Rompiendo Silencio [Breaking Silence]

En el cansancio me encuentro.

Cada transición acompañada de silencio.

La carretera está abierta y es larga. Se que emprenderé camino, mirando el sol y las estrellas que van marcando la ruta.

Este camino no es para los cobardes ni los que temen exponerse. Se trata de quitarse los zapatos, la camisa y todas las expectativas.

Nada garantizado y nada establecido. Esto no es para los lentos. Esto es para los que corren. Esto no es para los que viven en la sombra de sus heridas, pero para los que aguantan más que los demás.

Esto es para los que se paran después de la caída. Esto es para los que se quitan la armadura y corren camino aunque sea sangrando. Pues donde hay heridas, hay sanidad. Donde hay valor, hay oportunidad.

Los pies los tengo sobre tierra. La mirada al cielo. Las manos abiertas y sin nada más. Voy sin cubrirme y con el corazón lleno de esperanza. Siempre lleno de la mejor esperanza. La esperanza que da vida. La esperanza que me sirve de ropa.

En el cansancio me encuentro. Pero aún así, voy corriendo. Nada me puede detener. Llegare como aguacero de verano. Rompiendo silencio.

-Gabriela Yareliz

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In exhaustion I find myself.

Each transition accompanied by silence.

The road is open and long. I know I will start the path, looking at the sun and stars that go marking my route.

This road is not for cowards or those who fear exposing themselves. It’s about taking off the shoes, the shirt and all expectations.

Nothing guaranteed and nothing set. This is not for the slow. This is for those who run. This is not for those who live in the shadow of their wounds, but for those who endure more than others.

This is for the ones who stand up after the fall. This is for the ones who take off their armor, and they run the path, even if they are bleeding. Because where there are wounds, there is healing. Where there is courage, there is opportunity.

I have my feet on the ground. My gaze to the sky. My hands open and nothing else. I go without covering myself and with my heart full of hope. Always filled with the best hope. The hope that gives life. The hope that I can use as clothing.

In exhaustion I find myself. But even so, I go running. Nothing can stop me. I will arrive like a summer downpour. Breaking the silence.

Acknowledging The Blanks

By: Gabriela Yareliz

It was a dark week on the news. I am not here to talk about suicide or anxiety and depression. (While these are important discussions). I am not here to talk about the talented people we lost this week. I am not here to talk about any of that. I am here to acknowledge.

When sad or bad things happen, in general, we seek answers, and as logical beings, we try to reason, categorize and judge (not necessarily in the negative sense of the word). As I was listening to Erwin McManus, I was reminded of this thought. I wanted to share, and I want us to remember this:

Religion pretends to have all the answers. Religion is not the same thing as faith. Religion is afraid of the blanks. Faith is not. If we are going to be sincere, faith doesn’t have the answers that fill in all the blanks. There are blanks in our lives that won’t be filled.

“Faith is not connected to what God does. Your faith has to be connected to who God is.” (Erwin McManus)

It’s not about having answers or solutions to everything. It’s about knowing the One who does– a Being that is beyond our comprehension. A God who is ever strong and loves you more than anything. Faith rests in knowing who God is.

May you reach out to Him in the blanks of life, and trust Him. Know that while you may not have all the answers, He is the answer to our pain; the hope in our circumstances (no matter how dark); the redemption.

Weighing for Change

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I am sitting in the basement of TJ Maxx on a chair that is for sale. I am not kidding. I am sitting here with no makeup on, with my New Yorker grocery cart beside me. I am writing this blog on a chair that isn’t mine.

All morning, I have been trying to sort my feelings out about big possible transitions coming my way. Here I am trying to worry about everything but maybe the most important thing.

Is it possible that sometimes people give us space to figure out our stuff when they seem to see us more clearly than we see ourselves? They see our potential, our ambition, our hopes.

Maybe, in my own hopes to stop the indecision and deafening silence that has plagued for so long, I have been trying to find my answers from external sources. But that may not be possible.

If what I seek is growth, challenge and no boredom, then the weights are stacked up, and I must weigh carefully. Isn’t that what I have been working toward my whole life? Nothing about this journey has been comfortable or easy. So what is it exactly that scares me?

When we are seeking to go to the next chapter in life, there is nothing external that can help us decide. Contrary to what we try. But instead, we have to pray and pay attention to the sentiments that linger. There was a prospect for change that was placed in front of me recently, and I felt disappointed. I literally felt just that. I couldn’t understand why until this morning. And I haven’t been able to shake the feeling, even if I can reason it away with logic. So, perhaps, that feeling is not meant to be ignored or reasoned away, but it’s exactly what I should be holding on to.

If change will happen, it has to be for something better. There is too much at stake. Maybe, we are too accustomed in life to making decisions and just making them work. Surviving. But now, I believe we reach a certain point where our choices shouldn’t just be things we survive and make work, but something we really want. Something that will elevate, because if it won’t, then maybe the trade off isn’t as worth it as it seems.

Life comes and asks you the question: What do you prioritize? Who are you? Who do you want to be? And there are things we erroneously see as mutually exclusive– but they aren’t. Instead of letting false sense of hopelessness drain us, we should use the energy to make work what it is we want. There are ways. There are ways.

This is just a shoutout to the girl inside who loves a good challenge, and wants to go to bed knowing she tried her best to disturb the worlds status quo as it stands. I always wanted to run into the darkness with a torch, and I have realized I can do nothing less.

Gaman

Image from @candicekumai

“The contrast from barely paying rent to where I am now is incredible. And I just want to tell you guys that I am living proof that you can do anything in your life, but you will have to work for it.

And when I am running those races, I always hate the last 3/4 lap. That is the one that you have to get through, and I feel like I am there right now, in my life. Like, I feel like I am at the 3/4 lap, where I just want to give up and tell everybody: This has not been a fun career. This has been a painful career, and the one thing that I know how to do better than anyone is endure.”

Wabi Sabi, Ep. 02, Gaman, How to Survive With One Simple Strategy (podcast available on iTunes)

“The one thing that I know how to do better than anyone is endure”

What do you see?

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I was sitting in court when a court staff member sat beside me. He asked me how my weekend had gone, and told me that now that I am young, I should make sure each weekend is the best weekend I ever had. I smiled politely, taking a break from my New Yorker reading, which was my entertainment as I waited to be called.

He then said, “Open your hand, and look at your palm.”

I did and gave him a skeptical glance. If this guy was expecting me to read my own palm, I was not having it.

“What do you see?” he asked.

I stared blankly into the flushed palm of my hand that had some ink stains on the side.

“Nothing,” I said, choosing to ignore the ink smudges.

“Look again.”

I did.

“You don’t see it, but the rest of us do. You have the world in your hands. Seize it. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t.”

I smiled. The world. In my hand.

Open your hand. What do you see?

Great Spirits

“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.” –Albert Einstein

By: Gabriela Yareliz

Honesty will often cost you. People often lie to protect themselves or more specifically, their status, and more often than not, to protect the image they hold in front of others. However, our characters and hearts are too expensive a sacrifice. When we lie, what we aim to have protect us becomes the greatest weapon against us.

Don’t cheapen yourself. Be a great soul. If honesty costs you, let it cost you. At least that is a price worth paying.