The Writings of Gabriela Garcia Medina

February 18, 2010

A Late Night Contemplation

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I have forgotten that the world is smiling

That my dreams don’t fit through any doorway

And my spirit shines brighter than the sun

I have forgotten what it is like to love

And have adopted cynicism as my coping mechanism

I have forgotten that strangers are open

And friends are available

That poetry is therapeutic

And that prayer is healing

The spark in my heart has dimmed to a flicker

Trauma now blankets my fears

And isolation is the only place I find solace

The sky is not weeping yet I see no sunshine

The path is clear

Yet I stand stagnant, stuck, still, uncertain

waiting for something that isn’t coming

I am lost in the translation of my own identity

I am not who I believed I was

And I am not who I wanted to be

But I am human, genuine, beautiful

Authentically confused

Uniquely disturbed

And daringly open to smiling again.

Writing again.

Living again.

February 21, 2009

The Invisible Janitor.

Filed under: Journal — Tags: , , , , , , — gabriela @ 12:42 pm

I arrived from a two week tour back home to Los Angeles for the weekend. My friend Wanjiro was waiting for me at the airport and since my luggage had decided to catch a slightly later flight than myself, i inivted Wanjiro out to lunch and we would later return to the airport to pick up my suitcase.

One of our favorite lunch places in Los Angeles is Govinda, the HareKrishna Center Restaurant, featuring lots and lots of vegetarian and vegan friendly selctions of yummy fresh foods that have all been prayed over before brought out onto the buffet table from the kitchen. Delicious good-karma food and it’s only $7 per plate, anyhow….on our way to Govinda from the airport we took the 405N exited Venice and began driving East on Venice Blvd. A few blocks past Overland my friend steps on her breaks like her water just broke and she’s not even pregnant. Good thing we didnt have any cars behind us or something else may have broken, anyways….she stops her car smack in the middle of Venice Blvd. and starts screaming “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! That was Nate!!!!” I had not seen anyone other than an older heavy-set white man struggling to cross the Blvd. “Who’s Nate?” i ask her thinking this must be someone extremly important to make her react like this. “Nate was my high school janitor” she explains “he was always around Venice High cleaning and the kids would all make fun of him, you know how kids are with janitors; well, i was always the one who would stop whenever i saw him and talk to him, we would talk about his day, about my classes, about everything, the other kids started making fun of me too for talking to Nate all the time, but that never made me stop. On my graduation day, i received a card from Nate with a hundred dollar bill inside it for my future studies. It made me want to cry because all those times i had been nice to him, i never wanted anything in return, and the fact that this man, this janitor, took the time to write me a card and give me a graduation present, meant a lot to me and i never got to thank him.” OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I screamed like my water had just broken and i’m not even pregnant, quickly, turn the car around, let’s find Nate. Wanjiro started moving with a quickness in her little WV beetle, racing down Venice East, U-turn, racing down Venice West, U-turn and finally pulling up on the side of the road near a man struggling to walk. It was Nate. We got out of the car and Wanjiro rushed to hug him. He was surprised and a little alarmed, we had caught him off guard, but immediatley recognized her. Wanjiro told him that she’d gone back several times to Venice High looking for him because she had always wanted to thank him for his kind graduation gift, but that she never found him there. Nate told us he had been switched to the night shift and he was focused specifically on the West Gym. Wanjiro told him that his gift had meant a lot to her and then she proceeded to share with him that this May she would be graduating college and going on to Grad School so that she could become a Teacher and Social Worker. Nate had a big smile on his face, he told us “That is the best news i have received today, im happy that even in a very small way, i was able to help you on your path” We said our goodbyes, and continued on our way to Govinda, Nate had not only made a difference in Wanjiro’s life, he had also now made a big difference in mine. It’s so beautiful how small acts of kindness can soften our hearts and remind us of the goodness in people that could make anything in the world possible!

February 19, 2009

Gabriela Garcia Medina, an Introduction by Cesar Gonzalez

The day my boyfriend and i decided to transition our relationship from a romantic one, to a friendship, he gave me this poem. I had asked him a long time ago if he would be willing to write the Introduction for my upcoming book, or an intro for who really is Gabriela Garcia Medina?!? He is a computer Engineer by trade, but he is so much more than that, he is an incredible writer, and one of the most beautiful people i have ever met. It was hard to decide we would transition, but it was beautiful to receive this gift on the day we made the decision! I think it’s very brave of him to write me a poem (that he agreed i could publish), if only we would all challenge ourselves to be brave even when it is scary to do so!

