Welcome to My New Blog!! Planet Earth is a dazzling blue planet. The Sun, our Star glows like an ember lying on a blanket of the Milky Way Galaxy. The glamour of its majestic beauty is sparkling like a sprinkle of dew in the giant Universe. We share our beautiful common home, our world filled with natural wonders, biodiversity, wonderful animals, human culture footprints of different origins, time and places in modern spectrums and ancient history. This writer, poet, artist has a great respect for life. This Blog will share journeys and journals into the past, as well as poems, inspirational stories, tales, random thoughts, art work and pictures in our present world. Writing is a Good Therapy for the Soul. Helping others motivates me in The Journey of Life. Welcome Aboard!!

The Planet Earth is Our Common Home.

The Planet Earth is Our Common Home.
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Friday, October 28, 2016

The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.

The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.
It has been said without words...
Until we write again,

Friday, January 8, 2016

The Lessons in This Blog will Go on a Season Break.

Dear Readers,

The Lessons in This Blog will Go on a Season Break.
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Have a Happy New Year 2016 to one & all!!
Thanks in advance for showing your kindness,
sharing your precious time,
and reading my posts!!
God's Peace be with you all.
Until we write again.
Hope, Peace & Love,


Monday, December 14, 2015

God's Judgement...

Today's post is the last one for this year 2015. 
I'll see you next year, if that is Only God's Will.
There is a great agony to bear an untold story inside your heart, especially if you have been a victim of unfair situations. Yes! I would like to tell my story....
When I was in High School, my uncle, the oldest brother of my mother -who was a Professor of Physics- told me an interesting piece of wisdom. He said, "When one is in the center of -or interacting with- an electromagnetic field, one has to cast a wire back to earth in order not to get electrocuted."
Our brains have got neurons which are connected with the rest of our human body cells generating a close interaction in a so- called form of electricity. If eveything in our body works correctly, we'll be in harmony with our mind, body and spirit. We'll be invaded with stress disorders when harmony breaks down. Stay in harmony for your good health! So stay away from stress, find your way to achieve the feeling of self-respect and self-worth.

I nestle my Christian heart in selfless acts of kindness worthy enough to generate many good friends. My poetic garden may run dry alone without the nourishment, the essential nutrition of true friendship.
I was underneath the blade slowly dying, yet the Lord rescued me. I'm certain that I'm only a temporary passenger, a citizen of this fleeting world, yet an ambassador for my heavenly home.
My thoughts are reminders from God that while I live in the world with government leaders, controlled by political powers, so my view is to keep my eyes and heart fixed in spiritual values, God's Heavenly Kingdom, which comes first as my primary focus. My ultimate patriotism is a heavenly one with Jesus, our Lord and Savior God.
I certainly wouldn't cast stones when I don't know the entire story or circumstances. I think evil energies keep taking over human bodies and minds. WAKE UP!! SPEAK UP WHATEVER YOUR GOOD HEART HOLDS. JOIN a BROTHERHOOD of CHRISTIANS in ACTION for a BETTER WORLD.
Corruption is like a shadow that could be hiding 
behind every wall.
Corruption is like a snowball rolling from the mountain summit -getting bigger and bigger- falling down to the valley.
Corruption is worldwide like a tsunami, a huge ocean wave devastating everything in its deadly path. Generally speaking, corruption could be as deadly as the weight of water that could sink the big ship.
"Who thinks will escape God's Judgement?" (Romans 2:3)
"The truth will set you free." (John 8:31-32)
Jesus said to those who believed in Him, "If you obey my teaching, you are really my disciples, and you will know the truth."

Today's Prayer.
Dear Jesus,
I am so sorry if I have offended You. I ask You for Your forgiveness.
Open my eyes Lord, so that I shall see who are my real true friends, plus show me the names of my foes. I love You, Heavenly Father. Thank you, Jesus for loving me!
Today, I pray for the loveless lonely ones, for the poor, grieving, depressed, angry, confused, sick, homeless and hungry.
Lord, show them the way to find whatever they need, whatever they are searching for, especially hope, peace and love in You, Father. In Jesus' Almighty Name, I pray. AMEN.


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Today's Outline.

Today's Outline. 
Let me be outspoken, something of paramount importance, and predicate some facts!

I am unable to hide my artistic mind and soul, or preserve my inner thoughts -inside an invisible grave- which crave to come out to the light at the end of a dark tunnel. The outlook of the stormy tempest overburdened my feeble harmony making my spirit crash, or be carried away by an overflowing wind.
My life has been overdue. It is about time to pay the bills in full.
Metaphorically speaking, it looks like the wind was raging, then the sea would fly into a rage making sailing harder or even impossible. 

Can you row a boat against the wind?...
Well, this is what my life has been all about, rowing against the wind. 

The wrong doers outnumbered the good ones, 
and I got deeply confused about who was right, or who was wrong.
I have always had my own moral values, and it seems as if
I was misunderstood...


Monday, October 5, 2015

Crying for the world as it is nowadays...

