The Flower and Me

You are the flower with its soft petals; your voice reminds me of an afternoon October breeze.
I am the careless wave that arrives without permission to kiss the sand on the beach.
The flower patiently waits, listen, observe, and then the spirit of God uses her to deliver the message
I am the wave that speeds up, roaring on its trip, breaking the wind to reach the shore and up to the flower until it turns into foam.
You are the flower, I am the wave meeting at the beach as two close friends.
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TOTAL SURRENDER

The story begins when in a prayer I asked God to keep my mind safe from the evil spirits of anxiety and depression, I prayed for a Miracle, and for a sign that he listened to my prayers, the next day I was at Staples buying ink for my printer, then for not  particular reason I found myself walking in this artist's isle. I bought color pens and basics to start drawing, I admit, I don't know how to draw, I never draw anything in my life. One day at the time this idea is taking shape and form in my mind, the Holy Spirit is guiding my inexperienced hand, although I know for sure that this is God's creative hand. I don't have a clue where this journey is taking me, but there is not a doubt in my mind that I am a joyful daughter of the Mighty in the Highest.           

OUTCRY TO HEAVEN

Sleepless is the night when the shining stars are dimmed, when the fatigue is great that you cannot sleep. Faith is nourishment of the soul, when the questions are not answered, and tomorrow, a written day with no chance of change.

Prayers and outcry has been heard in heaven, and the patience has gone to promote obedience. Patience is the key when Faith is the only treasure, as it is the fervent hope for God's time.

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WRITINGS WITH THE INK OF MY VEINS

Today I spent a moment with you, and my reflection in the mirror of your eyes
Because through your veins runs the same blood that keeps me alive.
Because I exist in your DNA, in a single line that you store in your thumb,
I have spent the best time with you until next time,

I admire in you the things we have in common, but mostly I enjoy our differences
Because they are funny and I laugh, because they are serious and I keep silent, because they are interesting and I wonder.

I love you and I have you stuck in my mind, and I light up when I think you.
You're the hidden treasure, that mom and dad left me when they passed away, because you and I is the only memory of them.
I always come back to your river and drink from your waters to appease the thirst of family that grows with my visits.

Please accept these doses of love that I give you, that love that our parents never taught us, but as adults we understand that love is not bought or sold, that is born as spring water, and the more you take, the more you give, and you can share with your friends and family.

I love your children because in them I see those eyes and eyebrows that Gregoria(grandma) had on her beautiful face, and I love your wife who God made from your rib and because she has decided to stay at your side.

I love the mixture of your journey through the world of dreams and realities, and I respect the limits that I would not pierce without becoming the intruder I have never known.

I want you to know that I recognize that I am full of flaws, but in a good sense of things I look for your acceptance and your admiration.
I'm like an acrobat walking a tightrope for a round of applause,
I'm crazy, I scream, I am foolish because I am emotional, but my intentions are good.

I want to make a difference in your life, I would like to steal what nobody can, it is the lock you used to close your heart and threw the key into oblivion.
I prefer to think of you crying alone for the absence of that key than to accept that you talk with your shadow, and she would have answered you. I LOVE YOU BROTHER.

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SOME KIND OF LADY

MY LADY DOGGIE   RIP Sunday July 18th 2010.
A farewell to my faithful and most lovable dog, we will love you, and remember you forever. I am so sad for your death, maybe one day we will get used to your absence, but your memory will always be with us. Good bye to my precious furry thing

SOMEWHERE IN TIME a memory rests.

Lago de coatepeque, El Salvador Central America

The rooster sang 5:00 AM

Children up and ready for the walk

The mother makes tamales for the trip

The father caught fish to exchange for milk

In the shallow part of the lake, the children bathe, and swim

COUNTRY MEETS CITY

 

My first harvest of apricots was very much enjoyed, after sharing some with my neighbors and friends, I tried my first recipe of apricot cobbler.
Filling
1 lb. of fresh apricots, halved
Topping
1 cup flour
1 cup of sugar
1/4 cup margarine
1 egg
1/2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. baking powder
preheat oven at 350 degrees.

