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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

A scary world

Does anyone else out there feel like this whole entire Bruce Jenner change has further objectified women!? It has gone too far.... 

God crafted us to be who we are physically, emotionally, spiritually.  As a woman, it gives me a sense of feeling of inferiority, devalued, we go through life being ourselves, demonstrating to society that we earn the right to be a woman. Born to lead and be that companion to our spouses. 

It is frustrating to see how humans as a whole are praising this and further providing that motivation for anyone and everyone looking to change themselves because this pop culture is pushing it into our minds and souls. It is scary to know that the media further encourages all those who are already struggling with identity crisis to become absorbed in self denial and pursue something or someone you are not. Further pushing people to the limit. I don't understand! Wow! 

Women, we are more complex than to easily change our characteristics superficially... The cosmetic work only assist in hiding you from your true self.... Men cannot feel our inner self, cannot say they feel pain of mentrual cycles, they cannot bear children, northre, feed, etc... What has this life come to?

There are men out there that already disrespect women, not to mention undermine and treat women as objects, but this just empowers them more. 
We already suffer from being in roles where we almost compete with men, but at the end of the day, we are the charismatic beings by nature, spirit, and divine creation to be a woman. 
The emotions or intuition or even the concept of "thinking" like a woman does not even get close to being one of us.

I just feel objectified by this. Men who choose to change their sexually into a "new self" do not know how to appropriately carry or present a woman's body. It just does not look right. 


Again not judging, it seems so strange. No one asked all the other women in this world if it was okay to "imitate" us and create a new sub-specie. I do not agree... 

Its frustrating. Social media, pop culture and ridiculous spectacles of hollywood. 




Sunday, March 22, 2015

Falsas Esperanzas...

" Y derrepente, todo lo que era el presente, su realidad, su  vida, empezo a caer abajo...los pilares no eran lo suficiente fuertes, los lazos empesaron a quedar mas viejos y resvalosos...pero ahi seguia ella...sostenida de ese lazo sanguineo que le da un poco mas de vida..."


NO HAY PROMESAS, NO HAY FUTURO, NO QUEDA NADA

Un dia desperto, se quedo sentada sobre una esquina de la cama, y derrepente su mundo se vino abajo.  Ahi, en ese momento se dio cuenta que todo lo que habia hecho, todo sus esfuerzos, todo lo que amaba, dejo de existir.

Todo lo habia hecho bien, penso tener una respuesta a todo, pero se perdio de un detallito que hoy por hoy es el escenario mas grande...ese detalle es el fundamento de su vida, lo que ahora la tiene pendiendo de un hilo.

Completamente enamorada, entrego su vida por completo en las manos del caballero, un galan con muchos atributos, una persona que apesar de todas las dificultades de la vida supo superar muchas cosas...ahi juntos hicieron y tomaron los votos de eterno amor, aunque no fue en casa de Dios, ellos lo hicieron bajo los ojos de Dios.  Los votos igualmente cuentan en su totalidad, ahi unieron sus vidas para siempre amarse, darse el apoyo apesar de las tribulaciones, apesar de los altos y bajos, hicieron la promesa inquebrantable de luchar por su amor y fortalecer sus vidas juntos...sera? se preguntaba ella...

Una lagrima lentamente se formo en sus ojos, ahi se quedo sosteniendose la cabeza con ambas manos y dio su suspiro...un suspiro de anciedad, inseguridad, y aclamando vida...

Cada cual tiene sus virtudes, sus diferencias, y eso es lo que fortaleze sus vidas.  Luchando el uno por el otro y permaneciendo en honestidad y sinceridad en todo.  No hay amor perfecto, pero hay una forma de buscar la perfeccion atra vez de amar incondicionalmente...juntos.

Hoy por hoy, ella esta ahi, su corazon insensato sueña con cosas imposibles, su vida esta por llegar a su fin.  Cual fue ese detalle tan importante que ella no vio? Que hizo mal? Acaso su vida no vale nada? Sigue en un pensamiento profundo, luchando y intentando alejar las lagrimas, ella se queda ahi...

Ya no hay mensajitos de amor, ya no hay comunicacion unica que no sea bajo rencor y la voz que antes solia ser tierna, dejo de serlo...

Ella dio su lucha...dio su apoyo en momentos dificiles tanto como en momentos lindos, supo entregarse, amar, supo estar ahi para alentar y dar animo, espero pacientemente junto a el para lograr esas etapas dificiles y que en un tiempo parecian ser inalcanzables...escucho intensamente, pero parecia que nada que dijera o hiciera daria a entender su entendimiento en los dilemas.

En el mundo actual, todo tiene su proposito, todo tiene una organizacion.  No simplemente es vivir por vivir, pero aprender de lo que vivimos.  Cada persona encuentra en si lo que quiere hacer de su vida.  Encuentra su motivo, y proposito.  Cada ser humano ancia tener algo y alguien que complemente su vida.  Es dificil de explicarlo, pero el ser humano no es destinado a vivir solo.

El convivir con alguien, el dedicarle tu vida y unir tu vida con alguien es algo unico que toma lugar tanto en los humanos como en los animales.  Existe esa promesa, esa divina intervencion que los une y apesar de las diferencias, igual se complementan el uno al otro.

Refleccion - Espontanea

"El aire se torna turbulento, pesado, y dificil de respirar..."


El Miedo invade al corazon, dejandolo asi vunerable a las heridas y tormentos de la vida.
En cada etapa de la vida aprendo aun mas que no hay verdad pura, que todos crean sus verdades segun sus necesidades y que no importa nadie mas que el puro egoismo de si mismos.

Constantemente he luchado en encontrar la sabiduria, en luchar por la honestidad...fijo mi mirada al mas aya y busco seguir siendo la persona que Dios me creo.  Se que en mi existen abilidades y dones que hacen de mi una persona paciente y que lucha por la verdad de aquellos quienes estan heridos.

