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Touching my dreams ahead
Goes the wind impatient like me
Suddenly…a warm smile surrenders, closer
Bringing company to my rest

Unconditional patience is wanted
For freedom to be full of graces
A mighty man’s heart approaches
And the signature is made into the heavens

Dwelling on the sweet breeze goes my heart
Searching to land safe go my hopes
Writing joy on my face goes a smile
Since your reflected peace reached my soul

Writing history with plenty of laughs
Walking paths as enlightening cities
Rising up dreams and advancing life
Goes both hearts as becoming one

A sweet parade at the bench full of roses
Dancing our hopes painted in the skin
Years went by bringing all blessings
And glad we are now having found sweet fruits


Don’t miss a trick. Seasoning for good talks.

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How much salt I put in a dish depends on the recipe, right? So I got the “A+” dish in my brain, then go out and as soon as I find any “unsalty” fella I start to work for a perfect formula to work in them, right? Don’t you do the same? At least that was me, and at times I do it again. But I’m learning to be just of one mind.

I worked so hard in order to discover formulas so then I can change people’s behavior and make this world a better place…for me. I thought.

The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out. The point that I missed was that it wasn’t about fixing behaviors, or helping them to realize so, since that is a personal journey (turning to the best way), the point is to learn to love all people sincerely even if that change them by little steps. I do not mean that I consider myself better than others, but my point is that some times we can figure out our perfect view, and we want others to join, just for love. But indeed love is unconditional. So, that lesson is for me as well. Steping back? Just doing what I know is true.

Have you watch how Missionaries work? Ok. They study all about the place they are going to work, the people that they are going to live with, new words, new traditions, new Nation, new everything. When the Mission takes off and they want to communicate their messages all they do is do it in the “WAY” these people are familiar with. From what they read to what they eat. So then you have a bunch of people who are partaking the same bread that all they know. If all you use is “your way” of talking, books you read, experiences of your own, then they would be amazed…thankful by your effort, but still hungry. When you speak in their language, meaning their whole culture, is then like an opportunity for them to connect with you at the same channels. All these effort from you in connecting what you want to release in a way that they can “touch”, is then worth! Feedback is born, and when that happen is just the first brick to a great journey. So isn’t about re-making robots to our personal way of “being” but embracing diversity thru loving others without conditions, out of choice and unselfishly. That’s the shortcut. Just simple but sincere words. We want this world to change ever? Love is the only shortcut. Not the feeling of love, but that in every action we do it with a sincere heart, and that can not happen unless we have empathy, not sympathy. To me is between feeling sorry OR realizing the potential on every person I met. Is a whole world of difference. Understand the common passion with all people. Compassion.

Some cultures, traditions, Nations have complicated words for simple things. This reminds me of those Laws waiting to be understood in Congress, I must said…read. No wonder with such an amount of ink, Who would ever really read those? And in the midst of trying may you lose your heart, or your head. Better to use simple words that all of us can understand. And we all know you like Emerson…no worries. “Use your heads as you live and work among outsiders. Don’t miss a trick. Make the most of every opportunity. Be gracious in your speech. The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out.” That’s a great piece of advice right there! Huh. Paul of Tarsus was very good at this.

Every time I try to communicate is this inner battle. One hand wants to look polish. The other hand wants to use simple language, the shortcut to the heart. So I recommend to use better the simple language. For me complicated words are those who sum one whole idea on one line. Well, I use that and paint it with my colors, at a point that anybody can relate to. No that all people would like it or understand it, but I’m sure my point is clear for most of all. Building Healthy Relationships with true love has to be Our Destiny, otherwise we miss the point of being in the top of the Mountain.

A Hot real state. I like to search and learn from what’s going on around people’s lives and put that in my own words, but off course when portraying my own is fun as well. You have your own permission to use any color you want. All the potential. Risk of looking like a fool, but to me that’s just the way to live. I have my own permission to live just a Great Life! Investing time like in loving people is the best way to engage and build community, knowing that the matter of change for the better (If that is ever a concern) depends on the person itself, transformation could be exhorted in a godly manner by anyone that loves you, but the decision is personal, never scare someone into your amazing life. Better to do what you know and then just let LIFE take the stage. Everyone is invited to grow, and is personal. Always free and fun to watch. Is not about fixing people, but loving people. Because if we don’t love them, we don’t have agreement, and if there is not agreement from a sincere heart, nothing powerful can never take place. Making sure we LOVE them first is their stage to choose the best for them from a real view of what we put to the test…our LOVE for them.

