EL AMOR ES LA LUZ EN LA CUAL VEO.
NO PUEDO VER EN LA OSCURIDAD.
LOVE THE LIGHT IN WHICH I SEE.
I CANNOT SEE IN DARKNESS.
Soy Lorena.
12/24/09
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
El Planeta, (3)/The Planet, (3)
Los años pasaban como si fueran segundos y la pequeña luna cambiaba también. Empezó a pensar en cosas que no podía ver pero sabía que existían, cosas como la alegría, el amor y la luz. Sabía que sentía amor por su planeta, que girar alrededor de él le daba alegría y aunque estaba en la oscuridad, la luz sí existía en algún lado. Pensando en la luz poco a poco sentía un cambio en su superficie y desde muy lejos llegó a ver un punto de algo, ah, pronto se dio cuenta que era una estrella y aquella estrella se le estaba acercando. Cada momento la pequeña luna sentía más calor en su cuerpo y ahora podía ver su planeta bastante claro y en ese momento sabía que ella era parte de todo, parte del planeta y parte de la estrella a la vez. Al comprender esto, la alegría le crecía aun más en el corazón de la pequeña luna.
The years went by as if they were seconds and the little moon was changing too. She began to think on things that she couldn’t see but knew existed, things like happiness, love and light. She knew that she felt love for her planet, that spinning around him made her happy and even though she was in darkness, light existed somewhere. Pondering the light gradually she felt a change in her surface and from very far away she began to notice a point of something, oh, soon she realized it was a star and that star was getting closer to her. Each moment the little moon felt her body warmer and now she could see her planet more clearly and in that moment she knew that she was part of everything, part of the planet and part of the star at the same time. Upon understanding this, the little moon’s heart filled up with happiness.
Continuará. To be continued.
Soy Lorena.
7/17/09
The years went by as if they were seconds and the little moon was changing too. She began to think on things that she couldn’t see but knew existed, things like happiness, love and light. She knew that she felt love for her planet, that spinning around him made her happy and even though she was in darkness, light existed somewhere. Pondering the light gradually she felt a change in her surface and from very far away she began to notice a point of something, oh, soon she realized it was a star and that star was getting closer to her. Each moment the little moon felt her body warmer and now she could see her planet more clearly and in that moment she knew that she was part of everything, part of the planet and part of the star at the same time. Upon understanding this, the little moon’s heart filled up with happiness.
Continuará. To be continued.
Soy Lorena.
7/17/09
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Lesson 82--The light of the world brings peace to every mind through my forgiveness.
(Thoughts that came to me while being still)
Be kind and loving to every living thing, even inanimate objects. Know that they also have light, the light of the world. For every question the answer is love, always, now and eternally. How to forgive is to love; this is not ego's brand of love with conditions and expectations, but love that comes from the Self, the One, the Eternal, everlasting and unconditional.
Be kind and loving to every living thing, even inanimate objects. Know that they also have light, the light of the world. For every question the answer is love, always, now and eternally. How to forgive is to love; this is not ego's brand of love with conditions and expectations, but love that comes from the Self, the One, the Eternal, everlasting and unconditional.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Vivir Feliz/ Live Happy
"With my death standing behind me at all times, I don't waste my life in stupid emotions. My impending death has brought me to life."
--Carlos Castaneda
La única manera de vivir esta vida es vivirla sin pensar en el pasado que ya no existe ni pensar en el futuro que tampoco existe. Eso no quiere decir que uno no puede planear su futuro...comprar su boleto adelantado y cosas por el estilo, claro, pero dejar de pensar en el futuro como algo que amenace y borrar los "pero si" y "qué tal si mañana..."
Sólo tengo este momento y con la muerte que me espera cada día más cerca, no hay que perder la vida sintiendo emociones estúpidas. Hay que vivir y vivir feliz.
Soy la luz del mundo. ¿Qué más puedo querer?
Yes, you heard me. I AM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.
And so are you, my brother...and so are you, all my brothers.
The love I feel for my brothers makes me incredibly happy.
May you know this love and may you be incredibly happy.
Soy Lorena.
12/28/08
--Carlos Castaneda
La única manera de vivir esta vida es vivirla sin pensar en el pasado que ya no existe ni pensar en el futuro que tampoco existe. Eso no quiere decir que uno no puede planear su futuro...comprar su boleto adelantado y cosas por el estilo, claro, pero dejar de pensar en el futuro como algo que amenace y borrar los "pero si" y "qué tal si mañana..."