[Pequeña refleccion propia]

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REFLECCION DE AMOR

Veo en tus ojos el dolor de la vida, busco saciar tu sed con la dulsura de mis besos, y busco entenderte con todos los aspectos de mi vida.  Uno mis grandes paciones y aspiraciones junto a ti, fijo mis ojos en tu mirada y me pierdo en el mundo de tus colores...

Leelo en tu sonrisa la alegria y tristeza de aquel ayer y se que es dificil encontrar un proposito en esta vida...
Pido al ser divino que alumbre a tus pies y fije Sus ojos justo en ti
Escribo nuestra historia para valorarte y recordar por siempre el amor que hoy por hoy siento por ti...
Tus luchas son mis luchas, las batallas de tu corazon las venceremos juntos...
Tu y yo, yo y vos, unicos y unidos bajo los fieles brazos de nuestro Creador


(Who know's when this was written), been a while though.

Card Boxes, Tape, and Permanent markers

It is that time again!  Yes, as if the title did not clearly reveal the deal, we are moving yet again!
This move is for Daniel and I.  FINALLY!

I believe we have fulfilled our duties of being the "GIVERS" and I would say it is safe to say that that burden or weight is no longer ours, but rather it can vanish into thin air. 

Seems that I have had to sit down and question the life lessons God has been placing in my life.  Seems that my life of giving and giving only takes me from one channel to the next.  I have learned lots of lessons throughout the series of tests.  If you should ask, "have I ACED all the final exams?" Perhaps you should stop by and keep reading or simply ask. 

Two years ago, July 1st, 2009 we ventured into the most dangerous of missions a couple could embark.  Moving in with in-laws.  To avoid hurting, exploiting, or revealing much details, let's just say we are on that final test.  Patience was a key for myself.  Being a independent individual, I like to be a loner, a person who is an introvert and the last 2 years required strick vigilance on my part.  Became self councious on absorbing every detail of what I did, which movements were made, make sure that what my tongue said was accurate, to the point and in other occassion, bite it.

By far that was the hardest most painful tests of faith I have been placed to fulfill. 

Again, may it all be for the good and well being of those involved.  I have survived and whether I have passed or not this specific test, I have yet to find out.  Grades will not be in till maybe middle of Summer.  Some of the questions in the test were personality traits, those were the multiple choice kinds, some I had to guess.  The True or False part got me mixed up.  Could not figure out if I was being tricked or not.

Now the Essay portion was a tough one.  I had to be precise, careful with the choice of words, and truthful.  I can honestly say that this portion was hard. 

This final exam was unlike any other, it had a portion to draw out or outline the things that stuck out to me the most throughout the course of the two year trial period. We were provided with 5 different colors representing the experiences, the responsabilities, and the doings of the daily pot-quizes I had to take.


(written a while back).... never published, but here it goes, so you can get an idea of what was happening then.

Asorted Chocolates

"...life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are gonna get..."
.."unless they are perfectly crafted with outmost perfection and selected just for you!..."

Ah, the details of life! I am speechless! Such detail, such thought! A romantic guesture! 

Perhaps life may not make sense right now, but the way God is polishing the details, has captivated me. Such worthiness of these beautiful details, small, but filled with so much kindess and kindred spirits! I feel fortunate:) He does exist! That prince charming, filled with so much chivalry, handsome, detailed to touch a woman's heart:) 

A treat of royalty! That's what it is! Indulgence, the reflection of a thoughtful heart, a man whose intentions of romance and who obviously has carefully selected each chocolate...is a man worth exploring the world with.

I used to believe I was walking the world alone, carrying a heavy load, yet I failed to see the beauty behind that moment of time. I was being perfectly momded, my heart being shaped to embrace the new seasons of love, yet, I stood there single handely I fought the worse episodes... But I did not break. I have not broken or shattered... I am living one day at a time. Sure it is difficult and hard to overcome, but am not alone.

And here comes my valliant, knight to fighf for me and cherish me. Such amazingness of a man so carefully crafted for me:) 

I am in his adventure. Somehow our dreams danced before us and in a world of many dreamers, our dreams connected so perfectly at the perfect moment. "I am that flattered fool..."
This is my moment, a divine conspiracy that God so passionately, so beautifully worked and perfected. 

Here's to whatever God has in HIS hands. I am surrendering these moments, this love, all in HIS hands. 

As the Seasons of Change continue, so do the new experiences of life. 

Inesperado

Como abres tu mundo a lo inesperado?

Digamos que estas pasando por etapas en la vida donde pareces estar bien, pero de repente lo que estabas deseando hace mucho y lo que esperabas que siguiera durmiendo dentro de ti, despierte y te sientas confundido? Que lo que conoces no es verdad?

Como te enfocas? 

Es justo lo que me pasa ahora mismo...

Algo muy profundo de mi ah despertado y siento una adrenalina emocionate pero dudosa a la ves. Hay miedos que invaden mi corazon...

Mi cabeza esta llena de confuciones, cosas y ideas de lo que el futuro espera.
Como te digo que estoy de acuerdo con tigo, que se y entiendo lo que sientes... Que por mas que sea una ilucion perdida, hay algo en la profundidad que dice que todo va estar bien. 

Como te digo, que este ultimo ańo a sido un año de muchas lluvias en mi corazon, mi sonrisa a desbanecido, mi corazon esta frio y adolorido. Si, amo al compañero que tengo, pero mi corazon no puede mas. 

Ultimamente, ya no siento ese amor profundo, ya no se que hacer o que decir. Nuestros corazones estan separados y buscan algo mas que dejo de existir. Somos tan diferentes, tan opuestos que al final del dia llega la pregunta del millon, ¿que hacemos juntos? 