So I hope that my life get much and much JUICE this coming seasons, so then I can delight all who read this lines and transmit some of the great graces who make those moments possible. And I have then more ingredients for a rich conversation. Is not wonder in how Love gets out to work, so I am in for partnering for more. Yes!

To A Great Life!!!
To A Great Journey!!!

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July 7, 2010 at 4:20 am

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The Peaceful Kisser…

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Freedom isn’t having the right to choose whatever you want. Freedom is having the ability to do what is right. ~Francis Schaeffer.
Checking for Joy today? Yes, there is more glory on resting as well. Nothing like seating in that chair, trying to pursue every word to awake in us that glimpse of conspiracy, to find that we all are humans with the same agendas sooner or later, in that I found Joy. And yes, sometimes there is also gladness when you feel as you save the day by bringing some juice to the gray sky.

To me busyness, a painkiller? NO. I just check some excerpts and then going to fish. Yeah, right. The poor bench is yelling now. But is ok, I trust my expectation to mold it into a very happy appliance soon. This, writing is like the Romance Of My Mornings. I remember the Movie “You got Mail”, anyone? Huh. Well, I don’t have that annoying voice announcing mines, but the juice is some kind of deal. Right?

I decide to start writing just for the sake of sharing, entertainment, but this become sort of food. No talking about worshipping my twitter every five minutes, no. I’m talking about like talking to my hunger: Run away with me! Let us find a place of quiet and unveil the minds or paths of people so real like mine. Why not? This is like the hunger of a righteous writer who very patiently writes at least 30 reviews in the week. Healthy breakfast of Champions. Yeah! Like the Prayer of a King:

Thank you writers, you are so good,
I hope there is a glimpse of majesty on your ideas to come to reality
For me and you to taste Heaven,
You can write anything you want or think,
I hope that what you write would feed me enough,
Thanks for it, whatever you decide to write about,
Please help me to understand your world so to have less troubles my self,
You went first and that is so cool,
Help me to resist other non sense writers unlike you,
But if they come… help me to adjust my feet upon what feeds for me,
Just the good stuff,
And please make us believe we all are winners,
Because if we read you, we all are,
Make us know that one for sure.
Thanks to the Creator for bring those gifts out of you

How about the one?

Trained to Carry His Presence. The presence of a King must be something so difficult? I don’t think so. At any sphere we can be kings, when we are sent to the right mountain that is more fun. And thankfully the mountain of writing is inexpensive and full of mystery, just like an old bottle of Wine. Yes, a good writing needs to spend enough time there; God isn’t in a hurry, readers either. Really?

For me to write is like opening an Old Bottle Of Wine. Sometimes is some new matter, but most of the time that simple or new matters have some root in my life. To me that have a juice, like powerful imperceptible juice. For those who know more about wine, that would be like a “crispy” term which I’m just learning to adjust in my vocabulary. Like some kind of good word that wants to REST IN YOU. Not just be there, but be part of the life that you want to share. Like getting Marry to a NEW Song every time.

I Want to Rest In you…Word. Just take my attention to make that SHIFT in my awareness and let the Peaceful Kisser do His Job. Stir the gift. Stir the gift. Stir Up the Gift. Write something!

I don’t just want to BE there. I Want to Rest In you….Word!

The Keybord is courting my fingertips again.

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I believe with all my guts that the fact that I can (so many times) be accurate in my opinions does not make me a writer indeed. Then, why to write?

I had an experience that reached the full potential of my Family faith “tank”. Since then I had made a resolution. It was well proved that my believes (all of them) would never be shaken. Relatives can be so secure into going thru their direction (whether totally wrong or not).  I  was also tremendously challenged to stand strong for what was being brough into my life. Their support was and is great, even if our believes are not the same anymore. Are you getting the picture?

