Select your effects.
Choose the words you hear and speak,
make sure they nourish.

– Grace Y. Estevez


Letters flying
circle quickly,
create new words
that swim swiftly.
Making statements
as they combine,
so I can choose
which ones are mine

Words are floating
around my head,
blurry visions
that go unread.
Painting pictures
within my mind.
playing scenes,
scripted inside.

Motioned pictures
rapidly show,
things I never
knew I know.
Opened wise eye,
logic thought blind,
seeing answers
details defined.

Answers arrive
before the questions,
knowing all facts
and intentions.
Helping me find
all keys I seek,
feel vibrations,
in words, I speak

– Grace Y. Estevez

The Outstanding Blogger Award

Ace recently nominated me for The Outstanding Blogger Award. I appreciate and admire Ace so much, her words carry magical particles in them. Ace’s blog focuses on truth and love as a mission, and it definitely shows. See for yourself!


  1. Provide the link to the creator’s original award post (Colton Beckwith RPC)
  2. Answer the questions provided.
  3. Create 7 unique questions. Nominate 10 bloggers. Ensure that they are aware of their nomination. Neither the award’s creator nor the blogger that nominated you can be nominated.
  4. At the end of 2021, every blog that ping-backs the creator’s original post will be entered to win the 2021 Outstanding Blogger award.

Ace’s Questions

  1. If your life was a movie, what would the title be?
    “Happily Ever After”
  2. What’s your favorite song of all time?
    I honestly can’t answer this question, I have way too many favorites and listen to so many different genres of music. I guess it really depends on my mood.
  3. Handwrite or type?
    Definitely handwritten. I write much quicker than I can type. lol
  4. What are three things you can’t live without?
    Love, Inner peace, Water
  5. Do you believe in telepathy?
  6. When have you felt your biggest adrenaline rush?
    When I met my Twin Flame
  7. If there was no internet, do you think the world would be better or worse?
    I don’t think it would be better or worse, just different. Both scenarios have advantages and disadvantages.

My Nominees:

My Questions:

  1. If you could choose a superpower, what would it be?
  2. What’s your favorite pastime?
  3. If you can have a wish granted, what would you ask for?
  4. What is your favorite animal?
  5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
  6. Who do you consider to be an inspiration?
  7. If an alien invited you on their spaceship, would you go?


When life is done, if memories last,
I will hold the good times from my past.
Fond memories, of carried smiles,
euphoric flurries, when laughs ran wild.

Every old road will become slides,
bright carnivals, packed with fun rides,
Possessions owned, now left behind,
for all I worked, I earned my pride.

All lessons learned, fly from their jars,
light up the sky, form shiny stars.
The ugly times will then be buried,
as my soul clears without a worry

Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Open my eyes to read my story,
close them once more, relive the glory.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Candle Light

Light a candle,
then search the flame.
It takes a breath,
I do the same.

The fire dances
a rhythmic sway,
my body moves
in the same way.

The hot wax drips
along each side,
smile as tears drop,
from both my eyes.

Inhale all hope,
the light emits.
Energies guide
and soon transmit.

Clear and pure thoughts
are now evoked,
exhale all pain,
watch as it smokes.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Self Sacrifice

Entangled by an alluring dance,
oblivious to its mute romance.
Entrapped and captured, soon seduced,
by knots so tight, they can’t come loose.

I toss and turn, try hard to sway,
the more I move, the more I stay.
My helpless heart stands still in place,
gives into loss, no will to chase.

But sacrifice is not my name,
refuse to play these worthless games.
Calm all my nerves, search through my mind,
tasting the hope that I soon find.

Open my eyes and come to see,
my captor has always been me.
The ego side, afraid to live,
realizing this, makes all knots give

– Grace Y. Estevez

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