Ultimanente, mis sueños son invadidos por el anehlo de ser otra mujer, por ser alguien que no soy para darle ese sazon a la vida y darle a mi pareja lo mejor de mi. Siento que eh agotado mis recursos. Que lo mas minimo es causa para desacuerdos y gritoneo de su parte. 

Ultimante ya no se siento tan atractiva... Me siento como una mujer que dejo de exister y su carapaso flota en total oscuridad.

Siento que nadie siente respeto o valor hacia mi persona... ¿Como te explico que eso es lo que necesito? Que alguien llene mi ser y me diga las cosas lindas que Dios hace por mi, por ti... Anehlo sentir el amor profundo de alguien que tambien valora lo que Dios le dio, los dones, abilidades, y sobre todo la vida.

Me siento inutil y muy poca mujer... Me gustaria que hiciera algo lindo por mi. No pido joyas, no pido el mundo ni las estrellas, pido esa sencilles de amar y saber que no importe los desacuerdos, que me trate con carińo y respeto... Que mis oidos y corazon no sean insultados, y que apesar de las grandes imperfecciones, logre saber reconocer que es tan solo mi devilidad y humanidad en mi.... 

Mis pensamientos y deseos ultimanete han sido de dolor y oscuridad... Muchas veces eh querido ser la que toma el lugar de aquella persona quien se despidio del mundo sin tener motivos... Muchas veces eh pasado por las alturas pidiendo un poco de descanso de mi tortura...

Me siento inutil... Incomprendida...

Como le explico al mundo que esta bien correr los riesgos y soñar en grande, luchar y hacer los sacrificios en pareja, que es normal padecer de falta de sexo y falta de algun condimiento de amor? Pero que al re-encontrarse sea el fuego de vida y se llene de mucho gozo? como esplicarle al mundo que si ambos lo deseamos podemos ser felices y luchar juntos?
Como decirle al mundo que no todo esta lleno de rosas y petalos de oro, que mi corazon sufre sintiendose solo en un mundo donde inclusive la familia puede añadir tortura?

Me siento sola. Me gustaria que me conquistaras, que me enamores, sentirte de nuevo como la primera vez... Sentir las mariposas enredarse en mi estomago y soñar en tus miradas! Me gustaria permanecer en un punto intocable y sentirme protejida por ti. Saber que tu eres mi guia, mi fortaleza, mi todo! Quisiera pasar el control de todo a ti, ser tu complice, ser tu amante, amiga, esposa y sobre todo la mujer de tus sueños! Quisiera sentirme alabada y amada de tal manera que conquiste tu ser... No despreciada y rechasada como un objeto que sirve para sostener todo lo que puedas tirarle arriba.

Como explicarle al mundo que no tengo poderes grandes pero que soy esa mujer que lucha a diario por ti, que arriesga todo por darte lo mejor de mi, como le digo a mi corazon que soy YO una joya, pero que tu me ves con desprecio y objetivodad... Como le digo a la vida que todo lo di por ti, pero todo fue muy poco para ti.

Que caminos puedo correr sin que invada mi mente tus pensamientos y memorias, del dia que mis ojos se fijaron en ti, del dia que mi corazon te admiro y decidio luchar por tu amor...

Ahora dime tu, como callo el dolor de mi corazon, como detengo que en mi ser corran tus iluciones, que en mi deje de fluir la vida de recuerdos, ahnelos, dollres, y sacrificios? Como calmo la tormenta que desataste y me dejaste naufragando, sin salvavidas sin ningun recurso? Que mientras tanto vos, corres los caminos del placer, sin remordimiento, sin pensar si algun dia te ame,..tiraste todo por noches de placeres, dejaste todo en mi en ruinas.  Como calmo a mi corazon herido, que dejo la juventud a tras y tu solo te burlaste de el? Como corrijo todo el dolor y las noches de tristeza que tu le has causado? Nunca dudaste en tirarte con los dos pies a buscar amor immediatamente despues de dejarme con el corazon destrozado.  Solo corristes a los brazos de niñas incapaces de reconocer su verdadero valor.  

Te di todo de mi, di mi vida, inverti mi alma y frutos de mi ser. Luche la lucha contra gigantes, sacrifique todo por ti... Pero aun asi falle en todo. Ahora solo soy esa mujer que comparas como todas. Te digo unicamente que jamas sere como cualquier mujer, soy unica, hermosa de piez a cabeza tal como Dios me quiso. Soy el fruto mas hermoso, una mujer virtuosa que sabe valorarse. Y eh aqui, la tristeza de mi corazon es saber que no importo lo mucho y lo dificil que fue ayudarte a conquistar todo, pero nada fue suficiente. 

Hoy tan solo queda ese dolor de un corazon traicionado... traicionado por el hombre a quien le confie mi vida...si dolor del que tendre que sanar. Y sanare. Dios esta con migo y sanare! 

Mi espiritu y alma han muerto emocionalmente, pero eh aqui el fruto del renacimiento del espiritu... Soy mujer. La unica que te amo incondicionalmente y la unica que perdiste.... 

Como espero el año, el mundo y las diversas etapas de la vida?? Con brazos abiertos porque soy valiente y esa humillacion jamas me definira y jamas me hara caer. Soy la mujer mas valiosa, mi espiritu es fuerte, mi vida es pura. Y esta es mi nueva etapa de crecimiento, mi vida, mi futuro.  Optaste por abandonar lo puro y no fuistes lo suficiente hombre para luchar por una mujer, ahora optas por conquistar niñas, sin idea de lo que es tener experiencias de la vida.

Yo proclamo mi nueva vida de libertad, tristemente si, mi corazon sangra de vez en cuando, no espero reconozcas nada y no espero tengas corazon alguno.  Yo se vivir, luchar, y con Dios a mi lado, quien contra mi? 