I think most people write because they like to exhort others, to teach something, to share an experience and make others laugh, to look like really awesome people, to show an amazing new discovery, to portrait the “true” life style, to express freedom, to look out of the cage, to pursue talent. I believe talent is born in the mist of the field, when you are straightening your muscles. Also somebody can write (this is me) because they have something to said and are looking to be relevant, or approved (to be part of a global system w/o colors, religions, skins, race, age, gender, believes, whatever). May be someone does not have somebody to talk about “the” thing, or just “The person” to talk about “that”.

I grew very used to receive people’s approval. Any time I did something singular, my peers run to tell somebody. Yes, I felt in season like Cristobal Colon (Americaaaaaaaaaaa). Truth is that when you grow (your soul get develop), then you look at life and realize that the Fairy Tale is over. Get a life, a Job, a Network, a list of responsibilities or plans, and to put the cherry on the top, I have also to find God. Not that He was lost, but I always refuse to look like a monkey. And yes…..I like to eat bananas, they are a strong  source of potassium.

Today? I am writing because I been thinking about this hunger coming out of my lips into the dimension of writing. In times I go…..”I should write these? or not?”. After all, Mr Literature Nobel Prize is not on the other side with a board & pen on hand looking at my grammar. If so….who cares? I don’t. All I want is to express. In times is that I want to be myself before an infinite dimension of unbelievable possibilities (not faking to make it) just like using all my potential into telling all I can for the day. Please never said things like: It’s all you got? Your brain never grew completely? Yikes! I should be painting instead. Of course I have the key to these cage, and I call it my certain Network. The truth would make us free? You bet!!! How many times you want to put your truth in paper or in this romantic endeavor between fingertips and keyboard? Is not this a true you want so desperately draw with your own colors, images, guts, passion? That’s naked truth.

So, why you do it? why do you write? Did you know? then,  please tell.

 note: this is my favorite Rock Star Pedro Suarez Vertiz, Peruvian and so down to Earth. Here with Juan Diego Flores. Real people, real talent, real world. The song’s name is “Nadia“. Filmed in New York.


Listen to Pedro’s song “Nadia” here. It’s good!

Under my Skin

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Sounds to me like some of Steve Tyrel lines…rigth? I got my issues this very week, and this is what I call life. I use to write to said just something to cut the wind. This very week I had  to cut the wind even to the expense of my own strength, even when not creating anything (what I try to? …clarity). Thank God we have that with us in the bank for eternity. We have strength in the mist of craziness. At least I have the “tiny” little idea there, when crying: HELP!!!!! I do know how it works, just paint the walls with my lungs out to the world, and peace arrive. Always and only. That’s what I call….”With Us”.

I just kind of realize the reason for me to write, this need, this hunger to get my finger tips in those eternal kisses with the keyboard. To get that passionate romance alive I have to feed my self with reality. Living in the bubble doesn’t work anymore. The romance of writing doesn’t have to pursue isolation, no way! Somebody said that, and I believe is not true. To me is about learning to give to every area it’s just attention. Otherwise the boat would sink.

At times all I want to do is a massage to my back. But, I love to write even if I have to get a replacement. May be if My Dear (lest call him Dr.H) would soon come to the rescue this would be a different story. Poor boy, if one day would assume that we are meant to be together (I guess), all He has to do is hear me speaking, that’s no fear? or the revenue to love? I don’t know. When I find out, soon I would write about it. I guess is a 20/20. He is searching, searching, searching, not listening, and searching. I guess I have to wait, wrinkles do not appreciate it. But in the mist of my longing for it I assume is my extravagant gift of love to Him. If He wants me to wait until He discovers America….who cares! I love U. Silly you.

If one can write all that is under the skin?

I do not know. May be is just this hunger to feed those who love to read, to discover, to engage, to pursue what others found first. Finding something first than others it just makes us responsable on feeding those in the “search”. Perfect expression? grammar? citizenship? hahahahaha. If Noah got the chance to ask for a Passport back there, trust me that WE would never know the beauty of what survive. And I love Elephants without passports, and I ‘m learning to be patient with people, even with my peers, really. Any kind of alienation that squeeze the veins on your neighbors? Just call it LIKE THIS:


 What’s there under your skin then? Are you in the search? Have you found? Can you share? Tell me. If you dare….

