Thursday, October 26, 2006

El Tiempo que no Pasa

Estoy en un lugar en donde el tiempo no pasa...Todo se ha detenido en un simple suspiro de tiempo en el cual el pensamiento pasa lento y se repite a sí mismo como una canción que canta una y otra vez las mismas notas. El viento pasa igual, la lluvia cae igual, el cielo no cambia su azul límpido y la lluvia se derrama fuerte y continua a través de las horas queriendo lavar la tierra que se mueve ante ella pero vuelve a ser la misma. Aquí estoy, siendo la de ayer pero tan diferente; viviendo el hoy en un ayer que no se va.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Lo Que Queda

Lo que queda

Donde hubo quimeras de fugaces pasiones
quedaron olvidos de muertas ilusiones
palabras rotas que no dicen nada
vacíos inmensos y frías mañanas.

Un espectro a lo lejos convertido en bruma
intocable al tacto del corazón que esfuma
el dolor de la suerte que echada y quebrada
salta al abismo convertido en nada.

Llanto seco corriendo desbocado
lágrimas amargas en los ojos cerrados
que no ven el horizonte con el amor gravado
con desamor grabado en amores robados.

Explicaciones faltan, las palabras no bastan
yo digo, no dices tú lo que dices del alma
callo yo el llanto ahogado de ti escondido
y rota me recojo en el pensamiento que se va contigo.

Cuando te vea en la vida háblame de ayer
y a mi alma perpleja hazle entender…
A ver si me puedes decir qué le pasó al corazón (yo sé del mío).
A ver si me puedes decir, explicar qué sucedió…(si acaso lo sabes tú mismo…).

En una noche despechada

Life Lessons

My friend RM wrote an article about Life Lessons. The writing could not have been more true. Life's situations, the people we encounter on our way, what we see, what we hear, what we feel, every little stimuli we are exposed to encrypts something in ourselves. Those encryptions are either a superficial tattoo that we might not even realize we have it, or they may get fused with who we were before the stimuli and transform us, sometimes in subtle, other times in drastic ways. Life and everything in it is a big school full of little and big lessons. Some people might choose to not learn from all those experiences, and some might choose to seek for the hidden or apparent learning that can be derived from all our experiences. Some lessons are loud and clear, some are disguised or delayed and we just have to keep an open mind and a keen heart to accept the learning when it has to happen. Some lessons are instilled in us deep into our depths, some we pick and choose as souvenirs we wear when the time is right and when it matches what we need. The important thing is to keep an open eye for what RM calls organic learning: the learning that is rather informal, with no agenda, just happens through all the little and big experiences we are faced and immersed in everyday. In that regard I always want to be a lifelong learner. Life and everything in it is my big school, never ending, in which everyone I know, every person I have met, every action, reaction, thought, word, touch, move, sight, everything that has been placed on my path carries a valuable lesson from which I grow and evolve.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Seeing Beyond the Unknown

As a continuation, fear is then a force…Powerful, but truly just our own creation. What was created since the beginning of all is always good, always true, always conducive to our evolution and well-being. Fear that comes of our own creation is imperfect and leads to imperfection. We all have them. We just have to transform its force to have the drive to seek the ultimate, what comes from our source which can unite us with it and make us whole.

The fear of the unknown is natural for all humans and part of our preservation instinct. The fear of losing what we have is sometimes so powerful that prevents us from even trying to begin to pursue what we want. Sometimes we set ourselves with the bare minimum, in fear that if we attempt to let go of our fear and start moving towards what we want we might not succeed. Therefore, to prevent ourselves from the anticipated dissapointment of failure we do not even begin to try in the first place. I think that when we recognize our fears, acknowledge we have them, understand why we have them, but act in spite of them we learn a great deal about who we are, and we get to know more of who we could be and what we can do. And that discovery always leads to growth, and it is always worth the try.