Con todo cariño, mis mejores deseos. adios. 


Written a while back....

Friday, March 20, 2015

"A long Awaited Journey"

" And I stood as high on that hill, next to that tree, gazing as the sun began to melt the snow around the fields, listening as the Canadian geese flocked into a nearby pond that was also frozen all around except for the middle part of it.  I looked back and saw in the distance the beauty that sourrounds me, the fields that soon will be green and growing all sorts of crops. I took a deep breath of amazement, surprised at how life has turned in a way in my favor to reveal its beauty and love. All this beauty, hills, forrests, ponds, and the smell of fresh air. There I sat, quietly on that rock next to the barb wire fence  reminiscing on old days. Touching that barb wire transported my present to a frozen moment in time, it took me back to many years of my youth. Memories rushed upon me, the feelings as though I belonged there. Dismissing almost immediately, I gazed into the distance seeing as life slowly returned to these frozen areas.  The barb wire, it was my portal to the time, the essence of what crafted my strenght.

Life is now different. I am captivated, enchanted by this new environment. Could I adapt and make it my home? Is it daydreaming? At times I identify with Anne of Green Gables, lustfully and wishfully thinking on wonderful adventures, of fields of energy and exploration, and of sun bathed evenings swapping away at critters as I sit on the back porch. 

Only God knows what the future holds, He is in control. I am a traveler, a passerby, exploring the world looking for my nest. Meanwhile, it is was my temporary stay...as the sun warmed my cold cheeks, I know I must return, go back into my daily routines. It was a perfect moment, to sit on that cold rock and feel as the years have wrapped around me the beauty of life. To k ow that regardless of what difficulties are experienced, none break me to the point of perdition, but rather increases my faith, perseverance, and passion to be a better woman....a woman of virtue, truth, morals, and imperfections - yes they are my pefect balance of who I am, my motivation to be a better person. 



Where? What? How have I missed out on being at such glorious place? It has been a chaotic world, a chaotic life. This is my new beginning and do what? It is God's plan, I am trying to work extra hard to be that woman of excellence, be strong, and love wholeheartedly. 


"Looking back - a brief introduction into the world of Vet work..."


That is right, a few weeks back I had the privilege, the honor really to admire first hand the art, passion, and hard work of a Veterinarian. More especifically a horse veterinarian. I am now more appreciative of the talent, the hard work that it is to take care of the beautiful creatures, the horses that bring so much peace and can be as equally fierce. 

I am at a loss for words, Hands down I praise this man for all he does! I worked some, learning the trade, getting my share of filth and walked among horses. I froze some, but I did not care, I wanted to see the amazing skilled hands that meticulously worked on repairing or finding a solution to a patient, a horse.

Walked in muddy fields, observed and helped as we pulled a horse that had accidentally fallen on its side and could not get up. We flipped her over, but it was too late, she was too weak to continue to fight for her life. I felt sad, yet I knew she needed her rest. She was put to sleep. It was also amazing to see that all the horses, about 20 of them, came across the field and kissed on her their last goobyes. I am no expert, but that goes to show that these creatures have feelings, compassion, love and respect for one another. They are beautiful. Needless to say, while they all walked over, I slowly backed away. Let's just say I have not been exposed to as many horses like that and I do admire and reapect their nature. 

What's next on the list? How about witnesing the birth of a baby calf? Yes, if I had not seen anything by that point, I saw it all and I lost it all. Well in a way. It was incredible yet terribly disgusting at the same time. My stomach cannot handle all that! Needless, it was quite the expeience. 

My favorite part was when the Doc drew blood from baby colts:) they were so beautiful! The most amazing little creatures ever! How could I not fall in love?

Again, as an outsider looking into this profession and getting the mild introduction of a Veterinarian's world, I have to be honest...I admire all the more the strength, passion, dedication, and love that is required! Not to mention having a clear mind and continued education!

This doc, is amazing! Incredible! I do not mind getting dirty, pulling the weight, digging around and or working at the farm, but doing vet work and seeing the gruesome cuts or accidents on the horses, nope...my stomach cant handle it. Hands down to the Man! The DOC! 

 

"I have set sail on a new journey...my heart, mind, soul are in a new stage of appreciation being filled with endless adventures, love, kindness, and admiration"


Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Finale

"...her fears were invaded by beauty, the darkness into joy, she was swept off her feet..."

It hit me! It was a cold dark night, filled with the stirrings of a struggling heart. The pain was intense, the blows of the heart were painful...is this it? I surrendered to the forces of grief and left everything under the cold cloudy night. Fell on my knees and was lost in a world of insecurities. The tears rolled passionately, the pain seemed to invade my every blood cell...and I collapsed. Felt as the giants poundered my heart, left, right... Until the last tear rolled down.

Suddenly I was feeling a force as if sorrounded by angels, embracing me, conforting me. I let go. I allowed the spirits of purity take over and soothe my pain away. 

I sat in the laundry room cold floor, feeling as the cold air from outside tried to touch me...For a moment I thought I had lost all hope. Yet, the positive love being poured on me told me different. 

It was there I closed my eyes and felt as the pain was eased. I survived the emotional death and here I am. Becoming new through the spirit.

Oh the love of my heart, the people that sorround me. God has been so good to me. Am so blessed to see the beauty reflected to my heart. 




Monday, January 5, 2015

Emotional Death

"...she closed her eyes, allowed for sleep to transport her to an eternal rest... She was emotionally gone..."

To die an emotional death is to be reborn and be created new. 
Any takers? Anyone?
Sure, I will be the first one to admit that when you die an emotional death you are born again, of the spirit. There is a rejuvenating process that undergoes just as anything that goes through the cycle of life. 

It is a great metaphor to consider, just as the bible teaches us to be born again. To be reborn of the spirit. 