 The Image represents The Laminin wich is a glicoprotein located in the celular base.

The Weight of Truth

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Umm…is not comfortable.

I started writing when I was 4 years old. I always looked at people and ask of their opinion in my writings, no novels….just messy stuff. All they can see is my effort for not going out of the lines and also the way whatever I wrote looks like. They say: “Wow! This letters look beautiful”. So my focus was in the way they were drawn. No computers back there, so now I can focus in some meaning. Or I least I’m trying.

Grammar? You asked? I know, its unbelievable, just like somebody is trying to paint those classics by Picasso (whatever it comes…sort of). Well, when someone has something to say, or to express, no matter how neat, I guess that if is simple, that counts.

One memorable time I wrote for someone (that was my first serious chance), it was a speech, I just wrote it and took like 4 or 5 hours to done it. The person to read it was sort of nasty to me (He was like…Is it ready jet? Do you have it? I have no time to help you! Can you bring it?), I wasn’t Christian back there. So you know what I did? (funny).

Ok. Here goes. I wrote that paper, it was amazing. I gaze at every single paragraph because looks like Mr Emerson came walking to my house to taught me how. It was really something. But was never read it in public. How sad, right? I did it! I went to the closing Ceremony at the place where we (co-workers and I) assist for 6 weeks or so. I seat there watching all happen until they call our group, and the leader chosen to speak was called. He barely touch my arm, straight his hand and ask for the paper, to what I said….me? sorry I didn’t do it. Well, my expectations got challenged that season.

I just wanted to see how well a man can speak without preparation? no. At all. I want to see how much brain is behind this handsome and unbelievable guy. SO? He did good, really good. He wasn’t surprise, I was.

That was how public went my first writing. Later in time I wrote something for the Puericultorio (children’s home) where I use to volunteer, I wrote some messages for Parents and the kids. I draw some Disney colorful friendly little animated toys around the whole mural. It was good. Just then I began to think about writing something else, like not just to my little tiny world, but who knows? may be for the masses. Even if to gain that knowledge I got to study.

I never study, may be in the future. Now I just want to express anything I’m learning in this season. I’m human, not perfect, women (has nothing to do with the non perfect…hahaha). But in the end I am craving to speak, I wonder if all writers, or anybody who has a Blog, I wonder if they all felt this way. Is like I have a kind of dictation out of my self. Like it has to be the way my life goes….manifesting, expressing, sharing, talking, talking, talking.

That’s me.

The worst part I believe is when you just not only try on writing something “else”, but when you want to share what you believe is the truth. Either in paper, blog, anything. How about those times when you talked and is really something, and then someone got the “hunch” and felt exhort for some girl who is so empty of authority (I meant, if a person with a real worldly authority would do this, may be make more sence…but a girl?), like the whole atmosphere goes gray. I feel it. But I do not dwell on it, just got me thinking. Can I have some greater room some day? some day?

The weight of Truth comes thru anyone, not requirements. So if some of us is the one with the post, is a matter of standing strong and knowing that we may know the truth, that we someday may understand more of it, but that we are just partakers of it, it belongs to all equally. I believe that if someone re-produce it, or re-present it, doesn’t makes us less human. To express something really relevant carries its own weight, and I believe that f I had sign for it got to be really fun. Otherwise I will not do it. Writing for me is fun, like talking, like just expressing. Reactions aren’t always fun, but that was exactly what bring me to write, I belive, it was a need for telling my version on the Truth. My world.

Tell me then…What’s yours? Why do you write…Really? What motivates you to? Really? Are you having fun?

I will like to know, and thanks for the Feedback. Great Love to you. ~Mirian 🙂

Tales & Treasures on the Battlefield

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Ok. New here! I use to write in spanish, I’m not good at english, but I kind of think…It’s a complicated world already, who would not try it anyway. So here we are with not perfect speech or plan, just to put out some views, fun, or some intent on exhausting my own. Sorry for the spell, my brain cells can do no more jet, I’m working on it.

caption by Pink Sherbet.

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