Tag Archives: God

My Mornigs at the Bus Stop This Fall

I wake up in the darkness, and I feel like I’m dying. I just want to die, go back to bed and never wake up. I wish I could take my Munequito with me and go as far away as … Continue reading

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Ten Years and Two Reasons

This August I will be celebrating 10 years since I moved to Canada. I’m 32, so pretty much I’ve lived a third of my life in this country. It doesn’t feel like that at all. I came to Canada when I … Continue reading

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Tired, Renewed and Loved

    There are days when I’m tired…tired of tiredness, tired of people, tired of Silvia trying to understand people, tired of thinking that people mean well. Am I as selfish as I think some people around me behave? Probably! … Continue reading

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Yes, I am Loved

I’ve been sad for many reasons. One of them (and it’s not really the main one) is that I feel that I’m not really loved in my new home. Now, I know this is a lie. I know people love … Continue reading

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Easter Sunday Will Always Be Special

One year ago, on Easter Sunday, I received the Eucharist after 15 years of being away from such beautiful Sacrament. I cannot explain how much my life has changed since that day! I was raised Catholic in Mexico, and I … Continue reading

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A rainy Monday

Sometimes it’s hard to do it … It’s cold and rainy , there is no sun at all . My SAD is telling me that I cannot do it at all .   But once I’m there , and I listen to … Continue reading

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Growing with Mary

As a little girl, the first Saturday of every month I used to go to church and offer flowers to the Virgin Mary. I’m not sure I remember this, maybe these memories I have are based on old photos that … Continue reading

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