Gabriela Garcia Medina, an Introduction by Cesar Gonzalez

Humming and painting and sewing and writing,
Creative, in flow, this is She, and she’s flying
Amidst incense and colors and Lila Downs records,
Mirrors and Outkast, and leg-warmers with checkers.

Beautiful and focused she channels creativity,
Says she’s the medium not the source, and gives thanks for her ability.

Forget where it comes from, her magic is inspiring and bold
Seeing her on stage is a sight to behold.

She walks up with a smile, and opens her heart.
Fifteen minutes later….she has two-hundred new friends — that’s her art.

She loves with a passion
And also speaks loudly.
Wears her skin proudly,
And creates her own fashions.

In frilly clown-shirts and hundred year-old broaches,
Sexy lingerie and a skirt, you know she looks flawless.

With each new person, she opens her eyes
And looks at them as if for the very first time
(Oh wait, it IS the first time you say? then why don’t the rest of us see them that way?)

At only five-feet two-inches, with dark hair and brown eyes,
You would think she’d get lost in a crowd of tall Gringos.

Nope.

When she walks in a room her presence can’t be denied,
There are smiles, there’s love. Hey! I’ve been to her shows!

When she gets to work, it’s inspiring to see
The to-do list items get crossed out with glee.

There’s focus and purpose, hard work and alchemy
A few hours get transformed into…..oh…..a new poem, a clean kitchen, another handmade shirt, twelve friendly calls, Yoga class, five booked shows, handmade cards for all her friends, and a vegan-Cuban dinner for her boyfriend.

If someone dies, she offers words of encouragement –
“They lived a good life full of love, and fulfillment.”
(Shhh! It’s too soon. He just died; they’re still grieving.)
But you know she can’t help the way she’s perceiving.

She’s climbed Huayna Picchu, and cycled across the US
in three months and a day, and with very sore legs.

Let’s go on a trip — Geneva, Africa, and Argentina
with a stop in Havana and a cup of tea in Bolivia.

A bike and snake have nothing in common,
except on the road when you cycle upon them.
Screaming and crying she cycles much faster,
Uphill, against rain, so that snake won’t get past her.

Of all the things there are, to be scared of in life,
Like people, and stages, and opening up,
The two things she fears are snakes and tall heights,
No wonder she pursues what she wants in her life.

A beautiful person once taught me to say,
Life is too short, live for today.
That doesn’t mean you give up on the future.
By investing this moment your attention and love,
The world spreads its arms and opens its doors.

Standing ovations, connections and magic,
Free upgrades, free meals, smiles and excitement
Abundance and laughter, success and adventure
Are yours to be had, are yours without measure.

Truth is a voice, have you heard it inside you?
It whispers, it fades, its message gets garbled.

Her Truth is a screaming Giant; it can be hard to ignore.
That conviction, that love, make her good to the core.

Life is a dream,
Magical, fun, and exciting.
All around you are signs
Of God’s work, it’s Her writing.

December 5, 2008

The Gift.

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , — gabriela @ 5:53 pm

The Gift.

