1c. and now, let´s meditate about the nobody´s children!

The nobody´s boys and girls are one year old or less.
Some do not know their father, and what´s more like him
Is that man who terrorizes them with his voice and hands,
and who makes them believe that the fairy tales monsters

and villains, exist.

They do not know a mother´s hug, nor an “I love you”.

They do not listen to lullabies and get to sleep through violence and shouts, and do not know if they are awake or are living in a nightmare.

They are those who, the only contact received is that of the punishing hand, the whip that hurts, and the indifference that kills. They are the sons and daughters of life, who must to learn to fend for themselves, even if they haven’t yet learnt to walk.

1d. LIVING IN A VIRTUAL WORLD! A FICTION AND A MESMERIZING DECEPTION!

I am very grateful for the technological advances that allow us to get in touch with many unknown friends, as I consider all of those who by chance, curiosity, or benevolent understanding, get to read, and hopefully consider, what I humbly place on these pages.

I also really enjoy all the attractive features that the publicity industry provides to all those who, being at the same time monetary targets for the tourist, luxury and entertainment.

My TV set and my laptop are my windows to everything that is going on all around. In this virtual world, and through these already indispensable devices, we are able to share the enthusiasm of those, who, by their rightful choice and alternative consideration, decides to enjoy what this world has to offer.

We also have the opportunity, if we desire so, to get acquainted with the hard realities of those less privileged, who only have their imagination to fill the ragged voids in their almost, if not completely so, lives.

Virtualism has come! It is already here to stay! It is neither good nor bad! It depends how we visualize it and how we use it! It can be a good thing if we learn to avoid its dangers of isolating ourselves from what should be always important to us.

What´s virtual?

A man was checking internet on his laptop

while waiting to be served at a restaurant…

While doing so a little child came to his side

tugging at his pants and begging him for some coins.

When asked why he wanted them the child answered…

to buy a bread to feed his hunger.

The man asked the waiter to give the child a bread,

and kept on checking the internet on his laptop.

Distracted by the emails and their content the man was laughing,

and forgot about the child,

until he heard him asking if cheese and butter

could be added to the bread he had received.

The man agreed but told the child to stay put

so he could enjoy what he was reading.

The child then asked him what he was reading,

and the man answered:

Emails!

The child kept on asking… What emails are?

The man answered: Letters on the internet! Internet?

Then the man explained it was a place in the computer

where you could share everything in a virtual way.

Virtual? The man kept on trying to explain,

saying it was an imaginary place

that can´t be touched or reached,

but it seemed tangible and real.

That´s good! The child said.

Now I know I live in a virtual world!

How is that? Do you have a computer? Asked the man.

The child said: No, but my life is like that, a virtual one!

My mother is almost always absent and I rarely see her!

I care for my little crying brother, and give him water,

and he believes is soup, what I am giving him.

My older sister goes out, everyday, to sell her body,

but I don´t understand, because she always comes back home,

and she still has her body.

My father is in jail, but I imagine we are all together at home,

as a family, a lot of food, many toys,

and me going to school to become a doctor, some day.

In that moment, that man understood,

and in him, every one of us should,

what a nonsensical virtualism is this we are living in…

the cruel reality we daily see, personally or in the media,

that we watch as if were just a virtual occurrence,

to be forgotten after the next entertaining

or publicity commercial.

There are two decisions to make.
To keep on doing what we do,

everyone for him or her!

Or aspire to inspire before we die,
doing something to change things,
one at a time!

2. for some very special persons!

As I said at the beginning of these series of postings, there is no need to reinvent the iced water or the wheel, in order to tackle with the struggles of today.

I have read, lately, that people are not only trying to wreck all types of social systems, just or unjust, on behalf of a pretended socialized understanding of equality and rights of the oppressed minorities of the world.

There is oppression, there is injustice, there is widespread abuse… there is not the slightest doubt! But trying to pin it on God, with a hypocritical, malicious, and the most cowardly attitude of not placing the responsibility where it lies, which is in ourselves, is the most aberrant thing to do.

Nowadays, there is an also universal cry for the latest climatological changes that are affecting, in the millions, the lives of the people, in all nations, the richer and the poorer, as well.

It is, and only some timorous voices have raised the question, like the earth, as the nature as a whole as well, is also raising its protest and reacting against the unrepentant abusers of the generosity it has received through the millenniums up to day.

It is the ultimate dilemma of human kind. We cannot keep on abusing and hurting and then blaming God or any other instance for the hurting back that we receive.

