Blissful Bedrooms


Here at Blissful Bedrooms, our hearts are full of contentment and happiness because we all had the best day ever at the Annual Beach Day 2012. If you could have seen their smiles and heard their laughter, there are no words. The ocean wasn’t the only thing rippling, Blissful Bedrooms sent out ripples of love and unity up and down the Coney Island shore line. Several strangers approached us and asked how they could be involved and helped us carry things when we were packing up for the day…..a random man came with a bag of candy and distributed it to our friends (sealed of course, lol)……..people just watched in discrete awe as they witnessed the love, the joy, the kindness, the compassion. We are truly blessed to feel so fatigued and spent after this long, long day……..We all have the greatest love hangover that we don’t want to get over. What better way to spend our energy than on cultivating laughter and smiles. Thank you to the volunteers and donors who helped make it happen. Our admiration and respect for you is boundless. Immense gratitude to the so-called disabled individuals in the Blissful Bedrooms community for giving us the opportunity to serve you and know what true fulfillment and love really is……I know without a doubt that it is not you who needs us, but us who desperately needs you.


Stephanie Colon
Patricia Duque Goldman
Alexey Dvoryadkin
Chiara Escobar
Martha Gold-Dvoryadkin
Kimberly Gillern Escobar
Christopher Gonzalez
Roxanne Grizzanti
Colleen Melnick
Madeline Rose
Donna Sagona
Karin Sagona

Denos Wonder Wheel Amusement Park –
Vanessa von Hessert

This poem by Pablo Neruda sums up our beautiful day at the beach……please never deny us their laughter

“Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
fool who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter. ”

― Pablo Neruda