An emotional death, I must break entirely to know what love is all about, to appreciate the lesson taught, to fully grasp the reality of my inner being. 
I have undergone that death, it is a painful moment. A stage of uncertainty, fears, and struggles of having a consistent self esteem. That insecurity of trusting the woman I am. 

It has been a long journey, walking through deserted roads filled with many obstacles. Needless, I have learned to walk upright and forward. Keeping my head high and not allowing the obstacles to shape me in any negative way.

It is a long process, it is hard and very difficult. 

Feeling very devalued, taken advantage of, and simply mocked. It will come to pass. I will be back to my normal self. 

Lord, I know I am not alone. Reading upon older journal entries I have discovered that I Was always being supportive and loving. It has besn difficult to witness how I gave so much and received so little. My eyes are finally open amd now I must work twice as hard to revive and resusitate my heart. 

Lord this is my heart, please come and help me be born again, to love and be the woman you have created me to be. 







Sunday, January 4, 2015

A Loss of Words

Life has changed everyone I know in so many different ways.  Marriage, divorces, elopements, etc... all part of life.

A broken heart is also part of life.  How many of those does one experience before really obtaining that satisfying happiness where the radiant moments of the sun's rays can brighten the soul and give  your eyes the sparkle of joy?

I have heard God is the solution to everything. And He is.  He is our creator and knows our hearts, yet I feel abandoned by such love where the emptiness is overflowing deep within me.  Marriage, such a complex term.  Yet in our culture today, it is a trend, a social acceptance, something we do to become part of that mass of that group and obtain that status.  Marriage, has lost it's true meaning of love, purity, unison, and above all the happiness implied to give unselfishly of your life to become ONE.

And so I take a deep breath to inhale a bit of fresh air, to give my lungs a reason to operate, to move within me, I breath to give my body a bit of life.  However, as I breath, it becomes heavy, hard to ingest... seems life is slowly deteriorating...

and here I am.  Slowly decaying from lack of love.  I was told marriage was for a life time, to grow old together, to care for one another until miserable death would pull our souls apart... and yet, here I am alone, in complete decay.  Feel as though life is over....where did the meaning of "till death do us part, in good and bad, sickness and in health....

Where did all go?

It is for sure a story to tell, a heart split. grieving, but not completely lost... Yes, there is a purpose of life and in my life, to gain freedom, to be radiant, and to be a woman. 

This is a goodbye eternally lost because of the lack of desire to want to be unselfish, to be giving and not just taking away... It is a good bye lost in the meaning of love... 

So I will grieve the loss of years of learning, but will smile to the new stages of a growing heart. 

*Written A while back...all while undergoing a moment of struggle.

Ongoing Struggle

Ongoing struggle

"...the sun dipped behind the clouds, rain followed, she sought for shelter finding only loneliness around her..."

I feel very lonely, pathetic..really...feels like I am at fault for something I have not done. My heart aches deeply, not for the loss but for a grief of feeling miserable. Unsure, insecurity has settled and here I am, struggling to fight back the tears of defeat.

I do not know how to explain it, it feels very deep and pressing on my chest, I want to cry but at the same time I want to simply stay quiet and not make a sound.... Like a baby deer when its scared for its life, just lay there hoping I will not be seen... Knowing there is danger but trusting all the powers of the universe and hoping that it..whatever "it" is...will all go past...

Yet, here I am, alone in a defiant world of blurriness and illusions of  a fake dream...who is this valiant man who dares step into the world of a wondering woman, whose only objective is to survive the broken illusion of her heart? And what objective is he trying to accomplish? What does that even mean? How to trust the unseen, how to allow the world into a heart that has been shattered and stepped on? It is a different world than it used to be. So many things are changing and with that is the process of restoring this phenomenal work of art.  The restoration process has began and it will take a bit of time to finally get it back to its natural beauty as before.

It is a bit scary when someone comes along to admire the inner beauty of your soul when all you have heard previously is the contrary.  It is a bit of a challenge to allow someone to come in and restore all that was left in total darkness. It feels a bit overwhelming to see someone so gentle, sweet, and so right want to be that hero and cure the scar inside of me.  Or at least to be a pillard of support. It is not that he may not have the right intentions, but it feels as though it is a world apart.  The truth of his inner being being so real and so faithful....it is a bit scary. I know God is behind me and I will allow Him to take control.

How do I allow this to grow? There is so much learning going on.  I have never been treated as a queen, much less taken into a world of such magnificent beauty.  Is this real? Should I trust my heart?

Lord, there is a lot in me screaming out, wanting to feel safe and secured, Lord, my heart is restless for many reasons I am unable to explain. The emotions of feeling guilty for Daniel's lack of or ability to keep life straight, for Franco, for everyone who never gave me a chance or gave Daniel and I a chance at happiness...

I come to think of it, I Was never happy...I was always seeking approval and defending myself... No one dared to care and he never cared to make me his priority, build a family, it was always "i get to miss out on everything bc of you!" It was always how boring I was or lame, stupid, and overly jealous. That's how I was seen. Insignificant. 

My heart is broken and I am undergoing a healing process. 


Thursday, December 11, 2014

A constant Battle

When a battle breaks out, its normally when two parties or more disagree and cannot come to a consensus.

Life itself can be a battle on its own, choosing to do the right thing over going the oposite direction. When a choice is given, someone has to stop along the way and decide or engage into a debate...

I am in that debate right now. stuck at a point in life where I have no idea where to go, how to continue, and make some necessary changes. It has been a long road, I have felt it coming, I have dismissed the signals, crossed a few red lights, and yet here I am.

I feel as though i am a coward, lacking that womanhood of being that virtuous woman that proclaims herself the ultimate fight, I feel I have lost that courage somewhere in the battle.

