Sunday, August 14, 2016

Today's Headlines in PR

So cool! El Nuevo Dia se la comio con el poster, con el afiche! Me imagino que lo veremos en las tiendas y donde quiera.

Oh, oh, Medalla Beer just got sued for putting their ad next to Monica Puig's phote without her permission not the local Olympic Committee.  I see a donation coming.  You can't do this with out permission.  

Saturday, August 13, 2016

A Metaphor in Monica Puig

I hadn't been writing for a while, but today my heart is full and I just can't keep quiet.  We are so proud of you, Monica!  Hija de mi tierra, luchadora, nueva reina de los corazones, humilde y genuina, Dios te proteja siempre.

Well, we heard that the match was going to begin at 2:00 PM so I turned on the TV and the time went by as slow as molasses.  There is something about watching a game where you have no interest.  Of course everyone in Argentina was routing for their guy to beat the Spaniard but hey we had no one in the game.  They both spoke Spanish, and since they did that common denominator cancelled them out.    Any way, their Spanish is so different to ours.  Why in Argentina they sing their Spanish with an Italian flair, and the people from Spain have a lisp. And Ole and Bravo.  And of course they conquered America.  But anyway that was centuries ago.  There might be a little bit of resentment for all the gold they plundered but no biggie. That is water under the bridge.  

But back to the game.  We had to wait until finally the Argentine beat Nadal. What a relief.  I was starting to feel bad for Nadal who seemed to have been crowned the favorite and was losing to his dismay.  Finally, our gal, Monica came on the screen with her good tan and caramel skin with high lights in her hair pulled back in a braid.  She looked buffed with a mixture of sweetness and raw determination.  She looked away a lot as she studied her tennis racket over and over as she picked on it or twirled it with her rhythmic swing. Waiting was perhaps the hardest part, as we waited for Kerber to serve.  And did she serve?  About 7 to 9 slicing perfect serves.  Always a fake one first just to get Monica off balance and then followed by a supersonic knife in the air.  But our Monica was not going to be denied. 

On the other hand, Monica, simply took the long route by weakening her opponent with Pica Power.  She subjected her to long volleys back and forth, making the German move side to side,  then the volleys became tiresome.  It was long, hot, and grueling   The difference between them was that la Puertorriqueña woke up this morning with a golden medal in her cafe con leche.  Sure, once in a while she got unfocused but she bounced back.  

On the other side of the court the German gal started realizing this Monica was not backing off. Didn't this Puig know that she had just won the Australian Open? That she was number #2 in the world?   She looked at her coach with a look, saying, I can't stop this chatita.  I can't stop this gal, she keeps coming back.  Coming back and coming back until she was unnerved and worn out. It was a battle of the wills.  And Monica won.

So how did we react in Puerto Rico?  Con alegria, algarabia y griteria!!!  We shouted and cheered wildly from one little corner of the island to the other.  This island of 100 by 35 suddenly became a very loud neighborhood!  

We were taught a lesson in fighting.  You stick at it.  It doesn't come easy.  You might fall, do the splits, slip and slide, and you dust it off, jump a little, shake if off, and dream of the goal.  You think of your Abuelita back in Puerto Rico watching you, you see the Puertorriqueños waving your flag in the stands and remember hearing la Borinqueña playing in your mind for the first time in the Olympics.  Can I do it?  I'm not quitting.  No me quito. No me quito.  I'm not quitting.  No me quito.  And she stayed.  

Beautiful metaphor.  A message for all of us battling some giant.  I'm NOT quitting.  I am going to fight this to the end.  

Bien hecho hija nativa!  Bien hecho!

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Las Flores de Mami

Cruz de malta florecidas del patio de Mami.  Que bonito disfrutarlas.  Hoy pase por la casa de mami en Venus Gardens para encontrarme con el señor que hace el patio.  Si mami pudiera ver las flores les gustaria pero tambien estaria algo triste por que ella tenia un balcon lleno de plantas ornamentales, miramelindas, orquidias y pajaritos.  No se como no se morian con el arroz que ella le daba todos los dias.   Asi es.  Los tiempos cambian y ya mami no puede estar en casa pero por lo menos yo puedo asegurarme de que el patio este bonito. 

Thursday, March 03, 2016

They Called Him Nino--Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia

I began to listen to this memorial service because of a link Eric Metaxas put up on FaceBook, but to my surprise, I found myself drawn into each short eulogy. The anecdotes shared and the tributes Justice Scalia received from the distinguished people whom he counted as friends and family are a testament of the quality of his character.  This memorial service is worth your time.

