Suzie Sateri


Monday, September 18, 2017

Soul Water Baby

When we hold a child, we hold a soul.
The deep underground water.

Their cries tell us a story we might not otherwise have the ability to listen to, nor understand.
In that deep water is a soul here to be loved unconditionally.

Their laughter is as sweet as birds chirping through a radiant sunrise.
In that deep water is a soul here to love us unconditionally. 


Friday, September 1, 2017

Go Figure

I didn't know you were loving me when I felt most unlovable. Go figure.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Alessia Cara - Scars To Your Beautiful

Like Beautiful Fireflies

What I really want to know in the end is, will he be able to forgive me?... to forgive us with his whole heart? Will I be able to forgive him?... to forgive them with my entire heart? I know we will.

It's hot in here and I'm trying to think about going back to sleep again. I'm staying awake, wondering what time the delivery service is going to happen with fresh items from the farm. Looking out the door at the city lights flickering like beautiful fireflies.

I understand he is waiting for me and I love him so much for that as I am waiting for him too.

I also understand that stars have scars uncovered in space when the right timing aligns. The stories we carry make us shine so bright in the night sky. And he is one of them because of me.

I still love him with everything I have and everything I am. Once in a while I'm reminded of how much I need him. When it happens I find myself practically screaming his name or running to his side for comfort.

We walked by him twice. The first time he was sitting calm on a bench. One could sense the fire in his soul so kept our distance. The second time his vulnerability made my heart melt.

The first time he was defending me for the second time.

The delivery has arrived and I'm glad I left the lights on because it's still dark outside.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Painting Gold

"You can go there." My son says while referring to a painting.

The painting is of a snowy path surrounded by trees with golden light. I created a philosophy about it. My philosophy is that the painter walked a path alone that was too beautiful not to share.

I look at my son like he is golden and smile in my heart.

Suzie Sateri

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Hammer Hands

Downtown Disneyland live music.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Must Be Somebody's Baby

Everybody is somebody's baby.