Where's that spark of motivation?! Who stole those moments of my life that were so precious, the moments that meant more than any precious jewel?!? Who was the thief that caged my heart and stored it away, only to be hidden from the one wondering soul, my soul.

Its very hard to be faithful and honest to oneself, Especially for me, now.  I have always done what is best for everyone and everyone has never appreciated the sacrifices, instead they want more. Yet here I am, battling to be selfish for once and regain control of my own life.
How to break the chains that are holding me down? 

I know I have that "David" in me, somewhere, ready to fight the giant that is pressing on me. Just one problem, I am not as equally strong or brave.   

I have a deep desiree to be set free and never look back, make that decision or mistake, but grow as a woman and finally give back to me what is mine, my own dignity and self worth.  At times I do believe God planned it out very meticulously, left out the part of selfishness in me, arrogancy, and made me too compassionate and giving.  Often that can be my greatest torture. My sinful desire to always want to reward someone, sinful? maybe that is a poor choice of words. 

I know what I want, but getting there is tough, I have quite a few road blocks and a few stumbles to make. A few rivers to cross, and a few stones to turn. Sounds like a long way, but it really isn't, its a matter of perspective and attitude. Right now, my confidence is not 100% fully charged, but am working on it.  The batteries of my life have been drained, my love tank is empty, somewhere along the way someone forgot I too have desires necessities, dreams, passions, and goals to strive for. 

Me a perfect woman? Hardly, God created me just as I am, got to refine a few skills, guides, and find a true inspiration and of course locate that purpose that somehow got misplaced along the way, but yes, I had it once... And I will have it again. This battle within me, soon shall be over, and I will crown myself with true self worth and value the crown of freedom. To proclaim victory over these giants of deception and greed.

God was cautious when He built me, He knew very well I would be here and knew I would struggle some, but in the end He knows I will be well. While to most women the wealth of life and vanity of the world is most important: to have the looks, make up, a body, being well dressed and have their bank accounts secured, I work to establish my self worth and dignity far above any worldly creations. Sure money helps and all, but if that makes you un happy then you have nothing at all.

I want to smile, laugh, love and give of me from what God has given me, while also working hard to be a professional and make my living. I want to be a independent woman.
I have come a long way to stop and feel pity over myself and to grieve what has not been lost, but gained.

This is my battle, an emotional turmoil swirling around me...making me a woman, welcoming me into a new phase of life. Insecurities? sure I have them.  Will that hunt me down? Will I struggle?
I think I have been missing a lot of my life pretending to be someone I am not. I gave so much, invested so much, to get to this one stopping point: I have no reward.  Should I? No. I have failed to be true to myself and true to others. The love that once bloomed within me, slowly became a dying ember. The flower that once bloomed in precious exotic colors, faded.

Who have I been?

So here I am, allowing my heart to pour the bits and pieces of brokenness...know that I am faithful to my belief of survival, and God's eternal promise...He is with me.


[written a while back...]

Overcoming a Challenge

"Its suffocating me, it's tightening, its screaming to be set free..."

It is not easy to figure things out when you have a huge decision and you don't know what to do, much less alone.

I have been there and find myself in that spot. Struggling. Struggling through episodes of life where things seem endless and painful.  My heart is undergoing series of open heart surgeries: am bleeding internally and somehow I have mananged to keep composure. Everyone is oblivious to the fact or my self. Its as if being a complete invisible being, no one dares ask or say, perhaps they dont know what to say or simply ignore.  Truth is, I feel alone in a battle.

In a way, it is all ok.  I know that I do not need an army to help me, I jus need myself...just as David stood in front of Goliath, here I am.  Standing in front of that chapter of my life, that new challenge and adventure of walking life handicapped.  Never had I felt this alone in life. I do not wish to "complain," I do not need approval or anyone to agree with me, I just want someone to be truthful, honest and simply hold my hand. What is happening? a lot.  

I just need patience, guidance, and truthfulness!

Lately, my heart has sunken into the depth of the cold ocean floor.  Life is changing for the better, and life will get better. Meanwhile, I must undergo a series of trials and tests of faith.  I know things will brighten up and I will be lead to purity and will find peace within.

I can see the light, its coming, I am simply here absorbing the moments of life and praying for clarity, for purity, and for comfort.  I am not grieving a death, but rather healing a broken heart.  


Friday, October 31, 2014

A Messenger

"...and in silence I sat, feeling as the weight pressed on my shoulders..."

As I sat inside my car, I could do nothing more than sit back and feel as the tears came, washing my tired face and feeling as the weight pressed on my emotions. It was a moment of faith, a moment of endurance, to feel as betrayal wanted to settle, yet I knew and felt I was stronger. The tears had to roll, to vent and let them wash away any impossible thought out of my system. 

It felt as though slowly I could feel the weight lifting, I sat in silence and prayed. Mumbling the words as they made no sense, yet my heart needed to drop all I knew...at that moment in that parking lot alone, feeling as though nothing else mattered but my humble and impatient heart that cried out for a bit of light. There I sat, in my car, in my bubble not caring for who would see this tiresome girl cry. Instead I hoped they would only glance and keep going, maybe whisper a prayer of peace, but I wasn't sure...I did not pay attention to passer bys. 

It was a moment of humility, acceptance of my own self worth and acceptance of the changes that needed to come and need to take place. I felt that moment of peace and simply cried because I could not do anything else. 

Last year i was forcefully dismissed of a passion I had. It hurt, went through a series of changes of learning to walk alone and learnt to slowly regain that freedom and self confidence in doing something that was well worth. Spent a good bit of time searching for jobs, depressed, but did not sink in or give up. I knew there was something out there. I was blessed and given a good opportunity, I have learnt to revive my spirit... I made it through that stage.