It is not a matter of material actions, but of a moral change in us. If the core of the tree trunk of our lives is rotten, its branches, leaves, flowers and fruits will also spiritually rot and materially fall into the deadliest decay.

It is up to us to change. There is no lack of knowledge or warnings, exhortations, or illuminating messages to let us understand the direst need to change if we want to preserve a decent way of living and inheriting a hopeful world to the generations to come.

It is for this reason that I celebrate and encourage those special people, friends or just awareners of what really is going on, who raise their voices to allow us to spread their concerns into the wider circles of our societal groups.

To them, I want to dedicate the words and the music
of a friendly song I received through the internet.

FOR SOME VERY SPECIAL PERSONS!

A friendly son with the flowers of our gardens
that still flourish on our earth!

Hello! Have you been told that your messages
are full of laughter, reflections and encouragement?

Thanks for sharing the presentations you find and receive. Because you help us to face life with joy and hopes!
Because you always keep us in your mind!

We send you all our love and our sincere friendship.
In other words… our best for you!

Friendship is not to be defined!
It simply exists!
Thanks for sharing the good things of life!

2a. the four seasons of life!

Here is another lesson on how to look at life. The actual frenzied pace that has been imposed on people of all social levels, prevent from having the barest enough time to sit back, think and decide what the right priorities should be.

People tends to see life, interpret their needs in accord with the latest publicity pitch, buy, buy, call, call, get, get, the latest gadget, without caring for costs; you will be billed and paid later on!

Consequently, we see only the season of life that the world wants us to be in, the “consumist per excellence” one, becoming aged and faded, jaded, Peter Pans, always chasing mirages and artificial rainbows.

Life must be lived, seen, appreciated, challenged, overcome, enjoyed, balanced, one step at a time, but always keeping in mind its whole spectrum, so we do not lose the right perspectives and priorities.

If we do so, we will be able to navigate through the four seasons that will constitute the treasured mementos and heritage that the present generations have the opportunity to store for the benefit of the future. Let´s meditate about it!

There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly.
So, he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go, and look at a tree,
that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter,
The second in the spring,
The third in summer,
And the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and returned,
he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said it was covered with green buds
and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms
that smelled so sweet, and looked so beautiful.
it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them;
he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit,
full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they all were right,

because they had each seen only one season in the trees' life.

He told them that you cannot judge a person or a tree
by only one season.

And that the essences of who they are,
and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life,
can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,
the beauty of your summer, and the fulfillment of your fall.

Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult times,
and better ones are sure to come.

Aspire to Inspire…. before you Expire!

Live Simply. Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak Kindly.
And leave the rest to God.

Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Pains and sorrows keep you Human.
Failures keep you Humble.
Success keeps you growing,
But only God keeps you going on.

Take care and be safe for me.
THANK YOU FOR BEING A VERY IMPORTANT PART
OF THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE!


God bless you and keep you in his care
through all the seasons of your life!

2b. to be poor or rich, today!

What are we really, today? Are we on the right path to happiness and fulfillment, breaking our backs by seeking to possess all the trinkets we are being offered, for a price, today?

Can we close our eyes to what surrounds us, forgetting or blatantly erasing all the suffering and needs, unless it directly affect us or rock our complacent compulsions?

Do we really know or understand what is to be rich or poor? Do we have the right to exact from others what we have not earned ourselves, through hard labor, saving efforts, imagination and self control?

Is being poor, according to the standards of today,
such a tragedy and a curse?

What does it mean to be poor, today?

A rich man, wanting that his son could learn
what it is to be poor,
took him to spend some days with a farmer´s family.
The boy spent three days and nights
living in the countryside.

Going back to the city, still in the car,
the father asked him: how was it?
Good! Answered the son, kind of aloof and distracted.

The father insisted: did you learn something?
Yes! We have a dog. They have four.
We have a pool, with treated water, covering half of our patio!
They have a river with crystal clear water,
myriads of fishes and other beautiful things!

We have electric lights in our garden,
but they have the stars and the moon to illuminate their nights!

Our garden ends at a wall. Theirs reaches the horizon.
We buy food. They cook it.

We listen to CDs. They listen to a perpetual symphony of birds,
crickets, and other small animals!
All that, at times, together with a neighbor´s song
while he works his land!

We use microwaves.
What they eat has the “slow fire” flavor.

We live caged by walls, alarms on.
They live, almost always, with open doors,
protected by their neighbors´ friendship!

We live connected to the mobile phones,
the computer, the TV!
They live connected to the sun, the water,
the sky, the green of the countryside,
the animals, their shadows, their families!

