Labor day thoughts

I think that we can miss our destinies so much easier now than in the past. Why? perhaps because we are losing our ability to concentrate for long periods of time on just one thing, bombarded by Facebook posts loaded with information about everything. Our minds are shooting everywhere 24 hours a day, which is difficult for the brain to handle; so what does our mind do? It takes everything with a grain of salt. We no longer marvel at anything because our brains are saturated with shocking and extreme things constantly. We are becoming a generation of less sensitivity even though there is so much more “awareness.” Those of us who grew up without cell phones, or internet, had time to think in between TV shows, which was the only thing that seemed to stop our brains for a while, mesmerized by the movie or story for a short amount of time, but it was in full course the rest of the day.  Today, I had time to think, and I realized my inability to concentrate in what I used to like doing, and no, I am not depressed. I was just simply thinking: what about all the rest of things I can do, wanna do, would miss out if not done? You see, the thing is there is just too much that appeals to all of us out there. Is like an ocean is coming at us, and we want to grab it all! but in doing so, we grab nothing. In Spanish there is a saying that is so true and accurate. My family used to say it often, and I learned life lessons with it: “El que mucho abarca, poco aprieta.” Not a literal translation, but tells us the idea in the saying: “Jack of all trades, master of none.” Today, with our technology habits, social media, and so many apps, concentrating in one thing seems so much harder, but I realize it must be done if we are going to write the best books for the future, if we are going to be the best at anything, we must let go of the rest. In doing so, we will do the best for our future, and not settled with a destiny of mediocrity, and a world without Henry Fords, Albert Einsteins, Alexanders Fleemings, (who discovered penicillin), or Fredericks Grants, who invented insulin. Technology has also made our brains lazy, we hardly want to think about something for too long, we tell ourselves, is time to move to the next thing.


Deanna Altman

The Soil



Have you ever rustled with the question: How did things get so bad? How did I get here? One day, long ago, I started thinking about the trajectory of the years gone by like a mirage. I caught myself talking to myself, and meditating about the things that had happened to me.  When I did that, I figured I best talk to God while I am talking to myself.



As I sat on my chair next to my computer, I realized as I review the events of my adult life, that I have suffered quite a bit of disappointments and hardships. I realized all those hardships had changed me, influenced me to become who I am today. Then another thought came to mind: “I wonder when was the moment that I changed.” That moment when my soul just hardened, and became disillusion or numbed?  I was thinking about my past, and how hard my first divorce was; yet I recovered beautifully.  After that, my second separation and divorced happened as I tried to rescue my kids from an abusive relationship, only to find myself alone now with four children struggling to survive without any support. My poverty and lack of support was significant, and it was at this point something in my soul changed. The soil in my soul got bitter. My child-like faith damaged, that hope for the future was no longer there. In a bitter-soil soul, is a ground that the Bible says it can defile many. I always wondered how that happened. As I think about it, I realize that  a bitter-soil soul is the perfect ground to grow hopelessness, cynicism, anger, and unbelief. While all of these things are growing, it makes it easier to grow sin, perhaps a little at first, and slowly you are being a bad influence on others, defiling many. There is that question again: How did I get to this place?

Another day, in the blast of an atmosphere, with its’ blender of thoughts and things

mixing in. Another day holding on to hope and cheer like a comet that is bound for t

sky. Another day that goes by, blistering, agonizing but holding to it. To hope with it’s

higher standards, and its’ grips. Yes, In the morning, it seems possible, mesmerizing and

almost real. Hope, the lasting goal of all.

It is there, like an unreachable goal. But it is always there in the morning. High and

mighty, attainable. As the day goes by, it seems to be getting out of sight, and then, like a

ghost it vanishes. Fainted whispers to hold on to it grab at you saying: you can do it. it is

there, you can reach it. Into the night when you wonder as every spirit fades away, there

is got to be something- a shadow, a breeze, a wind.

A new morning with its arrivals, brings it back again, blasting new.  A cautious spirit that

refuses to go away. It is still there: never goes away.





A False Sense of Security

Intelligence without wisdom is a false net of security because it will fall eventually.Watching people operate at work, a thought occurred to me that would ensure everyone is treated with fairness. “Every job should be done under the umbrella of humanity.”With this I mean, not matter what job people do, it should never be out of the borders of compassion and common sense. The things we trust are like a paper crumpled after the wind comes. If all are taken out, we have nothing but a raw version of ourselves. Usually this happens when tragedy strikes and we lose things we have, but if we think about it, those things aren’t as valuable to lose in comparison to loosing ourselves buried by our things.

