Mexican Panaderia

I grew up with a mother who did not believe in luxurious spending; by luxurious I mean not spending on anything besides the necessary rice and dried fish. When she cooked our food using oil instead of the usual grilling or boiling, I suspected someone must have died and left us a big inheritance. Cakes? The first bite that entered my mouth was when I was in high school when a rich classmate brought some for the teacher. My palate was not trained on sweets so I don't really crave for them but when I go to the Mexican market I always stop by their panaderia and make my eyes feast on the rich colors.

#Fiestagrocery

 

Energy affects Matter

Everything we see is matter and it contains atomic particles. In quantum physics scientists  discovered that atomic particles are not visible unless it is observed, meaning it responds to the observers interaction with it. Words are energy and it affects matter. Remember when Jesus spoke to the fig tree and cursed it simply with a negative pronouncement? The tree responded from the atomic level and dried up.[ Mark 11:14] Jesus was demonstrating a simple law of physics.

The things that you desire are made up of atoms, they know what you believe, they hear what you say and behave accordingly. So be careful of the words you speak because  everything will obey you. Except your husband.

 

Empowered Friday

 It's Friday ya'll and blessings are coming your way. Regardless what you hear or feel today, know that the God of the universe who created you, who formed you in the womb and separated you from the crowd of losers and small mindedness, loves you and is ready to give you what He has always planned for you. Jeremiah 29:11

Our hope is not only in knowing that God loves us but that the one Who loves us has the power to make things happen for us. Just believe and receive this truth!

 I am now reunited with my old books. I went through the box and found that these are the old Harvard Classics. It's ok but I was hoping my old Mark Twain books are here. With all the  moving I've done I got rid of all my books except this classics because I was hoping my daughter would want to keep it for the grands. But she doesn't want them so I took them back. They're in my condo here in Canada now. And I'm here with them.

Now I just need to figure out how to post pictures again. This laptop is 6 days old, it's  bought I by my friend. For  me. Yes, for me. For the last 7 years I only used my cell phone. Now, I am back to spin words.

Hang in there peeps. 

I. Am.Here.

 After several years. The time is NOW. I am back and ready to spin some words. If you stayed with me through all these years without a word from me, I owe you. And I love you. 

Imagination

 Everything we want to happen starts with imagination. If you can imagine it, you can have it.

 So today I am going to work hard(er) at forming this image that I want to manifest in the natural. Very soon.

A few minutes ago I declared to myself: I'm going to start a Vlog. I've seen that word, Vloggers, Vlogging.  I've seen the product. I like it. But, really. I don't want to speak or be seen on the video.

Well, let me see if I could even spin two words together without getting stuck or bored. 

I'm still here. Thinking.

Maybe tomorrow.

A year ago today I had this cabin delivered to my land. And I lived my favorite Thoreau quote: I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,  to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to teach me and not when I came to die discover that I had not lived.
Thoreau left the woods after two years because he realized that he had several more lives to live and.could not spare any more time for the one in the woods.

Well, my goal is 3 years, so two more to go for me.
I love Thoreau but considering that he only lived 44 years with all his "simplifying" principles, I better not copy him too much. At least, I have outlived him by 16 years. Maybe it's the wild hogs and deer  I've been eating.

Two years ago, I was obsessed with the "tiny house" movement, imagined life surrounded by nothing but edible plants and the soil, fantasized about living off of the land and not from grocery products. And how to get away from the noise of the city life. Then I got here. I had a good spring and summer planting and harvested well of whatever I put in the ground. I was one with the soil. I was in tune with my spirituality. I saw God in everything and thanked Him for everything. Then winter arrives.

All I could see now is woods, I'm surrounded by nothing but woods. And all I could think of is: how can I get back to the city? I miss my groceries of every imaginable kind in Dallas, I miss my favorite restaurants and most especially I miss Christmas in the city. I even miss the people giving me the fingers for driving so slow because they're in a hurry to get to the store, to buy gifts they can't afford to give to people they don't like. Yes. Really. Yes. I miss Dallas.

The guy who owns a camphouse next to us gave me this pot belly stove.
I didn't really plan on refinishing it but I got bored.