Sólo tengo este momento y con la muerte que me espera cada día más cerca, no hay que perder la vida sintiendo emociones estúpidas. Hay que vivir y vivir feliz.
Soy la luz del mundo. ¿Qué más puedo querer?
Yes, you heard me. I AM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.
And so are you, my brother...and so are you, all my brothers.
The love I feel for my brothers makes me incredibly happy.
May you know this love and may you be incredibly happy.
Soy Lorena.
12/28/08
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Two Days Without Electricity
(This is a translation of yesterday's blog entry)
On December 11th, during the night I heard the sound of heavy branches breaking. It seemed like someone was cutting them, but how? It was the middle of the night and raining cats and dogs. It had rained all day, the monotonous sound of raindrops falling on the earth hour after hour, but the good news was that it wasn’t snow or sleet or hail, just water, nothing else. What harm could water do?
When I woke up the next day I couldn’t see my digital clock next to my bed. I turned it toward me, but I could only see darkness. Ah, I thought, the power went out. Ted was already up and when he came back to the bedroom I told him to get back in bed, without power, what can you do? We didn’t go back to sleep though; we stayed like that talking a little, waiting.
If it were simply a matter of living without electricity, that would not be so hard, but we didn’t have heat, nor enough water to shower or brush our teeth even because we have a well and it only works with electricity. What else?
No stove, (electric stove), no microwave oven, no computer, no radio, no tv, (the tv I didn’t care about since I never watch it), no blender to make our liquid protein breakfast we are used to having in the mornings.
Finally we got tired of being in bed so we got up, Ted to shave in the dark with his battery operated electric shaver and me to look for warm clothes in the closet. Our breakfast? We ate bananas with peanut butter.
I began to think: How many people in the world live without power and have water several miles from their house (or hut)? How spoiled we are. We take everything for granted. Oh, and besides, I had no telephone because I had changed my service to cable telephone in order to save money but fortunately Ted had phone service and I did have my cell phone.
The garage doors normally function with the remote control, but not today. We had to raise them by hand and they didn’t want to stay up so I had to stand on a bench and hold the door so Ted could get his car out. He then did the same for me and I left my car out in the pouring rain. It was still raining, a cold relentless drizzle. The temperature was at 32 and there was ice on all the branches of the trees. Now and then the branches broke with the weight of the ice and made that “craack” sound before falling to the ground.
Ted went to work and soon called me on the phone to tell me that it was harrowing driving down Liberty Square Road, (a road we must travel on to get out of the neighborhood) because there were wires thrown down all over the street and huge trees fallen on both sides of the road and some lying across the power lines stretching them to their limit. We were not going to get power back for quite some time.
I decided to go look for a restaurant in another town where there was power and I found Babico’s Café, a place we eat sometimes. When I got there it was packed with people, (many surrounding towns were without power), but I was lucky and found a seat at the counter on a round spinning stool, the kind they have at Sanborn’s in Mexico.
Later on, since the stream now looked like a river overflowing its banks we realized we could fill buckets with the stream water to use to flush the toilets in the house. The stream was racing furiously and it was easy to fill the buckets but carrying them back up to the house was another story or maybe we’re just not young anymore. I felt my butt muscles working really hard and I arrived at the house exhausted. I couldn’t help thinking about the people who carry buckets of water for miles every day. How easy is my life, how blessed I am.
We went to the movies in the evening more in order to warm ourselves than to watch the movie, but the movie was good and then we had dinner in a nearby restaurant. We went back home to our cold house and slept under two blankets that night. The next day we still had no power and the house temperature had dropped down to 42F. We went out for breakfast and then returned home to pack up because we decided to go to my daughter’s house in Boston about an hour’s drive for us.
How wonderful to have heat and be able to take a shower. We helped my daughter do some painting in one of her rooms and we had dinner at Sol Azteca when Ted told me to call my home phone just to see what would happen with no power. I did and heard my answering machine turn on and my voice come on. We couldn’t believe it, so we called the cable company and the electric company and both assured us that the power was back. We gathered up all our stuff that we had brought so we could stay the night including the cat and returned home. Every light in the house was on. Quickly everything returned to normal and I give thanks for light and heat and all the richness that we have.
