Cynthia of the light

We are all the same.      We are all the same under those sunglasses. We are all the same behind that steering wheel. We are all the same behind that Facebook page. We think that we have super personality powers behind all those windows, pretending that we don't care about that woman in the corner waiting for the bus every day, and we look at her from our windshield, with our super dark sunglasses, we take a mental picture and start remembering those old days when we had to take the bus to go to college, and now that I'm an adult, responsible of not only my own life but the lives of my children, and responsible as well of being always respectful for the lives of those who we think are still struggling just because they need to take the bus to move from one place to another, the way I see it in these pandemic times is that they're having more social life than I am. The way I see it is that we're all the same, only hiding our strongest most beautiful feelings from getting...

When Love is there. I believe that we have to stop trying to fight love. Yes, sometimes it hurts to love so much, someone came along and made a mess with our heart to the point of building a big wall no one else can climb, knowing that all that love is there outside that barrier, at the reach of our hands if we want to feel it again. We're lying to ourselves thinking that love is all around us, love is within us if there is no love within us, there is no love to feel, there is no love to give; we're living in a constant misery thinking that somebody has to come and fill us up with their love and we can breathe again. Loving ourselves must be our ultimate goal every single morning, a habit, our self proclaimed constitutional law, because when we love ourselves first, then we can love "All" our brothers and sisters in the same beautiful way that God showed us how to love each other, and that makes it the highest law for all mankind. Because when love is there, there is ...

Worrying      Worrying is not about the feeling of something is going to go wrong, worrying is about not feeling that we're enough to have positive thoughts about any situation, or even more simply, worry is the lack of faith.      Worrying is the path that we take because it's the common one, this is really our comfort zone, we take it because is the known human way to abide in our own fears because it feels like home; I don't know you or your upbringing, but in mine, I was not told that I was not supposed to fear my own decisions, to do what I'm scared to most, to take a leap of faith and feel the beating of my heart in a different level of expectation, just not knowing what is going to happen next to a terrible unique dreamy powerful choice of mine.      We worry too much about everything and anything, the news on the tv, what my mom will think of me if I have sex with somebody that she knows, we worry about the weight that we're going to ...

Don't stop dancing & dreaming.      Yesterday I heard this on the radio: "Don't stop dancing and dreaming", and immediately wrote it down, yes, I wrote it down while I was driving, because I just couldn't let this quote get away without writing something about it, because just hearing these words in my brain made me feel so good!      I was smiling, I was happy, I was dancing in my head to I don't remember what tune, still I was young again, or might say, younger, maybe It was some sort of watching me dancing in the past with somebody I didn't even see his face, all I can remember is being there, dancing joyfully with a big smile on my face, and I felt like I was in a cloud, and the air was fresh & light, I was there, it took me maybe less than two minutes to be happy again, how powerful this is! Call it daydreaming, please don't wake up my open eyes.     I thought,  It can't be this easy?...happy again? Oh!...but it is! It took me no...

Beautiful Mind.      I have a beautiful mind. My mind is full of good ideas, my mind is energy, My mind is the most wonderful thing I have. I can create, and I can destroy in a matter of seconds anything with it.      I can dream even when I am awake and afraid. I can even persuade my subconscious mind to start believing in myself again.      I can bow down on my knees and ask my creator, to draw me the path that leads me to the full creative potential he gave me a breath of life in the first place.      I can I ask him to renew me, to take away the procrastinating, ignorant, lazy little mind of mine, and start using my mind as the most beautiful treasure I have. Cynthia De La Luz

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Love each other.      Love each other is a phrase we hear all the time, Love each other as I loved you, John 15:12. Do we? Do we really love each other like Jesus loves us? And as you can see all over the news these days, the answer is: NO. As a matter of fact, we hate each other every single day, we have something that we don't like about each other, every single day; we don't like what the other person says about us, or says about someone else, and that's it, we burst away with our anger, we start a self inflicted emotional revolution that separates us from the single most meaningful daily purpose of loving each other like Jesus does.      This racism, is irrational, we give free rein to our most vicious thoughts, and thoughts travel so fast to our core, making its way all the way to our hearts, creating an emotion that didn't even exist there in there first place, we didn't even try to stop it to breath for five seconds, step away and let go of the forei...

The Light .       This morning, there was a big storm, and we ended up with a blackout around 5:30 am. I say we, because my kids were here, only sleeping, for them there will be no difference between a blackout and "it's 5am Mom, why are you even awake?"      Anyway, I always start my mornings at 5 am, that's my hour with God, the hour that chose to have an intimacy with him, in silence, in meditation of his word. Well, I thought, it will be challenging, non the less, my phone is fully charged and there's always the integrated flashlight, that I put to work and began my morning routine.      As I was moving on with my stormy meditation, my mind started to wonder around again, with the eternal question: "where does my last name comes from?", it has intrigued me all my life.      You see, this is my Father's last name, I kept it, even after I got married, it was easier for paperwork and all that, when I moved to the United States...