Now I am facing a different type of challenge, one difficult to express and put into words. Sometimes, the changes must come and we have to bear the consequences with those challenges and obstacles. I am working hard not to fail. I know that regardless of what changes take place or what used to be, there is no time that can be said has been wasted. Each episode is a learning curve, I have grown to become a woman with a stronger heart, passion, virtue, and also a woman of truth and dignity. I have endured a lot and continue to feel those tests, yet I know God is teaching me how to love whole heartedly and passionately... 

This journey will take me through roads I have never walked, to experience many excitedly adventures, re-discovering what it feels like to be a woman and be valued. To learn to love myself and meet my own needs. I am my own lover and seek to fulfill my desires for God's adventures and  plans. 


So there I was, feeling the seasons of change and growth, a rejuvenating stage that has to undergoe multiple steps to flourish new and fresh.

In order to change I must be reborn of the spirit and learn to love again from step one and continue to embrace and love regardless of the many broken hearts. It is normal, and nothing is a waste of time... No time is lost... its a gain to feel as this heart gets molded into something new. 

"...I closed my eyes, and I felt you near, as you whispered .."you are beautiful inside and out...you are mine.."

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

"EYES OF A DREAMER"

"...her eyes were like an agata de fuego: brown almost golden eyes, sweet, delicate, and dreamy.."

Too often I have been asked: where are you from? That is the standard question, always love when people ask instead of assuming. However, the majority of the time I get the most intriguing of questions: are you Asian? Japanese? Philipine? Etc.. 

Its always fun and very entertaining when getting these very surprised individuals when they ask, they wait to hear the response as eagerly as if they were winning some big bucks! Ja!

My ultimate and most favorite episode happened when I used to work at Home Depot. A Chinese gentleman walks in, spends a good bit of time trying to communicate, sees me and his face lights up almost immediately: says, "you!" Pointing at me very excitedly as he makes his way towards me, continues to say, "YOU! chinese!" you Chinese!" 
Before I could even open my mouth to speak, he proceeds to talk to me in Chinese. I was flattered, yet confused I looked at him... Not giving me a chance to say a word he kept talking to me. 

I felt so bad and so terrified as this gentleman continued to speak and could not identify in my expression the fact I was not understanding a word he kept saying.  I grabbed his hand in a caring compassionate manner said I am not Chinese and tried in hand motions to expain I could not understand him. 
He could not believe it, refused to believe it! And he insisted I was Chinese. I began to say Spanish! Mexican!" Yes, I did admit to being Mexican as it was simply to explain! To ease the commotion I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, asked him to draw what he was looking for.

It was a humorous, yet heart felt moment. Its a strange feeling when you want to be helpful and want to understand everyone and every language, yet I was helpless. I learnt that day, that I am like a magnet to the diverse cultures, I love listening and hearing their languges, appreciate their beauty of culture and most importantly as human beings. Nothing brings me more satisfaction than to know I have somehow communicated in a way they (cultures), understand and make a positive acquaintance in the process.  

When someone looks at my eyes, its like they are trying to read what's in my head. Some people just stand there, you can almost see their brain wheels turning trying to be delicate and unoticed... Yet they get caught squinting and trying to figure it out.

When they learn I am Latina, they are shocked! Had a gentleman from Mexico one time mesmerized with the fact I spoke Spanish! He said, "wow! You Asians learn so fast and well!" I asked where he thought I was from...China he said.  So I recalled a few words I had learned and thanked him in chinese, told him I was from Shuangzi! Jajajja

Ah! I get good giggles when that happens. 

These eyes are eyes of a dreamer. Eyes that see far and deeper than the outer surface... These eyes, look into the beauty of an inner person and not the worldy and superficial shells of life.

I am blessed :)

And will continue to be amused andamuse  others:) 




Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Universe is the Limit

Dare to dream, dream big. Admire the beauty of the stars, allow for tears to flow endlessly and don't be ashamed to taste the bitterness of failure at any one point. 

Serendipity, why? 

The sky is never the limit. There is more out there than we can see, there is a huge world of magic, there's room to fly and grow out there.

I want my wings back, I want to learn to fly high and have no fear of falling.  I want to be there... To be brave, to be a fighter.

I want to feel the rain dance on my face and caress my lips, mix with the rain and tears, feel as my mind and soul are set free. Serendipity, destiny? Coincidence?

Its one of those nights where life feels a bit stale. Am missing that sprinkle of fall, life, yearning to smell the oven filled with goodies...yet I sit in a couch embracing my pillows for support, hearing as the dog breathes by my feet and knowing he is a faithful confidant...

...the night is young, yet I am feeling a bit crippled and old... i would love to be out and Walk beneath the moon and stars ...a reason to be out... To feel as the evening sets its mystery of endless adventures... I want to explore the enchanted moments of purity, passion, and discoveries...

Yet I feel I am confined to a couch. Have zero motivation to get dressed and explore alone. I want to feel sexy and beautiful, wear my red dress and heals and head out into the darkness for a night's passionate revelation... To be that lone explorer... 


I want to shed the old me and become new.... Like a cicada... 

"...everything has a purpose...life, experiences, emotions... Lessons are learned..."






Friday, June 27, 2014

Figuring life, flipping stones

Its hard to believe that time goes by so fast. Things are not always what we dream or expect. This is why I have learnt not to be expectant of life, people, or anything other than what I harvest from the seeds I have planted. So I am cautious in the ways I plant my seeds, where they are planted and try to sustain them.  

I for one have failed drastically at being real and truthful to myself and have disappointed not only myself but others. Life has thrown many curve balls my way and I have tried to dodge as many, yet I know that the best way is to observe, be patient, and hit that perfect home run. How do I do this again? Never played softball, so its a challenge! I can bat, but its not the same thing! There are rules, strategies, and plays to make...uhmmm, help?