Soy Lorena.
12/16/08
On December 11th, during the night I heard the sound of heavy branches breaking. It seemed like someone was cutting them, but how? It was the middle of the night and raining cats and dogs. It had rained all day, the monotonous sound of raindrops falling on the earth hour after hour, but the good news was that it wasn’t snow or sleet or hail, just water, nothing else. What harm could water do?
When I woke up the next day I couldn’t see my digital clock next to my bed. I turned it toward me, but I could only see darkness. Ah, I thought, the power went out. Ted was already up and when he came back to the bedroom I told him to get back in bed, without power, what can you do? We didn’t go back to sleep though; we stayed like that talking a little, waiting.
If it were simply a matter of living without electricity, that would not be so hard, but we didn’t have heat, nor enough water to shower or brush our teeth even because we have a well and it only works with electricity. What else?
No stove, (electric stove), no microwave oven, no computer, no radio, no tv, (the tv I didn’t care about since I never watch it), no blender to make our liquid protein breakfast we are used to having in the mornings.
Finally we got tired of being in bed so we got up, Ted to shave in the dark with his battery operated electric shaver and me to look for warm clothes in the closet. Our breakfast? We ate bananas with peanut butter.
I began to think: How many people in the world live without power and have water several miles from their house (or hut)? How spoiled we are. We take everything for granted. Oh, and besides, I had no telephone because I had changed my service to cable telephone in order to save money but fortunately Ted had phone service and I did have my cell phone.
The garage doors normally function with the remote control, but not today. We had to raise them by hand and they didn’t want to stay up so I had to stand on a bench and hold the door so Ted could get his car out. He then did the same for me and I left my car out in the pouring rain. It was still raining, a cold relentless drizzle. The temperature was at 32 and there was ice on all the branches of the trees. Now and then the branches broke with the weight of the ice and made that “craack” sound before falling to the ground.
Ted went to work and soon called me on the phone to tell me that it was harrowing driving down Liberty Square Road, (a road we must travel on to get out of the neighborhood) because there were wires thrown down all over the street and huge trees fallen on both sides of the road and some lying across the power lines stretching them to their limit. We were not going to get power back for quite some time.
I decided to go look for a restaurant in another town where there was power and I found Babico’s Café, a place we eat sometimes. When I got there it was packed with people, (many surrounding towns were without power), but I was lucky and found a seat at the counter on a round spinning stool, the kind they have at Sanborn’s in Mexico.
Later on, since the stream now looked like a river overflowing its banks we realized we could fill buckets with the stream water to use to flush the toilets in the house. The stream was racing furiously and it was easy to fill the buckets but carrying them back up to the house was another story or maybe we’re just not young anymore. I felt my butt muscles working really hard and I arrived at the house exhausted. I couldn’t help thinking about the people who carry buckets of water for miles every day. How easy is my life, how blessed I am.
We went to the movies in the evening more in order to warm ourselves than to watch the movie, but the movie was good and then we had dinner in a nearby restaurant. We went back home to our cold house and slept under two blankets that night. The next day we still had no power and the house temperature had dropped down to 42F. We went out for breakfast and then returned home to pack up because we decided to go to my daughter’s house in Boston about an hour’s drive for us.
How wonderful to have heat and be able to take a shower. We helped my daughter do some painting in one of her rooms and we had dinner at Sol Azteca when Ted told me to call my home phone just to see what would happen with no power. I did and heard my answering machine turn on and my voice come on. We couldn’t believe it, so we called the cable company and the electric company and both assured us that the power was back. We gathered up all our stuff that we had brought so we could stay the night including the cat and returned home. Every light in the house was on. Quickly everything returned to normal and I give thanks for light and heat and all the richness that we have.
Soy Lorena.
12/16/08
Thursday, October 2, 2008
La Lección/ The Lesson
Voy de compras para comprar “kitty litter” (piedritas sanitarias). Mientras estoy en la tienda encuentro algunas cosas que me hacían falta y las meto en mi carrito. Cuando llego a la casa me doy cuenta que falta una cosa. Reviso el recibo y veo que sí me la cobraron pero no está. Voy a tener que regresar a la tienda más tarde, pero primero me toca dar una clase.