For me and for all…

The Daily OM
October 16, 2006
Seeing Beyond The Unknown
Fear Of Losing What We Have

One of humanity's biggest fears is losing what we have. It is healthy when fear of loss helps us take steps to protect what we have worked hard to attain, but it is unhealthy to continue to fear something we can do nothing about. We need to remember that focusing our energy on fear can actually create what scares us, and holding tightly to what we have keeps us from participating in the universal flow of abundance and instead creates stagnation. Since we can only really control our thoughts and our responses, gaining proper perspective may be key to conquering such fears. The letters of the word "fear" can be used to stand for "False Evidence Appearing Real." Fears of being separated from something or someone we feel we need for our security or happiness comes from a delusion-a distorted way of understanding ourselves and the world around us. When we understand that possessions are only representations of the energy at work in our lives, we can shift our attention to the right and proper place. We can stop fearing loss of money or success because when we understand how it is created, we can always create more. We can stop fearing loss of possessions when we realize that they are not the source of our joy or well-being but only icing on our cakes. And when we understand the energy of love, we need not hold anyone too close for fear of losing them for we know that love does not diminish when it is given or shared but expands beyond boundaries of time or space. By focusing our light on our fears, they are revealed as mere shadows that disappear in the presence of mind and spirit. We can choose instead to direct our thoughts and creative power toward things of true value-love, abundance, peace, passion, and joy. These are energies that are always available to us when we place ourselves confidently in the universal flow of abundance.

The Force and the Energy

“Pain is a force; Love is energy,force is temporary, energy is always present.Welcome back "pequeña", leave and forget your regrets where the force was wasted and useless. I wonder where you lost yourself while in the journey of life.”

I found these words profound and touching. They were written to me, meant to be said to me, I guess, but most importantly, they speak to me. I don’t know who wrote this, as the author is anonymous, but I appreciate those words from the depths of my true self.

Lo único que persigo es ser fiel y verdadera a mi corazón. Por alguna razón seguir al corazón (energía) se convierte en fuerza o se interpreta como eso. Sí, la energía me ha dado fuerza, pero sigue latente en mí y espero que siempre pueda traspasar mi piel y dejarse ver a través de mí como reflejo real y lleno de verdad de quien soy. ¿Perdida de mí misma? No creo. Estoy aquí, conmigo, a veces durmiendo, a veces soñando, a veces despierta y pensando, y a veces siendo lo que soy a pesar del mundo y de la lógica y la razón. A veces me ven otros, a veces no, y eso es fuerza. Cuando me veo como soy es energía.

Gracias por la visita. Y como decimos en mi isla, “¡que se repita!”


I am leaving to Puerto Rico again. I will be going to recharge and reconnect with a place that gave me so much and people who care about me deeply, the same way I love them with a love that is pure and never ending. I will be going back to myself, to the original version of who I am, and hopefully will be back with a clearer picture of who I want to become. I am going to Puerto Rico to breathe and fuse with the Caribbean air so full of history and a past that is always present. I will love, be loved, laugh loud and much, eat, think, and just be.

If you have not visited the link to the video The Power of Love, please do. And with that I will leave you until I come back.

Friday, October 13, 2006

The Power of Love

It may sound like a cliché, but love is truly the most powerful force in the world. Love can inspire us, move us, motivate us, and give us the strength to do the unthinkable. My dear friend Jennifer Laszlo sent me the story below and the video clip. Let love take its course today...

[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]
I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots. But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck. Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day. Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs. "He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''
But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.'' "Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.'' Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.'' That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!'' And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon. ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year. Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried. Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?
Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time. ``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.'' And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

Click on the following link to watch the video. It will move you, inspire you, and make you realize the power of love:

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Llorar de Amor

He llorado esta mañana. Lloré de una tristeza feliz, o de una felicidad triste. Lloré cuando mi alma encontró la luz que entraba por mis ojos abiertos viendo la realidad del amor, y no pudo evitar desbordarse. Supongo que el amor así, tan profundo y puro, tan fuerte y poderoso hace llorar. Supongo que el alma sí entiende la totalidad y simpleza majestuosa y divina del amor y su poder transformador, energizador, el poder de no tan solo pensar que todo se puede, sino hacer que todo se pueda. Hoy lloré y fue un lindo llanto, con amor corriendo por mis mejillas y uniéndose a mi mirada clavada en el poder de lo que no se ve pero que se siente tan verdadero, real y completo. Hoy me reafirmé que para el amor no hay límites, que el amor no tiene distancia, ni tiempo, ni impedimento, solo aquéllos que le imponemos nosotros en nuestra condición humana porque el amor es mucho más que la capacidad de nuestro cuerpo y que la razón de nuestra mente. Hoy lloré de saber que el amor lo puede todo si lo dejamos actuar y obrar. Para el amor nada es imposible y verlo me hace llorar. Hoy lloraré todo el día con una sonrisa en mi corazón y en mis labios.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

