that is too much to describe with words.

praise god for the goodness that joins us, and the love the embraces us from every angle.

all this to say that yesterday and today I haven’t had a minute to myself to tend to the 365. I had family come in and I have been tending to them and learning and loving and growing and creating memories.

day 12 on it’s way.

“be good to your family y’all”

praise be to the lord
of love, that I was found fit
to be her mother

day 9:365

www.lizagarzasignature.com

maybe if i could forget the color of his casket

or what he wore the day he was buried

or how swollen his hand was while he was in intensive care

or the look on his face

or the voicemails on my phone from him that i would listen to months after his transition

maybe if i could forget the last words he spoke to me,

or if i could remove the ache that wont heal from the pit of my chest

maybe you would understand that i am just a woman healing

but still worthy of being loved.

badassmuslimahs:

Swift’s Song - Liza Garza with Gritz & Jelly Butter (via Splendor)

loteriart:

Luna y Sol earrings. Made by Liza Garza

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I want these!

i found beauty in

my wounds, maybe that is why they

never seem to heal

www.lizagarzasignature.com ear art.

www.lizagarzasignature.com  wood ear art.

i have

followed you, 

unfollowed you,

blocked you, 

tagged you

sent a friends request

unfriended you

yet you still remain in my heart

day 5:365

day 4:365 (99names)

only take credit for the photo of the wood art, not the art itself. i found it in a random shop in algeria. 

my 365 experience so far. thanks ali.

javiercarrete:

Persist

Pixar’s inspiring letter to all the world’s creative

by Austin Madison, Pixar animator

Animator Letters Project

she reminds me of her father, except she is still in love with me

its only day 2. 

and i am so intrigued by how i am processing this exercise. this commitment to daily documenting creativity and making it public. 

it brings so much forward. 

for me, the violence of art is the remembrance of god. 

it is a means by which to witness the birth and the beauty of faith, and courage.

i have been reflecting on what it means to “honor your art” 

or your talent, and how this relates to mastery of it. 

ive always had this difficulty with social networks, yet i also testify to how much good they can bring if used with the best intention.

and so part of my discomfort is that what is posted although it may relay the sentiment to some extent, it may not touch the root of what inspired it, its like a half cooked meal, or a conversation that ends abruptly, or a song with the wrong arrangement.

all this to say, its day 2. and im realizing im not fully committed to this challenge yet. 

im pondering my intention with it, and may or may not be here tomorrow with another entry…

he says he knows god.

yet his prayers sound like he is conversing with the devil

hesitant he reaches for the “right” language, scared his plea for strength may produce a feat instead of a ease to cover him. 

this is not a bargain, or a negotiation, or a trick…

how much more favor do we need upon us to convince us

to have a better opinion of our lord.

last night i dreamt of distant languages

and i lost my desire to use your words as weapons against me

and against youself.

i have found that most times i join in you your battle, and am guilty of joining forces with the enemy. when you, you are not my enemy.

we distanced ourself from the only thing we found worthy of our attention, of our affection, we made our blessing our affliction and now i seek forgiveness on behalf of both of us, a prayer in silent, a love so violent

i still tend to my wounds, not knowing if i am healing or if i am whole, they trick me, and laugh at me, hiding, disguising themselves as rewards of bitter days that i can say made me stronger, made me wiser, 

yet all the while the only thing they truly made me is alone.