Feelin' La Herradura by Lucia Fernandez

Close your eyes, listen to the waves, smell the salt in the air and feel the warmth on your skin...soak it in.

Wake up, and walk into your dream...the real dream. Embrace every moment with all that you are.

En blanco y negro by Lucia Fernandez

Modern Barcelona architecture - brilliant minds, creative hearts

Destiny is not what is already made. Destiny is what we are making.
— Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan

12/31-01/01 by Lucia Fernandez

Seattle to Barcelona, overnight and day one...


Let me see you... by Lucia Fernandez



We are together for 16 years. You are by my side through all the adventures, trials and triumphs. My little observer, you are timid, curious, and gentle; ever present and ever loving. So sweet, so small. Your eyes shining bright, look up at me - a whole world of love and light reflect back.

When you lie on your back, paws in the air, playfully rolling side to side...I see you delighting in the joy of the moment

When you look up at me, inquisitive, your eyes asking ‘may I please have a treat?’...I see you being who you are, asking for what you need

When I pick you up, paws wrapped around my neck...I see you bewildered as I sing to you, dancing around the room

When you melt into my scratching fingers, your head and neck turning back and forth...I see you in bliss, basking in the love I shower upon you

When you walk towards me, lay down and place your paw on me...I see you showing me your warmth and devotion

When I tap the plate with my finger, showing you where your food is when you can’t find it...I see you growing old

When one day your legs stop working, and panicking you slide forward, trying to move...I see you in trouble and I know something is very wrong inside your little body

When I wake up next to you, stroking your face and looking into your eyes as you lay there immobile...I see you fading away from me

When I cry and tell you ‘thank you for your life, thank you for all the light you shared with me’’….I see you listening to me, your eyes telling me it’s ok to let go

When I wrap myself around your small, soft body as the vet gives you the lethal injection, I feel your head drop on my arm...I see you lying still, your spirit leaving your body, and I know my sweet girl is free

When I’m at home and I feel your presence, I see a shadow or hear your meow...I see you with me, alive in my heart - inspiring curiosity and playfulness, reminding me to open my heart, to take risks and love fully

I see you, baby girl, with a heart full of gratitude for all that you are

Love - mama


Prehension by Lucia Fernandez

pre·hen·sion: the action of grasping or seizing.

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved...For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, “The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.”
— Viktor E. Frankl - Man's Search For Meaning
In the end, it is not enough to think what we know. We must live it. For only by living it can Love show itself as the greatest principle.

...at a certain point, how we live inside takes priority. At a certain point for each of us, talk evaporates and words cannot bring Love into the open. Only the soul’s presence coming from us can attract the soul’s presence in others.
— Mark Nepo - The Book Awakening 04/28

This day is a gift

Words spoken from the heart are a gift

And there is no greater gift than the soul's expression of love reflected back in the eyes of another

Let it be revealed, and cherished

the space between by Lucia Fernandez

It’s a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediately filling up the space. By waiting, we begin to connect with a fundamental restlessness as well as fundamental spaciousness.
— Pema Chodron 

a magical space exists between things


where all the answers live, waiting patiently for us to arrive


to stop and listen...to the vastness of possibility unfolding


something real begins to take shape in trusting the expansion and illumination

of the seemingly empty space between



Mood by Lucia Fernandez

The magnificent turbulence and pull of life is impossible to ignore when looking up in wonder at the sky