Accomplice Pride

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We are on our way before the city is complete awake. The air is crispy, new and fresh, anticipating a hot day that is not there yet. Everything is goldish bright, tinted with long shadows.

We are in the middle of downtown but we take the short cut through the parks and we feel like walking in a forest full of marvellous things ready to be discovered. The water sprinklers are finishing its last round and we dance a giggling dance to avoid get wet. One of the sprinklers is hitting a garbage can. “It is the cleanest garbage can of the city” – I say and he laughs.  The squirrels are following us from a shy distance hopping we have something for them, but we have nothing in the morning. When we come back, the rest of our lunches and snacks will be for them, for sure.

In the second park we spot a red winged black bird. We approach silently trying to get as close at it as possible. Finally the bird flies away showing us its beautiful red wings and he wows. We always see the same guy sitting in the same bench, working in his iPad and sometimes talking to his iPad; a lady practicing her movements of Tai Chi Chuan; the runners in colourist outfit; and the bikers in rude speed passing by too close.

And at the end of the last park we come across another parent in his way to drop his son to his summer camp. And I and the parent smile each other recognizing us in an accomplice pride.

by Viviana Gomez - July 23, 2012

De Contadora a Tarotista

by Viviana Gomez Julio 01, 2012

La pregunta no es quien ha experimentado algún fenómeno paranormal, sino quien no lo ha hecho.

Hace algunos meses vengo investigando el auge del fenómeno paranormal dividido entre la puja de escépticos y creyentes. Los dos pueden ser cerrados en sus opiniones y creencias, acusando a unos de fraude y a otros de necios, y es en este conflicto en  donde más aprendo.

Así fue que tuve la suerte de ser presentada con Ariana, gracias a una amiga en común. Ariana (prefirió no publicar su apellido) es una profesional que cuenta con la particularidad de haber sido una racional contadora y luego psicóloga para transformarse en una tarotista astróloga que ahora utiliza el arte de las mancias para ayudar a la gente. ¿Cómo fue su transición de un mundo tan racional a otro lleno de magia? Aquí lo cuenta:

Para mayor información sobre Ariana o para contactarse con ella lo pueden hacer via email a manualespiritual@gmail.com

¿Exactamente a que te dedicas?

Soy tarotista, pero justamente no muchas veces lo digo porque no siempre tiene buena recepción, esto tiene que ver con la cultura, no?

Generalmente me presento como astrologa, yo soy astrologa, tranquista o terapias alternativas. Porque dentro de lo que este tema esta más aceptado, pero yo me presento generalmente así y a mí me buscan por el Tarot.

Regreso

Posted 23rd April by manualespiritual

Cuando ya no permita que cualquiera,
se haga dueño del perdón de mis errores.
Cuando no deje que la luz de mis virtudes,
encandile la verdad de mis defectos.
Cuando no pueda imaginarme una palabra,
que mis labios no se atrevan a decirte.
Y soñar no sea un esfuerzo.
Y desear, no pueda herirte.
Sabre que has regresado junto al árbol,
bajo el que me perdí ni bien partiste.

Giró mi vida

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Haiku by Hebeblue - July - 2003

Giró mi vida

y sobre tu mismo ser

                mi mundo voló...

Haiku: is a very short form of Japanese poetry typically characterised by three qualities:

• The essence of haiku is the juxtaposition of two images or ideas and a kireji ("cutting word") between them. 
• Traditional haiku consist of 17 sylables  in three phrases of 5, 7 and 5 on respectively. 
• A kigo (seasonal reference), usually drawn from a saijiki, an extensive but defined list of such words. The majority of kigo, but not all, are drawn from the natural world. This, combined with the origins of haiku in pre-industrial Japan, has led to the inaccurate impression that haiku are necessarily nature poems

Luna Llena

Her body was wrapped in a blue aura. And dancing on the foam of the waves, took my hand, and we jump to the moon that since then has not stopped smiling.

Jesse Cook,Live in Metropolis..Prince of "Rumba Flamenca

The Runner

I was ready for my morning jogging when this woman jumped from nowhere in her aerodynamic outfit. She hit me on my arm, in a subtle but teasing way without apologies. I tried to reach her but she was too good and too fast. I must admit that I got obsessed with her. Every morning I tried to reach her without success, but I started to get closer and closer, training every morning, running behind her. Finally I got that day that I ran as fast as her. For the first time I was going to see her face and not only her back. What my surprise to find out that she had my face, my clothes, my way to run and to smile to myself understanding that she was just me.

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by Viviana Gomez on Monday, July 27, 2009