The Supernatural

Is it just me, or does life just seems an endless list of chores to complete? I start my morning calling out to God for a supernatural touch. Anything. But nothing seems to come. Today, I started thinking that maybe we live with the supernatural all the time. The fact that we can breathe and walk is a miracle within itself. We just don’t know it because we never stop doing it. It has become something we looked passed to experience new things. We are only aware of it when we stop doing it, and then the entire purpose of life becomes breathing well again. We have so many miracles every day. I can see the beautiful afternoon, and feel the breeze on my face; I can really be aware of it if I just look pass my daily problem or the next chore. We can’t see the miracle of our lives, if we are drowning into our thoughts, and problems. To appreciate how much we have, we can take a step back, and imagine you could not breathe very well, and someone has to take you to the bathroom, because you cannot walk. Your son asks you for your help, but all you can see is his lips moving, because you cannot hear.

Sometimes as a Christian, I remind myself to be thankful, because these are situations people live with every day, and somehow people who have no legs, manage a smile and a positive attitude!

I remember when I had to go to the hospital to stay with one of my sons when he was sick. It was a time when all I could do was wait, and help as much as I could. But it wasn’t Disneyland. I tried to be joyful anyway, while in the hospital, but I couldn’t help but think of how much time I had wasted on the outside, complaining about minor things, when I had my kids healthy, and could come and go as I pleased!

Maybe is not what we don’t have that we need to look at, but what we do have to start enjoying life.


Have you ever wonder what happened to our society? How did we go from what it seemed a completely different world in the 1930s 40s and 50s to where we are today? Culture changes like a sauce thickens under a boiling fire: slowly and under the right conditions. Trends are important to watch because they contain the ingredients to changing culture.  It is interesting to observe how trends affect the way people do things, and how it will change the way they will do things in the future. Of course some trends will take and others won’t. I am talking about those trends that take into people’s habits.

We are in world in which people read small amounts of information through social media, small articles which actually fit a fast pace society. We want quick nice thoughts and solutions that actually helps us. There is nothing wrong with this, at least people are reading! However we should watch out for diluted and water down information and insight.

In the past, people meditated more over larger amounts of information and insights producing perhaps better results. What happens when we don’t meditate upon what we read? I doesn’t get process. There is something about reading something and let it simmer a while; then we come up with conclusions and solutions which can help our lives. It is similar to when we eat something, and there is a process of digestion which leads to nutrition, when our bodies take it a-part. In the same way, in the world of words, they need to be process by our brains, mind and spirit in order to take advantage of all that they have to offer. When there is no time to mediate, we don’t take apart the good and the bad of what we read, bringing sloppy results, as oppose to going through a process of thinking that leads to taking the good of what we read and discarding the bad, and ending up with great insight to help our lives.

There is something precious that we miss in our world of information in a hurried up society. Now that information is at our fingertips, we can get if fast, however some of its riches might be missing as the nutrients get lost in a microwave meal. We need to go back to a slower process of boiling what we read, even if it takes longer because the taste will be better in the end, and it will leave us more satisfied.


I remember very vividly attending my cousins party when I was a child, and playing a game in which all the children were lined up and had to blow air in through a straw in order to keep a paper from falling at the other end of the straw. The funny thing is you couldn’t see the other kids. You could only see straight ahead while blowing as hard as you could you had to walk back and forth. I walked and walked, and blew and blew. I couldn’t see what was the status of my opponents.

For some reason, I thought everyone had finished the game, and I had lost, so I stopped. To my surprised, I found out there was only one contestant left, other than me. if I would’ve kept going I would have been the winner, but because I stopped the other kid got a huge price, and I lost.

In life we find circumstances just like this one.  We are trying hard, but we can’t see how what we are doing is impacting others or what difference does it make. Sometimes we are doing a good thing, but we stop because we think we are defeated already. I remembered the disappointment I felt when I saw the other girl get that huge colorful building set, that I would’ve died to have. It gets me thinking about how we need to persevere in our Christian walk, and parenting. We can feel discouraged because we don’t see the results or we feel we are all alone. It seems that our journey keeps going in an never ending run around, but in the end there is a huge price waiting for us.

In the spiritual realm, we cannot see what is around us but we are call to persevere ahead. Our Christian walk is very similar to this game because you have to look only ahead to make it. If you stir to the right or to the left you can loose focus and be distracted.

It is a game of focusing primarily, and we can get “out of the road,” if we look either way. Yet it is so easy to look to the left or right. Christ kept his focus by thinking on one thing: “The price ahead of Him.”