Life is a timba song
And it’s heart is the clave.
Clap – Clap- Clap - ClapClap
The clave;
It beats strong
And it beats steady throughout the song
Steady and conscious of itself
For it is the foundation
It is essential to the music
The root that holds everything together
Without it, nothing else makes sense
We are the claves
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
Our mothers are the claves
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
Our fathers are the claves
Clap – Clap – Clap – ClapClap
This beat is the gift of our ancestors
It is our birthmark
Branded onto our hips like tattoos
We carry the clave in our bones
And speak, like we move, in rhythm
Everywhere there is breath, there is salsa
You can find our music
Behind barrio alleys
On Hialeah street corners
In Brooklyn basements
Zabumba on Sundays
Santeria celebrations
Little cousin’s quinceaneras
And family reunions
Yes our music is everywhere we are.
There are Rueda classes in Chicago,
Cuban Festivals in Montana,
And of course there is always a reason to party in Little Havana
We have left our legacy in Alaska, Mexico, Canada, Beijing, Peru
And I bet even the esquimos in Antarctica know how to shake it inside their igloos
Our music has come full circle in Africa,
where it pays homage to its origins and rejoices its evolution
You can also find it at any Arcade in the form of Dance Revolution
It is shared in Indian Reservations, and in Tokyo night clubs,
There are even residues of our flavor in Germany, Britain, France and Spain
Through the sounds of maracas; yes, they too share a part of us, (Well, at least they try!)
Because Cubans, like our music, have touched every corner of the world
We are ambassadors of the drum and representatives of peace
Wherever the clave is, there is a celebration
So tell the UN that all they need to do to bring world peace is cancel the Geneva Convention and hold a Timba Pary instead
Teach Afghanis and Pakistanis to dance a Rueda
Make Israelis and Palestinians have to dance together
North Korea and South Korea will tap their feet
To the same salsa beat
And realize how similar they really are
And when the congas play to the trumpet sound
Walls will come down and bright colored streamers will fly high in the sky
Children from warring countries will look into each other’s eyes
And dance to the Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap
We will all dance our wars away
Russia and Georgia will share an enchufle
China will give Tibet a sombrero
And US Troops will do an Adios with Iraq
Because when two strangers are engaged in this musical exchange
They are connected, feet moving together
Hands touching, bodies flowing, souls glowing,
And hearts overcome with compassion
And how can there be wars when there is compassion?
How can we look into each others eyes and not find love?
So let our music be our contribution
Let this Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap be our gift
Wherever the congas beat there is my culture sharing itself with the world
Bringing love straight to your doorstep,
Instead of guns, drums shake the earth beneath your feet like an electric beam of light sending little shocks of joy through your blood stream.
Instead of bombs, we drop beats that make even the stiffest of hips move to the groove of the base, creating one people, one love, one race
Our music is everything
It is not a reminder of home, because music is our home
Clap- clap- clap- clapclap
Clapping its way into our yesterdays
And influencing the sounds of tomorrows
As Celia reminds us “Que la vida es un Carnaval”
And this becomes our philosophy
We learn to live like we dance, smiling at the joy that is life
Timba, salsa, son
tropetas, congas y cajon
Yes!
She, too, is a gift to me,
Her spirit resonates in all my poetry
And her rhythm resides within me
Flowing skirt
And dancing shoes
Toes vibrating inside stilettos
Mouth singing
Arms swinging
Fluterring like tropical butterflies
Sweat drips on shaking hips
And lips smile uncontrollably
Cause when I am dancing I am Queen
No scratch that, I am Goddess
No scratch that, I am Queen Goddess!
Exuding sexuality with every contraction
With every release
I release sensuality
Like I was drenched in honey
And men, like bees stick to my sweaty sweetness till their legs fall off
Cause when I am dancing
I forget my insecurities, my fears
I forget that I haven’t set foot on Cuban soil in years
I forget that there’s bills waiting for me at home
That my mother was angry when we last spoke on the phone
I forget that I have an overdue parking ticket,
That there is work on Monday morning
There’s always traffic on the 110
And that gas is $3.99 a gallon
When I am dancing
I am living for the moment
For this music
The next step
The next turn
Who knows how the song will end?
All I know is that my smile is so bright in this moment it could light up a city
After each and every song, my body is ready to collapse in exstasy, like that feeling of release you get right after the best orgasm of your life.
I wanna kiss my sweaty stranger of a partner and say Thank you Thank You Thank you!
Yo don’t know how much this meant to me!
And my breath is so sweet it smells like evaporated sugar canes
My cheeks are so red they burn with love
My eyes so big they are filled with compassion
And my life has meaning
Because as long as I have this gift,
this music,
I will always know who I am
And the world will be my dancefloor.
Clap-Clap-Clap- ClapClap

The World’s Greatest Magician!

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , — gabriela @ 5:50 pm

The World’s Greatest Magician!

I want to be the world’s GREATEST Magician
I don’t want to disappear people, then bring them back
And I don’t wanna pull cute little bunnies out of a hat
NO!
I want to be a Practical Magician
A Wizard of transformation
Shaman
High Priestess
Curandera
Brujita
Santera
An inventor of light in the midst of darkness
Making something out of nothing

Like when I didn’t have any money for clothes
And I taught myself how to sew
Modifying hand-me-downs and making them my own
Soon to be known as the Cubanita Magician entrepreneur
I could turn recycled Goodwill fabrics
into high fashion original couture
With creative alterations
That would have the whole cast of Project Runway
Turn their heads at my creations
This magic born from necessity
Poured itself into my fingertips
Like second nature
As if I’d had a dream
That I could master a sewing machine
And what do you know!
I woke up the next morning and I knew how to sew
Poof
Ache
Like Magic!

Cause when we don’t have enough of what we need
We make do with what we got
And YES….Life gets rough
But we’ll never NOT
Have plenty
And YES…we might have to get a Toyota instead of a Bentley
But who needs a Bentley when we’ve got MAGIC
Passed down from our ancestors
Who whisper to us gently
As we listen intently
To the knowledge they have brought
And we grow into magicians
Learn to manifest with our thought
We develop this skill
All our needs are fulfilled
All obstacles overcome
We make some
Where there is none
With magic!