Me pregunto “¿por qué me pasó esto?” Seguramente hay una razón. Hay otra razón por regresar a la tienda pero no tengo la menor idea.
Después de dar la clase regreso a la tienda. Me pongo en cola y la mujer adelante de mí me dice de repente, “Le conozco a usted pero no me acuerdo dónde.” La miro bien y también la reconozco. Le digo, “La segundaria cuando era maestra. Saliste en la obra que dirigí.”
“Ah, sí,” dice, “Maricela de la Luz Lights the World.”
Dirigí esa obra de teatro donde trabajé con los niños de primer y segundo año de la segundaria hace diez años. En ese entonces era maestra de español y francés y también enseñaba una clase de actuación.
Me acuerdo bien de esta “niña,” mujer ahora porque era obesa y una vez se puso a llorar durante un ensayo porque un niño en el grupo le habló mal llamándole “gorda.” Todavía es obesa, pero hoy, HOY la lección para mí fue así:
Lo que cuenta es lo que somos por dentro, no por fuera. Los pocos minutos que platicamos allá paradas en la cola me dejaron ver la luz que es ella, porque ella tiene una manera de ser tan hermosa, sincera, buena que logré a olvidar el cuerpo y ver sólo su alma y el amor que es de verdad.
Doy las gracias por haber regresado a la tienda. (Y sí, tenían guardado el artículo que me había faltado cuando llegué a la casa).
The Lesson
I go to buy some kitty litter. While I’m in the store I find a few other things I need and put them in my shopping cart. When I get home I notice that one item is not there. I check my receipt and see that I was charged for it but it’s not there. I’m going to have to go back to the store later, but first I have to go teach a class.
I wonder “why did this happen?” Surely there must be a reason, some other reason I have to go back to the store, but I have no idea what it could be.
After my class I go back to the store. I stand in line and the woman in front of me suddenly says, “I know you but I can’t remember from where.” I look closely at her and recognize her too. Then I say, “You were in the play I directed.”
“Oh, yeah, Maricela de la Luz Lights the World.”
I directed that play with the 7th and 8th graders ten years ago when I was a Spanish and French teacher and I also taught an acting class.
I remember this “girl” very well, now a woman, because she was obese and one time she started to cry because a boy in the group was mean to her and called her “fat.”
She is still obese but today, TODAY the lesson for me was this:
What matters is what we are inside, not outside. The few minutes we stood there talking allowed me to see the light in her, because she has a way to be that is beautiful, sincere and good and I managed to look beyond the body and see her soul and the love that she is.
I am grateful for having to go back to the store. (And by the way, they had my article waiting for me to go back and pick it up).
Soy Lorena.
10/2/08
Me pregunto “¿por qué me pasó esto?” Seguramente hay una razón. Hay otra razón por regresar a la tienda pero no tengo la menor idea.
Después de dar la clase regreso a la tienda. Me pongo en cola y la mujer adelante de mí me dice de repente, “Le conozco a usted pero no me acuerdo dónde.” La miro bien y también la reconozco. Le digo, “La segundaria cuando era maestra. Saliste en la obra que dirigí.”
“Ah, sí,” dice, “Maricela de la Luz Lights the World.”
Dirigí esa obra de teatro donde trabajé con los niños de primer y segundo año de la segundaria hace diez años. En ese entonces era maestra de español y francés y también enseñaba una clase de actuación.
Me acuerdo bien de esta “niña,” mujer ahora porque era obesa y una vez se puso a llorar durante un ensayo porque un niño en el grupo le habló mal llamándole “gorda.” Todavía es obesa, pero hoy, HOY la lección para mí fue así:
Lo que cuenta es lo que somos por dentro, no por fuera. Los pocos minutos que platicamos allá paradas en la cola me dejaron ver la luz que es ella, porque ella tiene una manera de ser tan hermosa, sincera, buena que logré a olvidar el cuerpo y ver sólo su alma y el amor que es de verdad.
Doy las gracias por haber regresado a la tienda. (Y sí, tenían guardado el artículo que me había faltado cuando llegué a la casa).
The Lesson
I go to buy some kitty litter. While I’m in the store I find a few other things I need and put them in my shopping cart. When I get home I notice that one item is not there. I check my receipt and see that I was charged for it but it’s not there. I’m going to have to go back to the store later, but first I have to go teach a class.
