with a cold on top in this moment that keeps me focus and remember as I wanted, I would launch into space, with the tiny hope that will read me the good Jesus here newcomers to the Earth, some brief conclusions on the past year. I will no chronological order or importance. Just random order with that from the heart open.
I refuse to qualify this year as good or bad. It's the end of the day, another year of life. In general, a year when the minutes came laden with assonance little triumphant trumpet. But mysteriously were sculpted to become another species, shined up painfully to bring new shine. Opened new windows, sometimes foggy but I did see landscape previously unknown.
Towards the beginning and middle of the year, I made a few trips that were supposed to be great pleasure and ended up being simple routes to places unknown and captiously instructive. An encounter with my loneliness as always, a confrontation with my limitations and fears. Cartagena del Sol Trujillo of the dark night.
My work fully complied with despite my discomfort and reluctantly, despite my early morning bad moods and opaque.
Several serious illnesses of loved ones that deny or obstruct my memory space disappeared from my insistent I no longer worry or disturb. Yes, I cried a lot alone. I searched and did not find comfort. There has been much fear and despair. Powerlessness and vulnerability. Death flew and flew around and letting my days helándome without recognizing other colors that never go away.
I lived shaken from dawn to late night. Building walls and guards ineffective. I have been my worst enemy. I have done much damage near barricades fed into my mind flying and my inability to ask for help. The worst damage is nothing. That vacuum unstoppable. That hole in despair.
But God squeezes but does not strangle. God is silent but necessary. It's subtle. Love your way. Spoke during sleep. Until we realize. And wrapped my feeble existence of stars apparently apagadizas, distant but that lit my steps to avoid falling deeper in the background. Titans are my tender and devoted. My graceful and aromatic oil remained lit my torches.
just want to mention them because their names are enough to launch into space my countless gratitude. Two strong women. Two soft hands. Two voices praying. Two hearts absolutely unconditional. Two vital that sustained nerve to nerve, my frail shelter to collapse. Two concrete signs that God did not forget me.
Magda and Toni: How lose, still you by my side, feeling and certainty that God embraces and physically attached? You two gave me food, I board, I held up and fanned, oxygenated me, I did better the lives of 2010 that morning dismissal.
Adios
year.
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