It is natural of humans to pursue growth. Humans have the innate need to make progress in certain areas of life, few or many depending on the person, periodically throughout our existence. For some it is finding their calling and constantly setting new goals to fulfill their passions; for others it is making some kind of financial progress throughout their lives; for many it is seeking continuous spiritual growth and a connection with a higher power. Humans need to feel they are “moving forward”, and stagnation damages the human soul creating a blockage in the flow of energy and instilling a sense of imbalance within. When water cannot run its course and merge with a stronger, wider, deeper, more powerful stream or body it loses its ability to be and becomes dark, murky, and turbid. The same thing happens with our human condition when we stop our flow, our natural progression, and the evolution of all the elements of our lives. When we pay attention to just one or few areas of our lives and feel we are moving upward or forward we feel contentment, but it can be temporary. When we endeavor in accomplishing all areas that make us what we ought to be we can evolve.

It is healthy to strive to accomplish ourselves the best way possible, at the maximum of our capacity, and the feeling of exhilaration that comes with it ignites a light that shines through us and everyone can see. Our energy is strengthened when we sense we are moving in the right direction with complete satisfaction. Hopefully, all humans will pursue to evolve whole. Paying too much attention to just one area of our lives and just focusing on the growth of that area (financial, social, spiritual, etc.), can also create an imbalance as the other areas that are also important for our fruition remain incomplete or neglected. Humans should seek to create and maintain a harmonious relationship between the physical world and ourselves, and grow all aspects that compose our humanity to the best of our ability, knowing that to evolve means to never stop growing whole.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Yo Misma Fui Mi Ruta

La vida es un viaje con nosotros en él. Podemos elegir ser el conductor de nuestro propio viaje o sentarnos atrás, ser pasajeros y dejar que otros nos conduzcan. Cuando conducimos nosotros, forjamos nuestro propio destino. Cuando otros conducen solo podemos preguntarnos a dónde nos llevará nuestro viaje...Eres conductor o eres pasajero?
Yo misma fui mi ruta

Yo quise ser como los hombres quisieronque yo fuese:
un intento de vida;
un juego al escondite con mi ser.
Pero yo estaba hecha de presentes,
y mis pies, planos sobre la tierra promisora
no resistían caminar hacia atrás,
y seguían adelante, adelante,
burlando las cenizas para alcanzar el beso
de los senderos nuevos.
A cada paso adelantado en mi ruta hacia el frente
rasgaba mis espaldas el aleteo desesperado de los troncos viejos.
Pero la rama estaba desprendida para siempre,
y a cada nuevo azote
la mirada mía se separaba más y más y más de los lejanos horizontes aprendidos:
y mi rostro iba tomando la espresión que le venía de adentro,
la expresión definida que asomaba un sentimiento de liberación íntima;
un sentimiento que surgía del equilibrio sostenido entre mi vida
y la verdad del beso de los senderos nuevos.
Ya definido mi rumbo en el presente,
me sentí brote de todos los suelos de la tierra,
de los suelos sin historia, de los suelos sin porvenir,
del suelo siempre suelo sin orillas de todos los hombres y de todas las épocas.
Y fui toda en mí como fue en mí la vida…
Yo quiese ser como los hombres quisieron que yo fuese:
un intento de vida; un juego al escondite con mi ser.
Pero yo estaba hecha de presentes;
cuando ya los heraldos me anunciabanen el regio desfile de los troncos viejos,
se me torció el deseo de seguir a los hombres,
y el homenaje se quedó esperándome.

Julia de Burgos