Please find the Memorial Service for Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Run Way of Hope

What have I been doing these days to keep me busy? Well I have been helping the Salvation Army's Women Auxiliary spread the word about the upcoming Fashion Show, Runway of Hope, in Isla Verde Puerto Rico.   Several fabulous designers including Orlando Lopez will be featured as well.  You can find out more information about all the designers, the event's New to You Boutique and the Silent Auction.   As a beautiful note, honor will be given to whom honor is due as grand designers such as Carlota Alfaro, Nono Maldonado, and Mirtha Rubio's classical designs will also be on display.  You will not want to miss this event.   To secure your invitation please contact Brenda Rodriguez-Lago at 787.999.7000 at extension 69028.

For more information on the Fashion  Show please go to the Facebook Runway of Hope event page at:  

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

History Every Where!

I don't think there is a country in this world where time almost stops.  You look at a place and you can travel to the past and you can travel to the future.  Of course there are stories of time travel taht you can make up about almost any place, but when these stories take place in a holy book such as the Bible.  Well, that is different.  To go to Caesarea and know that the apostle Paul left to a distant shore from there, or to see the foot prints of the Romans! It sort of takes your breath away.

Not only are there stories reference that already have taken place but there are pending stories yet to unfold.  Take the Megiddo Valley referenced in the book of Revelation where a great battle involving several world power that everyday we read how the players mentioned there are setting themselves into place.  You gasp because you know that everything that is in the Bible that was predicted to happen in the past, took place, and have been studied and verified.  The unfulfilled prophecies will most surely take place as well.     

So on our way up the coast from Tel Aviv we approached Ceasarea and this is pretty much what we saw with a little side trip to Megiddo and its awesome plains.

A Thrifty People!

A thrifty people!  Something of which to be proud!  One of the things I noticed on my trip to Israel was that the people did not waste their money!  The government fomented thriftiness and so did the general population.  90 percent of the homes I observed had water heaters and solar panels on their roofs.  I often saw people's clothing drying on the porches.  In Tel Aviv on the coast where most of these pictures were taken I also observed wide tree-lined promenades where the residents could walk or cycle safely to their destinations.  Water is also a most precious commodity and the drip irrigation system was also visible were there were plants and bushes.  It made you feel good that people and the government were responsible about making good use of their resources.  I loved it!  

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Life is always Changing

I moved from Florida back to Puerto Rico!  Shocking.  I love telling people that.  To my utter surprise, I have never been happier.  Estoy en Puerto Rico.  I keep so busy I hardly have time to scratch my head really.  I volunteer at church.  I volunteer with the Salvation Army. We invent things to keep us busy.  I check my daughters' beach house and keep it clean.  I am decluttering constantly.  I keep a porch garden and talk to my neighbors.  And I sleep and eat.  Who has time for more.  Oh, I forgot, I visit my elderly mother 3 times a week and sometimes 4 if she needs to go in for an appointment and we just found out she has a terminal disease,*

Life is going to change for me again.

Life is going to change for her as well.

I am taking a deep breath.  I really haven't let it sink in.

Dios me la bendiga.

God bless mom.

Lord we need your help.

*Note:  Full of joy!  After the biopsy, it turned out that my mother's cancer is not the type that metastasizes! Overjoyed!

Walking Through Jerusalem

Israel, my first trip.

Though the atmosphere was slightly tense, we decided to keep our commitment and venture to Israel as planned. We had taken eight weeks of Hebrew classes.  I had studied Bible passages of almost every place we were going to visit, looking them up in the concordance of my Bible.  I had packed a month ahead.  Packing, repacking, sorting, rethinking everything I would need.  Praying and talking and listening to God.   We had heard of the stabbings and I took my fears to God and in a million ways, He told me not to fear.  You know it says not to fear about 365 times in the Bible.  It seemed like all my friends and all me feeds were on the same theme.  Do not fear, I go before you.  I will never leave thee nor forsake me.  Have I not commanded you to be courageous?  He lovingly told me a hundred more times.  I believed him.  So in the midst of the stabbings, I was determined to go.  One friend wrote out her will.  I did, too.  I organized my papers.  I was going.  Only the Lord could stop me and He had given me the go ahead.  So we went.

So that first day walking in Jerusalem, I wanted to dance, but I didn't since I could see at times the anger, tension, and stress on the faces, but we kept our faces like a flint and moved through the city, trying not to get lost and get to what called us there.  Rather WHO called us there.  I really went with the heart to tell those people that I met how much I loved their country and how much I loved them.  I went there to be kind.  I went there to show the love of Yeshua and I had so many beautiful opportunities to do that, that it almost made me cry.