The father was impressed by the wisdom of his son.
Finally, the son concluded:
Thanks for showing me how poor we are!

We are becoming poorer as the days pass.
Poorer in the Nature´s observation,
which is the greatest making of God!

We worry a lot about HAVING, HAVING AND HAVING MORE,
instead of being concerned, ONLY, with “BEING”.
And being better every day, more!

May God bless you, today, and always, Amen!

2c. the son of the planet!

One of the peculiar characteristics of humankind is that we think that we are the privileged, and without any restraint, species on this earth.

We feel like we own it and we are entitled to everything it offers, without caring for preserving what will naturally be affected by our indiscriminate usage, up to the point of their final extinction from this earth.

If we placed ourselves in their place, as a cohabiting species with plants and animals as a whole, we would not be surprised when finding out that we are visualized, by a mounting up many, as the most dangerous virus and predators on this earth.

We, actually, are extremely concerned with the mounting changes that are taking place. Hurricanes! Floodings! Famines! Desertification! Earthquakes! Tsunamis! And we can go on, and on!

Could it be that we have never known what is to be a living entity in this world? Could it be that we have forgotten how to be, or become, a real son of this earth?

It is not so. It is that we have conveniently forgotten what we have already known. It is that we do not want to listen to the wisely thinking people, who keep on telling that in order to survive, we need to know, and practice, what it takes to be a son of this planet that we call our home. Because…

When you find yourself serene and contented
everywhere in the world…

When every place is your country...

When, having anything, you feel you have it all…

When in riches you can look
as the humblest of all…

When you can extend kindness back
to your offenders,
whoever they could be…
And you see your brother in everyone…

When you realize that love
is just and only giving and giving,
without regard to nothing else but giving…

When, indifferent, you move forwards
among those insulting…
And silently you tell them you forgive...

When no one could hurt you,
and nothing brings you sorrows…

When you give back love to those who hate you...

When you consciously act innocently....

When you pursue knowing as much
as your nourishing bread…

When you love everything
without passion nor possession…

When reality finally overcomes illusions…

When you learn to alleviate
the sorrows of the suffering,
without regard to who they are…

And only truth flows from your talking…

When you turn duty into a pleasure,
And pleasure is no more a duty…

When you live your present
as the only thing that´s urgent...

When kindness is your willing…
When selfishness cedes the way to altruism…
When impurity cedes the way to virtue and purity…

Then, you will be a man, you will be a woman!
You will be someone who has reached
the real level of humanity…

You will be a son of the planet, someone
who has finally become a real human being!

2d. between you and God!

We have found how to become a real human being through the words of Mother Teresa, in the posting above. But now a question remains.

Why should I do what I am being told to do, if I know, by experience, personal or from every other source available, that this is the surest way to be taken advantage of?

Why would I choose becoming the fool every one of the smarter ones, loves to trample upon, using it as a carpet to clean dirty shoes, mud, and whatever you could think of?

Why should I believe that my efforts would be reckoned with, if everything done according to these rules is usually doomed to ridicule, mockery and failure?

Why should I behave always with integrity in everything I have to do, if this is the surest way to be chosen as a scapegoat by the slickers of this world?

Why I would be such an easy prey for those who will love to pin their shenanigans on my lap, as I would not know how to deal with things the way they do, nor I would have the resources and contacts to defend myself?

Why should I choose not being another wolf and member of the predating packs of this world, who prey upon the weaker ones that cross their paths?

Let me tell you my friends. There is a wise saying that says that there is no evil that last a hundred years, nor a body that can resist it.

In other words, we will finally overcome the injustice and find a better way to keep on living, with our inner peace of mind and our integrity, intact.

Or we will die, standing tall and consequent with our rightful beliefs, without having to compromise or getting under the yoke of the spiteful and shameful moral procrastination or defeat?

IN BOTH WAYS, ANYWAY,
WE COME OUT AS WINNERS!

Because in the end…
it is not between the world oppressors
and us, and you!
Everything, my friend,
is between God and you!
SO…!

Always give the best of you…
And the BEST will come!
Sometimes people are egotistical,
illogic and senseless.
Even so, forgive them!

If you are amiable, people can accuse you
of egotistical and ulterior motives.
Even then, be kind!

If you are a winner, you will have
some false friends and some enemies.
Even so, keep on winning!

If you are honest and frank, people can deceive you.
Even then, be frank and honest!

What you spent years building up,
someone can destroy it in an hour.
Even so, keep on building!