I wonder “why did this happen?” Surely there must be a reason, some other reason I have to go back to the store, but I have no idea what it could be.
After my class I go back to the store. I stand in line and the woman in front of me suddenly says, “I know you but I can’t remember from where.” I look closely at her and recognize her too. Then I say, “You were in the play I directed.”
“Oh, yeah, Maricela de la Luz Lights the World.”
I directed that play with the 7th and 8th graders ten years ago when I was a Spanish and French teacher and I also taught an acting class.
I remember this “girl” very well, now a woman, because she was obese and one time she started to cry because a boy in the group was mean to her and called her “fat.”
She is still obese but today, TODAY the lesson for me was this:
What matters is what we are inside, not outside. The few minutes we stood there talking allowed me to see the light in her, because she has a way to be that is beautiful, sincere and good and I managed to look beyond the body and see her soul and the love that she is.
I am grateful for having to go back to the store. (And by the way, they had my article waiting for me to go back and pick it up).
Soy Lorena.
10/2/08
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
¿Quién Es Mi Hermano?/Who's My Brother?
¿Quién es mi hermano? ¿Quién es mi hermano?
El que no me juzga, sabe escucharme
Apoyarme mis ideas y todas mis palabras.
Me da su sonrisa, nunca tiene prisa
Pasamos el momento jugando y riendo
Sólo siendo seres los dos, amantes de la vida.
¿Qué hace mi hermano? ¿Qué hace mi hermano?
Entiende y me permite sacar mis inquietudes
No se impacienta, su voz se calienta con ternura y cordura,
Con ternura y cordura.
¿Quién es mi hermano?
Él es mi reflejo, entero y completo
Criticar a mi hermano, no puedo.
Lo que veo es mi espejo, mi espejo.
¿Quién es mi hermano?
Luz del universo,
Aire que respiro,
Agua que yo tomo;
Una parte de todo,
Mi hermano, soy yo.
Tell Me, Who’s My Brother?
Tell me, who’s my brother? Tell me, who’s my brother?
The one who never judges,
The one who always listens;
He supports my very being
And all my aspirations.
He is always smiling,
Never in a hurry;
All our time together
We’re laughing and we’re playing
We are only in the moment
When we love each other.
What does my brother do? What does my brother do?
He listens and with him
I share my joy too.
He never loses patience
His voice is always soothing
Tender and so healing,
Tender and so healing.
Tell me who’s my brother?
He is my reflection
Absolute perfection
No way I could ever criticize my brother
He’s the mirror of my very own soul, no other
Tell me, who’s my brother?
Light of my whole being
Air that I am breathing
Water I am drinking
He’s a part of everything
Who’s my brother? He is me.
Soy Lorena.
8/27/08
El que no me juzga, sabe escucharme
Apoyarme mis ideas y todas mis palabras.
Me da su sonrisa, nunca tiene prisa
Pasamos el momento jugando y riendo
Sólo siendo seres los dos, amantes de la vida.
¿Qué hace mi hermano? ¿Qué hace mi hermano?
Entiende y me permite sacar mis inquietudes
No se impacienta, su voz se calienta con ternura y cordura,
Con ternura y cordura.
¿Quién es mi hermano?
Él es mi reflejo, entero y completo
Criticar a mi hermano, no puedo.
Lo que veo es mi espejo, mi espejo.
¿Quién es mi hermano?
Luz del universo,
Aire que respiro,
Agua que yo tomo;
Una parte de todo,
Mi hermano, soy yo.
Tell Me, Who’s My Brother?
Tell me, who’s my brother? Tell me, who’s my brother?
The one who never judges,
The one who always listens;
He supports my very being
And all my aspirations.
He is always smiling,
Never in a hurry;
All our time together
We’re laughing and we’re playing
We are only in the moment
When we love each other.
What does my brother do? What does my brother do?
He listens and with him
I share my joy too.
He never loses patience
His voice is always soothing
Tender and so healing,
Tender and so healing.
Tell me who’s my brother?
He is my reflection
Absolute perfection
No way I could ever criticize my brother
He’s the mirror of my very own soul, no other
Tell me, who’s my brother?
Light of my whole being
Air that I am breathing
Water I am drinking
He’s a part of everything
Who’s my brother? He is me.
Soy Lorena.
8/27/08
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