Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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JOY FOR ANA AND HER MOTHER'S WORTH

Hi Ana,

is normal for your mother is wrong, do not panic. I was in a vegetative state for three months, everyone needs the time you need. I thought she'd go crazy, well that's normal.

you going to have two lives: before and that starts now. At the moment the pain is pervasive, but there are sparks of love, flashes of light that is to go big by doing small. What I mean is that it is horrible lie and it's horrible up but, in between, a few days, you can feel the love in its purest form, although this feeling lasts seconds. From that day should be left alone with those seconds, those seconds constantly think and do not go round to the terrifying thoughts that haunt us.

must live the pain, not hide, you hide not yours, sky, convinced as to want to be right. Of course your mother at times I would close my eyes and off forever, but, in my opinion, this is not the solution. First for her, then he now has the opportunity to teach you that after a very hard blow can up and then because your brother, your son needs her to learn to live again, to feel completely happy wherever you are. Energy is not created or destroyed, and death is just another step. The body dies, yes, but not the power, soul or whatever you wish to call. He is sending you strength, I still want the same, but can not return, why not ask him. It is impossible. You'll have to get used to living without their physical presence. The more love manage to feel closer to him you will be.

remember when I cried inconsolably Ignasi said to my son, "Honey you do not be sad, do not cry for you, cry for me because even I can not live without seeing you or hug you, because I have fear, because I know how to get ahead, but you do not worry I will learn. Regardless learn. " Because for all the world I want my son to feel bad for me. He lived here I had to live, no one lives a minute or a minute less than what is agreed, nothing and no one has taken anything away. Life is like that. That's what I think, that we have a set time to learn, what we have to learn and when we learned we go.

Ana, I know that now you are aware of your mothers, day and night, even when you're with her. But have to give yourself permission to derrumbarte, so will help you go to therapy, whatever it is. You lost a brother suddenly, when apparently did not play, and you see your parents collapsed as never before had seen. That's a lot. All at home are going to have to work, bereavement groups are a great comfort to many people, going to therapy may also be, learn yoga to calm the mind sure you'll do well ... Little by little you will go see what is most comforting . No hurry, but relentlessly, at your own pace, you will go find the path of peace, joy and happiness. I'm not going to deceive you and you can imagine that the journey is long, but at the end of tunnel going to be reborn and you have the opportunity to live more authentic and loving from now.

Please write me whenever you want. Now I know you're lost, but you are not alone.

A big hug and very, very affectionate to both

Monday, December 27, 2010

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Sometimes I imagine that as a big tree, my feet go so strong and deep roots that reach the center of the Earth. They keep me upright when it's storming and I feed on the sap that gives life to all that blooms. So either subject, I feel safe as a baby in his mother's arms. If I mourn, I cry, because life rocks me, hold me and I join countless hearts. When I feel confident and loved me away from the hustle of everyday life and let me lick my wounds ... and I remember. I have lived times painful, indelible, so mine are like the air I breathe. But when I count the 53 years, I can only thank the love I have received. Without each one of the people who have crossed my path would not be what I am, and had walked the walked. All have offered me gifts, though some, at first viewed them as enemies. How much it costs us to see beyond prejudices, appearances, tags! I was born and the inflexibility inflexible that I won the whole piece is these people have cost me so much. Now I can look them in the eyes with love because I know they are and have been my real teachers. The same thing happens with adversity. Without them and, above all, without the rap, unbearable, terrible death that gave me my son had not discovered in me the courage and strength love. During these 12 years, after getting nothing, sunken and bare have been re-building my life and I can assure you it is possible to look forward to a new day, but sometimes, like today, I feel sad. For my sadness is sweet, lick the wound is pink, has nothing to do with the desperation of the early stages. It is worth to go ahead because I know that joy is part of me is in each one of us.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

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FORWARD ALL GOING TO BE A WALK WITH YOU

Nostalgic days come, yes, we are going to catch us all out of hand, with thought put into the care of women and men of the family who have preceded us, who are no longer here but still love us, illuminating our way. And Let us gifts. Each day upon waking I propose that we send each other our feelings of affection, although we do not know. The first and largest sense, that is for the girl, small and scared, all of us. In this way life is going together and in a section or other all break into tears. Nothing happens, let the tears streaming down our cheeks. Tears are holy hand, mitigate the pain, cleanse the heart and leave space for calm. If we have to mourn, weep, nothing happens. The bigger the llorera, lighter and feels happy soul. Another of the gifts you want to share the joy. Why not feel glimmers of happiness? What if we do not deserve? On the other hand, our sons, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, grandparents, friends and siblings are happy and happiness is more complete if they sense our own. We will gather every day bits of love and when we have a large ball, wrap it in pretty paper, we put a big bow and gave it.

We will be all one, the forces that arise with that dress and comb to those faint. Those faint, which is no longer dress and comb it, maybe tomorrow, they'll force them to spoil.

We are not alone, really. On this planet that orbits the sun, in this infinite universe, the plan is perfect and everything, everything is possible. There is only one truth.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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Link to buy Back to Life

Some readers, other countries, I wonder how they acquire "Back to Life."
You can buy the book online by entering the following link:


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CHRISTMAS IS COMING ... REINVENTION

We are now in December. The light returns to be dim and the sun, shy, enveloping everything in long shadows. 12 Decembers have passed since he left Ignasi. To me it is a month like any other. While nostalgia and pain I have invaded many times the year is, without doubt, during the months of December when my soul takes stock. Open the floodgates of emotions and emerge, one by one the ghosts hidden and between, the value and the treasures that I keep hidden. For many of these 12 Decembers fear has been the strongest, which has caught me by the hand to take me straight to hell. I tuck, I have been visiting their corners and I've noticed, as I have been visiting every year, that the physical absence of Ignasi is what has given me the opportunity to acknowledge my fears. Those already long before he died, those who are mine, which go far beyond his departure.

is in December too when the soul more visible now, I feel gently on his knees and softly speaks to me of my treasures, all good things in life, love to give and I receive, long journey of the inexhaustible power in all of us. The soul, as a good mother, she never tires of telling me she will always be beside me, to live confident, that life does not end with death, actually what we call life is but a dream. As I stroked his hair reminds me of what I can when I would feel the love and joy. She asks me to remember how good we feel when the two, at home, with complicity and treachery, we vases filled with flowers, while in the kitchen boiling broth cold that comfort my family and friends.

"Do not separate me, girl," she says, "that is December." Do not separate yourself from your soul you, reader, that come Christmas, you might open your gates and need all the help of your angels to pierce the tempest. You might wonder: Do people come really angels? It seems to me that they always are, but I see them more clearly if you walk in the countryside or the sea, if I try to pretend, if I really listen and do what I want. If I say what I think, if I forgive and I apologize if my words hurt, if I want, nevertheless, to create within my harmony and peace. When no lo consigo, sigo sintiendo que ellos están, siguiéndome de cerca, justo detrás de mí, con los brazos abiertos, como lo estaba mi madre cuando yo empezaba a andar.