If you have peace and you are happy,
people can be envious.
Even so, be happy!

The good you do today,
may be forgotten tomorrow.
Even then, do good!

If you give the world your best,
that may never be enough.
Even so, give your best!

For all that counts,
everything is, and will be,
between you and God!

It never was between you and them!

Teresa de Calcutta.

3. A poem for my friends!

At this moment in time, and as the series of posting seem to be stretching along, a logical question arises. Who is this guy who is placing these types of thoughts on the table? What credentials does he claims to have so we feel prone to pay attention to whatever he says? What is his supposed expertise to address these societal incidents? And why he feels he is entitled to discuss them as if he had personal knowledge of what is going on?

For people like me, in other words, those who have reached the golden years of our autumn seasons, the lived and left behind experiences give us the authority to say, hey boys, if you keep on going where you are going, you will hit, head front, the walls I did hit many years ago.

You could probably say, what do you care for? It is my life and I can live it however I choose to live it! Mind your own business, you, prehistoric as you are, because you will never be able to understand the vitality of our present generations.

Some time ago I received an email with what I feel it was a somewhat grossly expressed joke about the generational clashes of today. An arrogant young fellow was precisely saying to an elder one what I referred to two paragraphs above, bragging about all the technological devices they are so apt in using, while we, the older ones, are barely able to deal with the simplest models of the computer world and phones, to mention some of them.

And the elder guy answered the disrespectful brat, that we had been part of the beginning of such a technological progress, if not the actual inventors, or developers, of the devices they are so proud about. And continued asking the brat what was what he was doing for the generations he would beget, and the rest of generations to come.

I do not want to react like the guy I am referring to, because his reaction was born out of hurt feelings and a defensive mood. I want to address these issues, as I have been addressing all along, out of love and caring for the ones who are still unborn, and will have to live with the consequences of our selfishness and mistakes.

Because of this, I want to convey to all of you the poem, and its message, that I transcribe below. Because I consider you my friends, known or unknown yet, already met or soon to meet. You all, fellow travelers in this wonderful journey that life is for every one!

A Poem to my friends!

I cannot give you solutions for all the problems in this life,
nor I have all the answers to your doubts or fears,
but I can listen and share my past experiences with you!

I cannot change your past or your future.
But I will be there when you need me, if you need me at all.

I cannot prevent you from stumbling.
I can only offer you my hand for you to hold it,
and not falling down!

Your joyfulness, your triumphs and accomplishments
are not mine.
But I sincerely enjoy it when I see you happy.

I do not judge the decisions you make in life.
I limit myself to support you, to encourage you,
and to help you, if you ask me to do so.

I cannot force on you the parameters
for you to act within them, but, yes,
but I can offer you the necessary space
for you to grow in within.

I cannot prevent your suffering
when some sorrow breaks your heart.
But I can cry with you and pick up the fragments
to piece it back together.

I cannot tell you who you are,
nor who, you should be.
I can only love you as you are
and be your friend!

These past days I was thinking about my friends.
You were neither on top nor down,
nor in the middle of the list.

You did not start nor ended the list!
You were neither the number one
nor the final one on that list!

To sleep blissfully!
To spread out love vibrations!
To know we are just passers-by down here!

To improve our relationships!
To profitably use the opportunities!
To listen to our hearts!
To do credit to our lives!

I do not, at all, pretend to be the first,
the second or the third on your list.
For me is enough that you want me to be your friend.

Jorge Luis Borges.

4. I still stand!

There is something intangible but fundamental when you live a lot, not only in years but in experiences, pains, joys, love given and received, shared and given again.

It is intangible and fundamental because it blends, indissolubly with you, becoming part of your intrinsic being, and giving you the fortitude and stamina to face the remaining days of your life with a peaceful attitude and desires to leave behind the best of what you have gathered along.

It is so comforting seeing all your family gathering around you when the feasts, the holidays, the anniversaries, the birthdays, especially yours, and knowing that life is going on and you have been able to give the best that is being reproduced in their lives.

There is always the opportunity to keep on giving. Giving out of what is dearest to you. It could be a framed picture that you have taken yourself. It could be a memento or an electronic game or toy that you gathered a long time before.

It could be one of the dolls collected by my wife through the years or some pieces of your treasured silverware that will continue gracing the tables of the homes of your children, as a joyful repetition of the grace they showed in your own.

The same thing happens with your memories, your readings, your reflections, the comments shared when cozily seated in your living room or your dining table, you are able to bring back, alive as if they just happening today, the remembrances that will serve as a reference parameter to their younger lives.

