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.."

"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:) 

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..."

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. 

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... 

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..." 

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!