Hello Hola!

Just entering the thresholds of this old house—nestled in sleepy roses, makes me feel nostalgic and wistful for gone by eras. And I have to wonder if, perhaps, I am another person; and a soul I no longer recognize. 

And where has time gone to? Where the years have gone to hide... in what drawer of time and in what part of the horizon they rest? For it seems years, if not centuries, since I came here last... years since those days when life was young, and the conspiracy of happy days filled my very soul with wonder and dreams.... and why had my heart stopped dreaming? Why had my soul stopped seeing the dawn before the rest of the world?

I blame age, and I blame these long winters and those long hours at work and I blame this world and the changes that had come to rattled our peace.  Perhaps, I am getting old, or I am older, perhaps time does that to you—it makes you lose some of your boldness and some of the freedom running through your veins, to be you, be the child that you were in the spirit, be naïve and engage life with the eyes of innocence. 

Time has a way of freezing up our hearts sometimes. Whatever it is, I have changed. My heart is a hermit, my body aches, and It’s been snowing for days... snow, white and thick and unforgiving purifies my world outside and this heart feels as cold as snow—nieve.

The only thing that seems to give me some comfort are my plants and I have converted this unattractive, small room into a conservatory of sorts.... always evolving, always the place to come to daydream and read and pray... 

The room is located to the front of the house, outlooking at the street and neighboring houses. It is not really what my heart envisions or dream of, a real conservatory, sunlight beaming through the enormous glass roof where I can have all my tropical plants... 

Just to think about this makes my heart beats wildly, my thoughts to linger in some gigantic tropical plants, while I sit under an arbor covered with bougainvillea bursting with magenta blossom, just like the one, once framing the entrance to my mother’s small garden.

For nor now, this makes me happy. We all need a room that makes us happy. I don’t have a Florida room with big windows filled with sunshine year around, my floors are not even appropriate for a real plant room... they are carpeted, which means they get soil and plant debris and little pieces of wood and moss and such beauty, but it is the room for peaceful moments and faith filled hours where the heart gets recharged and hope and faith work together to really experience God.

Thank you for your friendship and kindred spirit and for still coming by... I wish you all the best. I wish you beautiful quiet days and a heart filled with faith and trust in our Heavenly Father. I truly believe we are living in perilous times. There are so many signs that tell us we are living in the last days of earth's history. Let us get ready my friends!