Because, as the celebrated writer, whose thoughts I transcribe below, the greatest occurrence in life is that we can still stand tall, and say with a well earned pride tingling in our voice, even if it is not as strong as before: I still stand, and will stand tall until the last day of my life.

I still stand!
Excerpts from a great man words!
Jorge Luis Borges

I feel, at this moment in life, almost the same
as when I was much younger.
I'm far from placing my happiness on material things,
still enjoying what I have without despair
because of what I have not!

I´m fortunate in knowing how to appreciate
and correctly define what surrounds me,
and I live in harmony with what
I generate through my daily efforts.

I keep on, daily, gaining the love and respect
of my family, friends and fellows,
because Love stays and grow in the light of devotion
and care they are given,
and it´s good to frequently water them
with water from the heart.

I keep my loves alive… the past and present ones,
because they keep me walking.
I treasure my friends´ affection
in the inner refuge I built up,
for each one of them, through the years,
and protect it as a space that, rightfully,
and perpetually, belongs to them.

I am especially grateful to all those
who generously gave me
a piece of their soul and heart,
contributing to make me what I am today
and who I will be tomorrow.

I use, as the purest energy, the confidence on me,
had, and being had, by those who helped me to become
what I have become;

Those who were beside me
in my childhood, teenhood and adulthood,
And, together, prepared me, I hope, to fully live
the, already coming, or arrived, golden years.

The ones before me are always present
and alive in my heart and mind.
Those who raised and shouldered me
so my feet could start walking,
and cared for my legs to be strong enough
to support the ones I have begotten.

I do my best to keep my feet, firm and grounded,
even if, frequently my imagination gives herself
the luxury of flying and dreaming
with an harmonious today,
and a much better tomorrow.

When I am cold, because of my remoteness,
disagreements and conflicts with my fellows,
I call on the heart´s fires to strengthen me,
and be given the courage to assume my faults and
ask to be forgiven.

And when I receive, in any circumstance, an apology
I try to be ready to forgive and forget the offenses.
Penance enough pays the one who assumes his fault,
and is abusive to commit the excess of making forgiveness
more difficult to be received.

I try lo live in peace with myself

because I know we cannot offer it
when we do not have it ourselves.

I know that flying only requires giving strength
to our imagination to enroute itself
towards the horizons where still nothing exists.

I dream with and old age where my wife´s hand is my guide
and my hand is her comfort and support.

I want to repeat myself in every action of those
who seek a dignified way of living,
and in their efforts to impregnate my soul ,
for me to keep striving ahead,
and living as God wants us to live.

I want to have, someday, the privilege to reach the highest,
where the spirit has its fortress and our faith its reason.

This is a message to be shared, and in its flight may reach
wherever it should reach.

LET´S HOPE IT REACHES THE SPIRITS AND MINDS,

OF THOSE WILLING TO OPEN THEMSELVES,

TO THE CHALLENGE OF SEEKING

TRUTH AND DISCERNMENT!

The Summer of 2010 is almost over, but The Fresh Air Fund still needs loving host families!

I have received news from my dear friend Sara Wilson

and the Fresh Air Fund summer activities

that I want to share with you all.

If you have friends and families in the places mentioned below,

share with them this wonderful opportunity to extend God´s blessings,

to all these children, from New York and surrounding communities!

May God bless you, my friends!

For more information check:
http://weneedfreshairfundhosts.com


Fresh Air News

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If you or someone you know is able to host, please sign up now.
In 2009, The Fresh Air Fund's Volunteer Host Family program, called Friendly Town, gave close to 5,000 New York City boys and girls, ages six to 18, free summer experiences in the country and the suburbs.

Volunteer host families shared their friendship and homes up to two weeks or more in 13 Northeastern states from Virginia to Maine and Canada.

The Fresh Air Fund relies on donations to provide memorable summers to NYC children.

The Fresh Air Fund still needs hosts for the summer of 2010.

Thanks to host families who open up their homes for a few weeks each summer,

children growing up in New York City’s toughest neighborhoods

have experienced the joys of Fresh Air experiences.

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Host families range in size, ethnicity and background, but share the desire to open their hearts and homes to give city children an experience they will never forget.

Hosts say the Fresh Air experience is as enriching for their own families, as it is for the inner-city children.

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"We made smokes and hot dogs over the fire. I've never cooked outside before!"

Fresh Air children are boys and girls, six to 18 years old, who live in New York City. Children on first-time visits are six to 12 years old and stay for either one or two weeks.