Como cuando hay poco dinero pero un gran apetito
Cubanos can hook up some spam con arroz y huevo fritos
Cocinado en un sabroso sofrito
Para chuparse los deditos!!!
(y que no se te olviden los platanitos!)
Like my grandfather
Mi Abuelito
The magician of the kitchen
Who could use left-overs and make enough to eat
To feed our whole block plus our cousins who lived on another street
With just a leg of chicken,
Skin and bones
A slice of butter
A cup of water
And stale bread
A pinch of salt
And a drop of oil
In his pots, he would stir, fry and boil
Then place it in the oven on a sheet of tin foil
Let it cool off for the final phase
And our whole barrio would have chicken croquetas for days!
That appeal to even the pickiest eater
Who’ll grub it down faster than a parking meter
Cause who doesn’t want a piece of the magic?
Like bread and wine
We digest a piece of the divine
And we become Magicians!

Like my grandma
An herbal engineer
When Western Medicine fails to make your pain disappear
She can prescribe natural cures and plants that heal
Like my uncle who can turn an old beat up rusty Chevy automobile
Into the hottest new wheels
That fit like 10 people inside
We sit on each other’s laps and our thighs overlap
Like our English and our Spanish
Nobody really knows how we do it!
But we manage
And we cruise and we laugh
And we always overcome
We make some
Where there is none
With magic!

And we are not happy to be poor
But we are happy despite our poverty
We are not excited about our life struggles
But we are excited to be alive
Cause we are magicians
Making the impossible
Possible
The unimaginable
Tangible
Creating wealth where there is nothing
Fill voids with hope
And communities with resources
That’s why I wanna be the world’s greatest magician

Like poets and Musicians
And their power to ignite emotion
Setting our hearts in motion
Through a magical explosion of sound!
Like Billy Holliday’s Blues
Como la musica de Celia Cruz
Y los timbales de Tito
Que con su magia nos hace mover el culito!
Like Hip Hop
Like beatboxers making their mouths into instruments
B-boys and b-girls getting down and breakin it down
With their head spinnin around like magic
Like graffiti artists turning walls into canvases
And forgotten alleys into public art galleries
I wanna be a magician

Like little girls with big imaginations who can travel the world
Without ever leaving their backyards
Like single moms working two shifts and raising healthy beautiful children
Like the power of chocolate to magically eliminate PMS
It’s Magic!
Awomyn Amen
Ache
POOF
Like Magic

Like the power of spooning!
Just cuddle up behind someone’s rear
And it will make the worst of disputes disappear
I’m telling you…
When I am the worlds GREATEST magician
I will make Israelis spoon Palestinians
Mexicans spoon Salvadorians
And I’ll make homophobic men spoon their dads
And thus…create world peace
Magic!
Like how Mexicans were born knowing how to cook any dish from around the world!
Go to a Mexican Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Go to an Italian Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Go to a Chinese, Tawainese, Peruvian, Colombian Restaurant
There is a Mexican in the Kitchen
Poof!
Magic!

Like when I was little and I wanted a Christmas tree
And my mom, who thought spending money on a tree
that would be thrown out 2 weeks later
didn’t make any sense
And when you’re struggling and counting every cent
A Christmas tree is a luxury
And a wastefull expense
But on December 24rth
Our living room plant was filled with lights and ornaments
My mother
Also a magician
And I wanna follow in her legacy
Which is why,
I wanna be the worlds GREATEST magician

And with the flicker of my wand
Poof!
I would turn freeways into parks
Turn every Wallmarts into homeless shelters
Turn prisons into schools
And schools into SCHOOLS!
As the world’s GREATEST magician
I would make the Governor Undocumented
I would make Muslims, Chrisitans and Jews love one another
I Would turn Bush into an Iraqi mother
I would eliminate apathy and get rid of fear
And I would make crooked politicians –POOF- disappear
I would give people courage to stand up for their truth
And I would put a spell on cops so they stop harassing our youth
I would cleanse our communities from heroine and crack
And I would give Black people New Orleans back!
I would make fast food lovers into organic food lovers
And instead of Hot Cheetos and Lime Flavored Doritos
I would make children love veggies and fruits!
And I would tax corporations for how much shit they pollute
I would give people wings so they may learn how to fly
And I would make sexy lingerie fall from the sky
With a twist of my wrist
And a spoken command
I would conjure with my hands
And put a  spell on all the land
So that it would profit ONLY the families of those who work it!
As the world’s GREATEST magician
There’s so much I plan to achieve
I got so many tricks tucked up my sleeves
That will spark the imagination of children
And remind grown-ups that it’s never too late to believe
In Magic!

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