Serie- Vida cotidiana de una escritora #2: Lucha

Se siente el azote cálido de la brisa que viajó a través de las casas de la urbanización, recorrió suavemente el asfalto y recogió el vapor que de estos emerge y le convierte de refrescante a insoportable. La piel pegajosa pide refrescarse, pero ni tan siquiera el líquido frío que baja por la garganta alivia. La energía eléctrica cada día está más cara y el bolsillo escaso de recurso, por tal no enciendo el aire acondicionado para aliviar la onda de calor. El trópico, irónicamente paraíso caribeño, nos quema. Tan solo estamos a principios de Junio, ¿qué nos deparará Julio y Agosto?

Entre esta adversidad mi alma lucha. Busca quién es en un mar de incertidumbres. Encuentra alivio en las vivencias de aquellos que no se dieron por vencidos, pero quema la incertidumbre tal y como el trópico hace con el cuerpo. ¡Quizás por eso el calor se siente aún más fuerte! Tiembla el alma ante la batalla. ¡Lucha!, grita el espíritu desde el fondo, mas el alma no responde al grito.

Me he arrodillado ante la pereza y le he servido incondicionalmente por estos últimos meses. Ella me ha dado consuelo en una falsa comodidad, en falsas ideas. Mi cabeza sobre su regazo descansa y me siento como en un sueño donde todo está bien y nada falta. Tiembla el alma ante la batalla. Lee lecturas de la biblia por las mañanas para alimentarse y fortalecerse y reza por las noches con su familia. Mas se niega en trazar a la espera de una acción que traiga una reacción. ¡Despierta!, grita el espíritu desde el fondo, mas el alma no responde al grito.

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¡Lucha!, vuelve a gritar con todas sus fuerzas. ¡Despierta!, escuchó el alma y mi cabeza se levanta de sobre el regazo. No luches más contra lo inevitable, lucha por lo que puedes hacer. Es a Su tiempo y no al tuyo.

Se ha malgastado un tiempo valioso que no se podrá recuperar. A la realización, se acerca la culpa sonriente y susurra sus palabras venenosas al oído. Deja que hable, no sucumbas a sus encantos. Los fuertes la ignoran. Detrás de ella la pereza espera paciente por el llamado que la traiga de vuelta. ¡Oh, alma mía, como te he maltratado!

Comienzo a trazarlas en el computador, mientras lucho con el deseo de abandonarles. Letra a letra, duelen. Duele el intento. Duele el soñar con lo próximo a decir. Duele el encanto que traen al alma y la satisfacción de un anhelo cumplido de convertirle de una reacción química neuronal existente en la mente a un producto concreto que pueda ser percibido por otros sentidos. El dolor se convierte en una seducción a mis sentidos, en fuego que quema y enciende la pasión. Respiro, sonrío. Mas la pereza está cerca aún, esperando por el llamado que la traiga de vuelta. Lucha, que te duela en el alma, lucha, susurra el espíritu. ¡Qué sin lucha no hay victoria para el alma!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Growth of a Monach Butterfly

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches Today, tomorrow and beyond. ~Irish Blessing

To watch constantly and everyday the miracle of life was a family affair, and inspiring. A moment in our lives we will always remember.

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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown 

And that my friend is GROWTH, for change makes you stronger.

 

Alexandra Román

Weekly Photo Challenge: Purple, a color I’m familiar with

Is my daughter’s favorite color. It always sorrounds her, henceforth it sorrounds me.  The walls of her room are painted in purple.

A color that has been present in those that have been in my life: a friend, a cousin, the lovely orchid blooming in my grandmother’s garden. It remind me of lent, of advent. The color of preference of royalty. A regal color, one of grandeur.

You learn from childhood it is the mix of two, red and blue, so you go on an experiment to marvel in surprise as the purple tones appear slowly as the two mix.

It painted the lips and nails of my grandmother, making a beautiful contrast with her chocolate skin. Una trigueña bella ella era.  

But, it has never been my choice of color.

Alexandra

The Weekly Photos Challenge inspired by my Vacation

Vacation. I have been on vacation… Yes, like the saying states: “I need a vacation from this vacation”. But, in the mist of all I have taken some nice pictures to get me inspire, to have lasting memories for my kids and many life lessons. Life is a constant educator for each of us and it has taught me a lot of myself and others who might read this or might not. Don’t worry, this is not a melancholic post, rather one to let go and share.

Sharing is what’s all about with the Weekly Photo Challenges and I’m here to share the photos from my vacation using the pasts challenges posts I’ve missed. So let’s start from the beginning…

Fleeting:

My son and his Godmother at Wekiva Springs
My kids at Sea World

Movement:

My son trying to fly like a Pterodactylus
A dolphing after his jump at Sea World

Dreaming:

Statues of the child Jesus with his father Josehp at his carpenter workshop, taken in Virgin Mary Queen of the Universe Church
Vineyard at Winery Lakeridge
Hiking trail at Wekiva Springs

Inside:

This is a photo taken by my five year old son. It is the inside of a wine bottle at the Winery Lakeridge. He took over the photographing while I was munching on some free samples. Very clever!

Weekly photo challenge: Close and Create

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For the past week I’ve looked for a photo that will go well with last week challenge Close, I had no luck. This week came along with a word as a writer I’m familiar with, well lets say comfortable for create stories is what I love to do.

On the wall that my white desk rests, lays my brainstorming board and in it ideas get stock on small papers trapped in ink, in no organize fashion. All of them close together, close at hand for when needed. As my sharpie pens and pencils are close for use, like the photos of those I love and miss and inspire me. Everything close so I can create. And as always, be inspire to create.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Today

Sunday, june 3rd, 2012. Today, a hot day no rainy cloud on sight. The dust from the Sahara desert reached us and covers our Caribbean sky with a transparent shroud. The sun shinning bright welcomes those of us who woke up late desiring to feed the body and wake it up with a cup of strong Puerto Rican coffee. Inspiration woke up, the feeling not only to write words, but also to capture moments not only for the challenge but for future inspiration.

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Finishing a chapter
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Sunday Mass at Parroquía Espíritu Santo
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Had a delicious home made pizza by my husband
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Walked a few meters in the Da Vida walk-a-thon with friends and my kids, is done yearly to raise money and awareness to fight cancer.
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A salad for dinner from my daughter’s harvest, buen provecho.
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Inpiration still linger near, whispering the next words for the new chapter of Ascensión Divina. So I bid you farewell for now and hope, as always, you are inspired.

Weekly Photo Challenge…

Yesterday, was friday and a weekly photo challenge was in order and to be honest I have missed some. Ok, quite a lot, three to be exact. I’ve been busy writing more chapters and revising others, adding outlines to the story and giving my characters more challenges. So here I am, with ideas on my head and  a screaming character on my head giving me resistance all the way. All I know is that she must understand I will do my will on her and not the other way around and that’s why I took a little break to put up some photos for the missed challenges and the one on this week. Hope you enjoy and as always may they serve as inspiration.

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Hand holding a flower
Summer. Is always sunny here in Puerto Rico and you might say, when it is not raining, that summer bless us every day.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Together

For life is better together with those you love and love you back… Enjoy life and be inspired.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Distorted

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.  ~Percy Shelley, A Defense of Poetry, 1821 from the Quote Garden

And in nature we find these beautiful distortions that serve as inspiration to those who conjure words.

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