Youngsters who are re-invited by the same family may continue with The Fund through age 18, and many enjoy longer summertime visits, year after year.

A visit to the home of a warm and loving volunteer host family can make all the difference in the world to an inner-city child. All it takes to create lifelong memories is laughing in the sunshine and making new friends.

The majority of Fresh Air children are from low-income communities. These are often families without the resources to send their children on summer vacations.

Most inner-city youngsters grow up in towering apartment buildings without large, open, outdoor play spaces.

Concrete playgrounds cannot replace the freedom of running barefoot through the grass or riding bikes down country lanes.

How can we know what´s the measure of failure or success? The Ws, Xs, Ys and Zs of Life and Death!

This afternoon I was walking back home, having gone out to walk my six months female dog, when I crossed paths, on our corner sidewalk with a very small girl, no more than four or five years old, holding the hand of her mother, who was carrying a backpack, bigger than the little girl.

I had been wondering, for weeks, what I should do with my writings and “video made” Powerpoint presentations.

My dilemma has been, if posting them in my Facebook page for the benefit and information of my friends, or posting them in my blog webpage, opening myself to the scrutiny of anyone who cared to read and see them.

The little girl was repeating, once and then again, and in a loud voice, the letters, w, x, y, and z!

The melodic sound of her childish voice struck the innerest cords of my mind, my heart, and my spirit, and made me wonder what I said at the beginning of these words…

How can we know what´s the measure of failure or success?

In life? In what really counts?

In what you can´t deny when you are alone with yourself?

In what rises up when you are seeing around,
as I am in this right moment, a bunch of skiers
jumping up and down the coldest snowy hills of this world?

Or when you become exasperated,
watching the politicians and the manipulators.
excuse me…
should I have said states-men?, states-women?, international personalities?, investors and big money makers of this world?

Do you see it?
There is ample room to choose your circus spectacle role playing!

You can choose whoever you want to be!

A trapeze flier! A clown!

A lion or panther handler placing your head inside their jaws!

A bombastic and grandiloquent announcer, commentator, analyst, or pharisaical spreader of the most scandalous the better, news, scandals, crimes or human perversions!

A flashy puppet! Or just a mesmerized spectator!

I do not want to be seen or considered a puritanical soothsayer.
I have never been such a personage.
I have always tried to find the inherent logic and the beauty in the most dissimilar circumstances.
I have enjoyed life, even if, at times, in a kind of sinful,
but enticing, and not imposing on others, abusing ways.

Because I have always respected the boundaries of self determination, steadfastness, rightfulness and truth, in everything I have tackled with.

This has been my invariable conviction, even if a costly one, most of the time, in my already forgotten projects planning and management, as well as the personally living and lived, challenges, along my already long lasting, and never boring, life.

I have lived through a lot! I have wandered from the top to the abysses of these changing circumstances that have constituted and given flavor to my life!

I have, as my favorite song says, sometimes chewed more than I could eat, even after spitting it out! I have had more than I would have desired, share of losing, as the years have passed and I have been part of the unending struggle of the world I have been immersed in.

But, even if I cried, at times, when hardships have hit my own people, I have always kept my faith in an ever loving father, who is my God, but more than God my faithfullest friend!

I know my time is almost at its end! I know my feet are not as fast and sure as they were before! My knees falter at times, but my spirit soars above the clouds of my imagination, my feelings and my dreams, as in Isaiah 40:31,

And this, along with the remembrances I have treasured along the way, is what I want to softly say to the younger ones, who are beginning to face life and walk through their own dreams hoping to turn them into pleasant realities.

I wanted to tell this little girl, and in her to the little child still hidden within me, that yes, it is a comforting and encouraging truth, that, “yet, those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary”.
May the Lord bless my children, my grandchildren, as well as all the older and the younger of this world, who as the little girl, loaded with the bigger size than hers, backpack of her first words learning task, while they loudly and determined repeat in louder voices, their w, x, y, and z, of the lessons of life.

I still do not know if I will use my blog or my Facebook pages to give myself out for all to see, wonder, criticize, laugh at, or find some hints on how to avoid unnecessary pains and failures, but, meanwhile, keep on saying as I will also say to myself, that we still need to learn our w, x, y, and z!

But I want, first of all, and before going on my way, to give thanks to all those friends, who, faithfully, send me what they find interesting in the waves of the internet, or the newspapers of their world, because they become the material source of my comments, and the progression of my thoughts and understanding of this life.