I was like a little girl loose in a candy shop.  I was like a sponge just discovering water.  I don't think I ever closed my eyes.  I saw people sleeping on the bus days later as Israel rushed by.   I never did.  I could never get enough.  You know how it is that you have read over and over about this magnificent country and its renowned people.   The struggles, the customs, the foods, the Holy Days, the desert, the wilderness, the Sea of Galilee, Nazareth, Jerusalem, the history, and the Messiah, my Messiah walked on this part of the earth! It was my first trip.

It is my first trip and so far my only trip, but I want to go back.  I am hungry to go back.  If I could afford to spend a month there, I would.  I would go to the Wailing Wall, the Kotel, everyday.  I would see all my email contacts.  I would visit the Sherut again, slowly, taking time to meet the people and ask questions.  The last time I went, the pace was very fast.  I wasn't leading the way, an acquaintance was and she had been there a zillion times and well the first timers weren't really on her agenda.  I understood, this was "her private" time.  We would be starting a tour in two days and her private touring-shopping- Kotel time would be gone before we knew it.  And that is just how it happened.  Later I understood just how precious our Kotel time had been.

We went to the Western Wall for several hours on those first days in Jerusalem.  I saw the world walk in front of me at the Wall.  They come from all over the world.  Some are reverent while some are rude.  Some are impressive in their native garb, especially the ones from Africa, with their colorful clothing and head dresses.  I almost felt like a fly on the wall in my simple black rain coat and pashimina.  I saw one lady which I think was from a small country in the Pacific who perhaps was an actress or celebrity because she was posing endlessly for picture with no real sense of where she was.  You don't go to the Kotel to pose.  You go to the Kotel to pray!!! You to to the Kotel to tell the Lord how much you love Him!  Right under this picture is an IDF female soldier cutting a small branch from the bush that is hanging from the rocks there.  Who can blame her when her life is on the line everyday? That little branch will remind her of her faith, her country, and of the time she came to pray.

You go to the Wailing Wall to have an encounter with God but you see my encounter with the Lord happened many years before--actually in 1967-68. It was my years to examine my life and Jesus!  After a year, I give my life to the Lord!  Just so happens that it was that same year, I also fell in love with Israel.  I literally sat glued to the radio listening to the broadcast and updates about the Six Day War. I couldn't believe that that little underdog of a nation had been able to survive the onslaught of 5 other nations attacking them.  Was it five or three?  All I knew was that Jesus came from Israel.  I knew Jesus was Jewish!!!! I wanted them to win.  I wanted them to have Jerusalem back.

I am sorry if I am offending or ticking some people off.  This is my blog.  Sorry. Jesus was circumcised in Jerusalem.  Yahweh gave them the deed. You can read it in Exodus.  You can read it in Joshua.  You have to respect the Creator of the ends of the earth.  He gave it to them.  You can read it in the Bible. He has put his seal on Mount Moriah.  You can see it from space.  This land belongs to them and they have had to fight tooth and claw to get it back.   Just like I am fighting tooth and claw for the salvation of my children.  I sort of understand Israel.  They are warriors.  Nothing has come easy for them.  God has promised to go with them, he has promised to go through the floods with them, through the fire, through the fighting, but he never said he would do it for them if he had commanded them to go.  So, yes I admire them.  I love them.

So that is why I went to Israel. I went to see it for myself. I got to meet the nicest people, Jew and Gentile alike.  I must admit there were some situations that made me jittery.  One situation stood out. After visiting stores and the Kotel, a friend of mine and I let the sun set on us in Jerusalem and we had not gotten back to the hotel.  We started walking from the Lion's gate towards the Armenian section and two men stepped from the gate and it was dark.  The next section was going to be a dark lonely stretch and we had let them go ahead.  They did not seem friendly.  I sized up the situation rather quickly and when I saw some cars coming and one was a taxi, I flagged it down.  Yes, it used up most of the Shekels I had in my purse, but it was totally worth it. I blessed a Palestinian taxi driver who loved Christians he told us, not because we asked but because he was a genuinely nice person with whom we were able to converse all the way to the hotel.  He had a daughter who he called his princess and a lovely family.  I gladly and comfortably handed him my money than have who knows what happen to us.  The jitters melted away.  Just as we reached our hotel, our friends were stepping out for dinner at the YMCA and we walked over with them.  It was God's timing as well.

There is more to tell.  Let's see if the pictures come up as well.