shall be, no matter the length
of time passing between you and
me. Stop dragging your feet, do not
fear — touch, reach out– I promise —
I am here; I bear no ill will, am holding
no grudge. The past is dead, finished, gone —
done. Years down the drain, keep calm — its
time to move on, and cast all anxiety aside. Pick
up the phone and call, what must you lose! We
already lost so much time. But descandsar —
rest — I promise as we reunite, we’ll get by — for
what’s meant to be is..shall..will be…for what’s
meant to be is you — you and me.
- Julia St. Clair, ©2017 *Image from #StayQuotable via Google Image search
O César o nada, its all or nothing. O César
o nada, I must tell you something — O César o
nada — nothing or all, o César o nada, I shall not
fall, o O César o nada, you and me — what will be is shall
and meant to be, o O César o nada, we shall again meet — as
Fernando and Isabel united Spain, and Isabel de Portugal served
regent for her emperador, I know again we’ll be against the rocky
shores, as like ours, both unions were abandoned for awhile, before
either relationship truly begun, we were already together once, twice, you
and I are already twelve steps ahead — just stop it now, don’t be afraid– O César
o nada, my love. Come back, for O César o nada, we are each other’s destiny, O
César o nada, its you and me, O César o nada, where fate soon leads. O César o
nada, I’ve done my best, O César o nada, ritorna, come back, show me something
built to last. O César o nada, I am yours, and you are mine, O César o nada, you’re a
lready here, showing yourself all in due time. O César o nada, I let you and trust in
God to lead, O César o nada, us back together, tanto monta, monta tanto, our destiny. O
César o nada, you can run, but you can’t escape the fates. O César o nada, don’t
forget, dear one, not all is left to God, but given to man for his role to play. O César o
nada, time your time, get ready. O César o nada, I know your heart is full and heavy, but
O César o nada — the most precious thing we’re losing is time. O César o nada — call or
text me now, O César o nada, no one games — again let I be yours, and you be mine.
O César o nada — we cannot turn back the hands of time. O César o nada — but
we can begin, O César o nada, be in the present, be not afraid, for I was and am
always yours, and you were and are always mine. O César o nada, O César o nada,
O César o nada, O César o nada — let us reunite, happy and mature, creating our
future tanto monta, monta tanto —
all in God’s time.
- Julia St. Clair, ©2017, 11:49 AM
Everything works out in the long run, even if we can’t see it now.
– JST.C, 7/19/2017, 4:41EST
Buon giorno tutti, e felice prima di giugno! That’s “good morning everyone, and happy June 1st!” in Italian. Today is the start of a brand new month, one that I feel nothing but happiness and positive vibes about. Historically, June has always been a prime month in my life where many chances occurred. From graduating junior high (I graduated high school and college in May), to losing my grandparents within exactly a year and two weeks of each other (my grandmother ascended three days before her birthday), realizing my love for la citta just as I left Rome and recovered my repressed love for the city in general (ti amo, Manhattan) to going to concerts, being a bridesmaid in my cousin’s wedding, taking finals and regents, even starting a new job, many of life’s large journeys crossed their paths during this time of the year, and I’m on high alert — but in a good way. Therefore, I want to spread the joy and positive energy out there for anything and everything that is to come.
It’s also the month of St. Anthony, the patron saint of miracles and lost things in Catholicism. Whether you’re skeptical or not, this saint has done the impossible for myself and my friends for God knows how long. From helping my great-grandmother during a dangerous childbirth with my grandfather, finding my cousin’s now-husband, and helping me in various aspects of my life, it’s no surprise as to why he’s my favorite saint and beloved intercessor. His feast day is June 13th, a day that is not to be feared because of the modern legend of the number, but to be celebrated and multiplied with positive intent, energy, healing, and love.
Here’s a short *prayer to get the month started and lift your spirits up. May happiness and love fill your heart, and, as the Grateful Dead said, “once in a while you get shone the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.” Avere un giungo Benedetto!
Caro Dio — Dear Lord,
As we enter this sacred month, help me to remain calm and
be fruitful in all that I do. Help me and assist me, Dear Lord, in
fulfilling my goals and finally obtaining– and regaining– my
heart’s true desires. Let my mind be not troubled, but ever
growing and glowing in grace, knowledge, wisdom, and love. And
thank you, God, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Holy Spirit, thank you,
Blessed Virgin Mary, and thank you, St. Anthony, patron saint
of miracles and returning lost people and items–and all the angels and saints and
ancestors hearing me–for all that has been given and the even
better things that are to come. And so it is– amen.
*this prayer is open to all regardless of religion or faith. Names can be switched out or changed to the participant’s liking.
Buff-a-dub-dub, three hands
in a tub — scrubbing the grim away
in vain effortlessly to show the surface,
to make her clean. Buff-a-dub-dub — embers
glow in the tub as the dark, sticky
covering was erased. Buff-a-dub-dub — true
light, true hope, true love radiates forth from
the tub, detonating a glow that renews and
refreshes her face — she is at peace.
- Julia St. Clair©2017
Dear *God, Jesus, Mary, St. Anthony, Lakshmi, St. Jude, St. Michael, all the angels and saints and ancestors —
Hear my prayer. Grant me a mighty
heart to be good, mature, and
grounded at all times. Help me
understand what my mind cannot
comprehend, hold my hand and direct
my paths; Thank you for all you’ve given
me, and all that will be given — help me use
the law of attraction to obtain my heart’s
desires, let go, and live my life in peace. And when
the time comes for these gifts to be brought forth,
deliver them to me the best way possible, one in
which I expect yet do not expect. Praise be to God
and the universe — consider it done.
…and so it is. Amen.
*insert the name(s) of deities you personally worship while reciting the prayer
I forgive you, little
dove. For stealing the
life I once had, for snatching
away my man. Masking your
words, displaying them as
mine; out of your beak comes
nothing but lies. You slaughtered
my world, slashed up my heart — took
away my pride; tore my sense of self a-
part. Yet the phoenix dies and rises from
her ashes to life anew.
I made a new life, one you can never
have. Years later I know the self can
thrive without a man. Yet memories played,
though time long passed — I could never forgive
you. The bitter taste of betrayal forever stained
my heart. Though you were just a temporary
replacement for a best friend, your farce impacted
me so — so long for others, it took to trust. And after
seemingly making peace with my past, your evil still
lingered stains on several souls — it felt like
swallowing tar to mention your character. This I
thought — her I shall not forgive.
One day another idea pops — tis
really worth it all? My light, my love, my
hopeful cheer — turning to gloom and
disgust whenever the topic somehow
appears. No — I need no negativity involved
in my life; the darkness is over — and this
is my light.
It took me so long, but now I forgive; not for
you them him — oh pigeon who
thinks she’s “beloved” — I absolve you
for myself, for in the battle of evil versus
good, the light of the intellect always wins.
- Julia St. Clair©2017