Cultivate Curiosity… There is Hope Even in Unimaginable Circumstances. That’s the title of the poetry book I completed in May 2024, a project born out of a deep sense of hope that I’ve been feeling even more strongly in recent weeks.
From an early age, I understood the preciousness of life. Navigating its challenges hasn’t always been graceful, but through these experiences, I’ve learned invaluable lessons in forward thinking, joy, and empathy. Sharing these insights has become my life’s mission.
One of those lessons is encapsulated in the poem Now Is The Time. It’s a reminder not to let opportunities slip by—whether out of fear or a lack of resources. While I’ve had my share of being sidetracked, I also know that I’ve emerged from difficulties with hope and the support of friends.
This poem urges you not to wait for some imagined perfect time in the future. Don’t delay your dreams thinking it will be easier or more convenient later. Act on what you believe in today. The world is waiting, and the angels, along with the spirits of our ancestors, are ready to guide you in creating something beautiful.
NOW IS THE TIME
Now is the time to grow
don’t say you’ll wait
until 30 or 40 — 60 or 80
now is the time to grow
Visit your ancestors
by land or by dream
look at every detail
ask for their wisdom
sublime and supreme
Look around a voracious world
with querying eyes
with a child's eyes
with auspicious eye
Beloved —be bold
with caring for our old
now is the time to know
into bigger shoes we grow
by what's given not sold
Stretch your arms wide
finger to finger tip
neighbor to neighbor
maybe even hip to hip
Now is the time to grow
we might barely meet
even if one hundredth inch a gap
4rest assured each and every seat
pain and joy none less than that
Through smiles or tears we know
fears, hopes, dreams show
our callings today
come rain come shine say
now is the time to grow
Our notion in motion
come major or minor
by design we’re alike
billion dollar baby, blue-collar donor
Now is the time to grow
We can change many facet
like branches our arms
they bend and sway
living curiously do respond
when compassion calls
Now is the time to grow
What roots our feet stray
is not the same Pellegrino
on my table yours?
or this planet swelled with heat
on fire need quell our waters meet?
Now is the time to grow
Now is the time to grow