Mix all dry ingredients, add solid margarine, cut it with a knife until it become crumbles, then add the egg and mix it to make a soft batter.

using pam oil a 9x13 glass dish, arrange halved apricots inside up, and spoon batter to

to cover the fruit.

 

Bake for 35 to 40 minutes until golden brown.

Let cool completely.

ENJOY!

WHEN BAD IS GOOD

                                                   

Many things have change in the last four years, not all bad, not all good. I cook smaller portions now, so I don’t have leftovers that sooner or later will go to the garbage. I recycle all my cans and bottles and sell them, also I recycle all glass, paper and tins for the City. I have become closer to God, I found out it wasn’t him who had forgotten me, but it was me walking too fast on my own. I learned to take the passenger seat in this trip called life, not matter what I do today tomorrow was already written for me before I was born.

Ephesians 1:4 “For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight".

I never pay regular price for anything; there is always a sale somewhere. I noticed that most people have flat screen TV;s, I will change my oldie when it breaks, so far it still working. I don’t use paper napkins, I bought a whole bunch of pretty linen napkins for a quarter each, it costs less to wash them. In the summer I lower my water heater to warm , I save in the gas bill. In clothing, I am buying more colors so I don’t have to use hot water when washing.
Instead of inviting people to restaurants, we do pot lucks at home. Not matter how difficult time we are all having, there is always good news to share or concentrate in the universe, and start a conversation about anything that we find amazing in it.
Matthew 6:25-27 25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”

Our financial problems started in 2007, continued to the present , I immediately started looking for solutions, cutting down on unnecessary expenses, stopped going to the theater, on long trips we always carry an ice chest, and avoid buying drinks and water at gas stations mini markets. We planned trips many months ahead and use a piggy bank for expenses while away from home.
In these four years I have learn to be patient, to keep in mind that sooner or later everything passes, to stay in good spirits not matter what, and to give, give, and give. Along with other things my husband gives away the first and best fruits of our trees we have in our yard, we make bags of our wonderful golden delicious green apples, and share them with our neighbors, we give away the first best sweet and juicy apricots. The smile on people faces when we give is priceless, that leaves us with a feeling of good deeds accomplished that lasts in our hearts forever.
Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness”.

If after all I still want to think about things, I do it while walking, never seating down where depression can hit me at any time.

BLESS YOU

I can only bless you whenever I hear your voice in anguish,

when you accuse, when you lie and invent.

When you hurt, when you suffer.

The blood, life, genes, a mother’s lap

it’s all the same, yet

not life is worth it when serve us nothing,

but ties that bind and accept rejection

Bless you, blood that plays hide and seek.

I find you, you find me, I embrace you and you go.

Bless you, life that ridicule, fill me and run away.

how can you live accepting and denying.

Neglecting love and wishing.

Claiming welfare and longing.

Receiving goodness and forgetting.

And where everything seems safe

in the intimacy of the inner self

you slowly return to reality

to distribute drops of inconformity

Bless you because someone understands you

Because reading in between the lines is an art

Because the pain is filtered and hurts the clown

when he looks in the mirror, and learns that the makeup runs.

Sooner or later, to all

we must be accountable

The responsible pays and follow the path

The other one regrets to have lived his journey

As I said before, reading in between the lines is an art

So I love you, and so I leave you

I need to be alone for now

To protect the self that never learns.

Bless you.

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MISS ME NOT

She is the best invention, the eternal embrace, the warmth in my winters

the splendor of dawn,

she is the kiss of a rose.

I painted her smile, that's what she said.

she wipes my anxiety, that's what I said.

the journey is endless; the danger awaits its prey,

and I pray for her safety day after day.

My heart is the place where I keep her memories,

the songs of angels so sweet to my ears.

I washed her mistakes with my tears,

and healed her wounds with my love.

Lazily time passes as I embroider the lace

that will adorn her wedding dress.

Her unborn children play in the patio

while grandmother sings lullabies.

Blessed is the night when I dream about myself

crossing the bridge of her eyebrows

to peak a bright smile swinging in the arc of her lips.