We all have those moments when the world brings us to our knees, leaving us questioning our strength to rise again. The answer is always “Yes.” We possess the resilience to stand tall once more. The life we are living is shaped by our thoughts, habits, actions, and the people we surround ourselves with. If you seek change, you know where to begin. A redesign starts with introspection and intentional shifts. Every expression of love deserves appreciation, even if it isn’t always reciprocated. Love’s value lies in its giving, not just in its receiving. Our minds are powerful tools. When … Continue reading Things to think…

We often let precious encounters slip by, comforting ourselves with the thought that there will be a ‘when’ in the future. Yet, the truth is that time offers no such guarantees. It is a fickle, unpredictable entity, full of limited misfortunes. Instead of waiting for that elusive ‘when,’ turn it into today. Reach out to that old friend you haven’t seen in ages. Share a moment, rekindle the connection, and cherish the present.🙏🏾❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Precious Encounter

My melanin is seen as a threat by those who fail to understand its beauty. How dare I value myself in this skin? How dare I demand the respect that should be inherent to every human? Who am I to want equality in a world that sees my hue as a target? I am a black woman. The least celebrated, yet I hold a strength beyond measure. I will celebrate myself. I will celebrate my people and our rich culture. I will rise, no matter how many times I am pushed down. For I am the soil that nurtures my … Continue reading Oyá!

Are the Gods we revere so powerless that they need our bloodshed to prove their strength? Or is it our fragile egos we are truly defending, cloaked in the guise of divine honor? In the quiet of our hearts, let us find the courage to face this truth, and seek to build a world where love, understanding, and humility reign above all. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Pencil Sketch & Charcoal – Children & War Continue reading Powerless

Awakening takes on many forms; it is a journey unique to each of us. Both the heart and mind serve as gateways, inviting us to discover our true selves. Each soul, with its own distinct essence, finds its path in its own time and way. Remember, no one is ever truly left behind or forgotten. Even those who may not hold any beliefs are on their own spiritual journey. Saravá! 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Journey

The forest sang a long, mournful song, a sad harmony that echoed through the trees. The colorful feather ornaments held the essence of Brazil, with yellows, greens, blues, and vibrant reds reflecting the beauty of the land. The music of the forest and streams created a vibrant symphony, a celebration of life. Yet, in an instant, the mood shifted. The joy dissolved, replaced by a deep sorrow that resonated through the flowering forest. A lament filled the air, a poignant cry that silenced the once lively world. The forest stood still. Silent. A profound quietness enveloped the trees, as if … Continue reading Lament

I do not want to be a ghost haunting my own life. I refuse to become a shadow, a mere echo of someone else’s dreams, lost in the pursuit of mediocrity. I will not allow others’ opinions to overshadow the essence of who I am. Everyone is my equal, and I will never forget that. Perfection, to me, is a myth, and I do not desire to find joy in others’ flaws. I reject the role of the know-it-all, for humility and gratitude are the true markers of wisdom. I embrace the sun and the rain with open arms, fearing … Continue reading Masterpiece

It’s in those quiet moments, the ones spent sifting through old photos or humming along with the melody, that the essence of these scenes unfurls. The familiar grooves and skipped beats of vinyl records echo the rhythm of our memories: imperfect yet invaluable. The gentle strumming of the guitar strings in a dim-lit room, the soft clinks of a spoon against a porcelain cup, the way the curtains billow slightly with the evening breeze—each element paints a vivid landscape of solitude and nostalgia. When twilight whispers and the world is painted in hues of auburn and gold, you can almost … Continue reading Nostalgia

I closed my eyes to commit a sin, far from the river of sleep. Its soothing song lured me, tempting me to uncover its deep secrets. On its lofty banks, my hopes and dreams lament, their tears reaching the riverbed. Carrying my wishes, the river lent a shoulder to my woes, swallowing forever my failures—failures I never meant. On its shores, I dethroned a sunrise, reducing it to mere flames, clinging to a fading twilight. I proudly laid my claim and built a castle of sand, my kingdom of chimera. Under the genial light of hope, I reveled in my … Continue reading Closed