Crying for the world as it is nowadays...
Plant a seed of love
In every heart, in every face...
Show compassion throughout your day.
Be the voice of the voiceless along the way...
Take a look around at the world,
Please, tell me what you see...
´Cause it breaks my heart to find
Tons of tears and misery.
Jesus gave His own life to pay for our sins.
There is no greater love than His unconditional love.
I cried all the tears.
Blood of my veins was shed to the sea.
My heartbeats could hardly go on...
I couldn't stand the pain. I was in agony.
So, move your footsteps towards your destiny.
Celebrate life with your family!
Build your dreams over freedom grounds and more.
Find your way where there´s still an open door.
Peace be with you, dear readers.
God may bless you all.

Monday, September 7, 2015



MEMORY LANE PLUS... Life repeats itself in the course of history in the form of similar patterns with a chain of actions sustained by cause and effect results. As a freelance writer, poet, blogger, lyricist, artist, I would like to write and publish my life stories in brief -in order to explain and clarify some events that happened in my family history. In my previous post I wrote...
The future would be ahead of me, and I would be the one to orquestrate and build a stairway to Heaven, not only for me, but also for my generations to come ahead. As soon as I stepped on American soil, my life would never be the same again. I fell in love with the American people and way of life! Well, I planted my seeds, my flowers, my poems and songs, my thoughts, my true love into the land of freedom, the home of the braves.
I really wanted to be a part of the American hearts.
The rest is history in my life as an American Senior Citizen lady.
My advice is to take good care of your children, because they will become adults in no time. Teach them good things, good manners, to love and respect others, also respect conservation, mother nature, animals and wildlife. We are all mortal beings, feeble passengers of time. So, I wish to make a real difference between life and death, and serve the Lord for a good purpose in my passing life in the world before I DIE...
My Life Stories -as I was told, and as far as I remember. My maternal grandparents, the parents of my mother, were European Immigrants. They got married and had 4 children, my mom was their youngest baby. My grandmother was born in 1885 in Genova, Northern Italy, and her parents were cousins. They had 14 children, and my grandmom was their eldest child. My maternal grandfather, the father of my mother, was born in Switzerland in 1878 in the City of Vevey, Canton of Vaud. He spoke French and Italian as well. His father was Italian from Genova. His mother was German- Swiss. He grew up in Switzerland as a kid. My maternal grandfather was an artist painter, and studied Art in the School of Brera in Milan, Italy. He died in 1927 due to hepatocirrhosis in his liver. He used oil painting to paint his artwork. After many years working without a mask, he must have inhaled the deadly odor which damaged his liver to a deadly point. My mom was only a 2-year-old baby. Her mom, my maternal grandmother, felt emotionally devastated, and had to work hard back in those days, in the early years of the 20's century, in which women were not seeing with good eyes by people in general if ladies were not at home.
Sadly, my grandmother gave her 2-year-old baby -my mom, to her parents, my mother's grandparents. They provided all they had for my mother's upbringing. Perhaps, it wasn't enough, it wasn't the ideal situation, because my mom wanted and needed her own mom. 
My mother's maternal grandparents had 14 children, so my mom -as a child- had many aunts and uncles who played and took good care of her. At the age of 18, my mother got a job in a big store downtown, and went to visit her mom, and asked her if she could live with her. My grandmother welcomed her young daughter, who felt so happy going back to her mother's loving arms again. Unfortunately, the fact that my mom was raised by her grandparents -as a little child- not by her mom, left chronic emotional disorders, depression, severe traces in my mom's mind and heart. Now, I recall something important -when I was a child- to have seen my mom crying very often, especially after her dearest mom died, and my dad left our home for another woman. My mom felt so very depressed. I was about 9 or 10 years old back then. I remember I had asked her why she had been crying, then my mom decided to share her big secret with me. My mom had felt like an abandoned orphan most of her life, especially while living with her maternal grandparents. They only sent her to study up to Elementary School, and then learn how to become a dress-maker, and also learn embroidery techniques. After graduation in that sort of trade, she had to work for her grandparents sewing dresses and embroidery fabrics as a young teen. They did not allow her to see males, and never get married.
My dear mom kept on crying -as she was telling me her story, and I gave her a big hug to soothe her emotional breakdowns. I would comfort my mom as long as I lived with her. Then, I understood my mom's emotions and behaviour more clearly, for she had been missing her own mom. 
My mom was definetely my best friend forever! When my parents got married, they bought an apartment, and my mom took her mom with them. So, the three of them lived together, my mom, my dad and my maternal grandmom. Then, when I was born, there were four of us, my parents, my granny and me -as a baby. My granny helped my mom with my upbringing, for she had to work in the store to help pay for the mortgage and the incoming bills. Life was so hard back then. I adored my grandmom, she was the sweetest lady I had ever met in my life. She adored me too. Well, I share a pic of my grandmother and me -as a little kid for you all. Have a blessed weekend, dear family and friends!! God may bless you all.