I am uncertain about a lot of things except for one: change must come. I have to be brave and be a woman of truth and courage. I have to make the changes take place if I want to see myself overcome a lot of these downfalls.
To learn is to also give up the tormenting parts of life. Its been a long road, difficult, cannot complain as I know these have been tests of faith and courage...remind me again who am I doing this for? Right, myself. My dignity and self respect! 

Its been a mad roll-a-coaster ride and trust me, I hate roll-a-coasters!  things have been upside down for way too long and its time I took ownership of my life, value myself a little more and respect my own dreams and desires. To value myself in the way others have failed to appreciate me and the little/big deeds I have gone out of my way to do for them. Again this is part of that "expectation" I failed at. I gave whole heartedly, expecting nothing, yet deep within me, thought, well maybe they will notice my hard work or sacrifice! Wrong. The more I do, the more they want. 

Not sure why and all of the sudden I have been faced with many challenging situations, I have had my feelings crushed time and time again. Have easily dismissed those episodes and try to be the better person, however, its time to riot and stand up for what I want, to crown myself owner of my life and set my soul free. To be victorious and fly among the clouds, feel my imperfections and appreciate my honor and strong will.

Its a hard task, its not easy being in my shoes, however, have learned that I must take ownership of my lack of decision making and also acepting my failures. I cannot be proud of life and proud in an arrogant way to say i have succeeded would be major downfall- when in reality I have nothing to show for.

Yes, I have achieved many beautiful and wonderful attributes of life, my skills and abilities of being a full blown woman: with honesty, sincerity, faithfulness, and of course the plus of who I am... A kindred spirited individual who seeks to do best for others and be a leader.  However, I know I am still missing half of me, my God and Savior...

I expect a huge rush of emotions and I will have a huge gap and huge hit to my heart...we will see what happens, but this time GOD IS IN CONTROL.
I have handed over my worries, heart and soul to HIM.

He is the crafter of my life... make me broken, mold me and help me reach that part of life... Where you want me to be. Reveal the truth in me. Reveal my reality and dreams. This is my prayer to you my Lord. 

I trust in YOU my Lord, my guidance. Everything will be ok. 





Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A lonely track

Sometimes life can be a lonely track, rusted with time, aged through the many changing and evolving weathers. 
It sits there waiting for something to make it useful, to feel fulfilled... 

Life is like these train tracks, we endure the many weathers of life, tests of faith, the never ending obstacles of dangers... Yet we are firm... Waitibg patiently for the savior... For a life of fulfillment...

Even while visitors may approach, at the end, life is still but an empty track waiting to be that useful reaource... 

I am feeling like these tracks... Old and rusty... With only hopes for a better tomorrow sitting on a crowded place, but feeling lonely at the end... 


Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Ghost in Me

"...lost in the mist of a dream..."

A tear rolls down my eyes remembering the past... I was told (by an unsuspected source) never should I focus on living life from memories of the past.  Instead to sit back and live the current moments of wonders and joy.  I do believe that person is right on target.. however, it is difficult to file away those episodes of life when time and time again, my dreams are haunted by the memories...

It is a wise choice to dismiss the processed moments of life that I so selfishly retain to connect to those I left behind. To find closure and break free.  As the tears invade my human emotions and they emerge almost immediately blinding me, I hear the sounds of sweet surrender.

It's a repetitive dream because nothing will ever be the same.  It's a phase, a moment in time where a gap was created never to be filled, a void waiting for something to fill it's place.

As the night falls, so does the re-ocurring dream, taking me back many days ago...into the distance of coldness and as the stars mock my every move, guiding me like a spark of life into a frozen moment of youth.

Another night, another dream,...so fast, the rhythm of life moves my very core.

The life of a girl long-long ago left in total emptiness.  Now I gaze back to you trying to dismiss the dreams, yet as dreams re-occur I talk to you and you share your passions of love and journeys...it feels like a vision, reality of truth...

My heart beats a little faster, hearing you, seeing you in my dreams.  It dances lost in the night's understanding of truth, love, and passion and compassionate understanding.  As I close my eyes I see you standing there, your image, your eyes staring back at me.  As silence itself you refrain from sharing your heart's desire, regardless your eyes translate your ultimate passion to never forget about this person - this young girl trapped in a world of distance and dances...

I dare to take your hand and walk with me as the sand brushes away through our feet.... It's only a vision of the young me gazing back to me wishing to meet half way. 

Yes, sounds insane for me to say such things, however, it was a stage of life where it left me without that important part of who I am... That void was left open and as the dreams come, they try very desperately to seal the gaps, heal the wounds, and empathize with a wonderibg soul.





"...and the ghost became me, identifying the moments of love, passion, and youth...the ghostly emotions became the nourishment of a day's inspirations to become a better person...as she was starting back at me..." 

Friday, February 21, 2014

A moment to Live

It has been a strange week. Lots to do, business at work... 

On another note, the giant woke last weekend, the heart felt a sudden drive. It was a strange beat, the heart began palpitating a little faster, the stomach felt uneasy, and the...nerves seemed to twitch everywhere...

It was like the heart got raptured into a world of illusions, dreams, and sudenly they became real...

It has been an exciting last few weeks. Lots of great progress in my life, work, and of course my ego has been renewed! Not sure that is a good thingg or not. It is more like I have been empowered, set free, a huge burden has been lifted and my heart and mind has been set free.

God knows what HE does and the many blessings He sends is because HE has showed us HIS truths.

On the other hand, there have been a few up and downs, however not sufficiently impacting to re-adjust this positive note.

God is great and although my heart has strayed and is still trying to find a way back to HIM, He has not let me down or forgotten about me, my family, and friends.

With that said, I would love to have you pray over my household, for wisdom, mental sanity with all of the craziness around us, and of course for us to continue to seek more of HIM. And also to remind us that regardless of all the tests to our hearts, that HE Will lead us through safety and unison.

LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES, you never know what you are going to get until you take the first bite!