Saturday, August 30, 2014


Words stuck in my throat. Words I will not be able to tell you. Words that don't matter anymore. I feel them trying to get out. They want to speak to you. Tell you everything that has been unsaid until now. They want to tell you how you did accomplish what you set out to do a long time ago, how I did get to love you, how I love you still. Words that torture me in the night and accompany me in my mind during my waking hours. Words from which I built my dreams once and now form my nightmares. 

Friday, August 29, 2014

Introverts: A Book List

Looking for new books to read? Compiled from my own reading list, here is a list of books on Introverts; From the Home, to Church, to Love. A book for everyone's needs. Do you have any favorite books on Introverts?

Introverts: A Book List

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking
Introverts in the Church: Finding Our Place in an Extroverted Culture
Wallflowers in the Kingdom
Quiet Faith: An Introvert's Guide to Spiritual Survival
The Introvert's Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World
Quiet Influence: The Introvert's Guide to Making a Difference
Evangelism for the Rest of Us: Sharing Christ Within Your Personality Style
Insight: Reflections on the Gifts of Being an Introvert
Energized: an introvert's guide to communication
Introverts at Ease
The Introvert and Extrovert in Love: Making It Work When Opposites Attract

Rosario's favorite books »

We Must Go On

In life we discover what bring us joy and what brings us sadness. We discover what is important and what is not. We sit down and contemplate everything we have done, everything we have not, and everything we are yet to do. We smile at our accomplishments and shake our heads when we remember our failures. We smile at those we love and look upon them fondly. We give thanks for those who love us and pray for those who don't. We meditate on the choices we have made that have brought us to where we are and we realize that past mistakes have finally ceased to matter. We realize that we are not done, that we must go on, and we continue to push forward. It is at this intercession that we pray we might be given the time necessary to do everything we must do; to be with those we love, to do more of what brings us joy, to do more of what is important, and to look less on the inconsequential things in our life.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

This way or that? Sometimes the best way to decide is not to decide

During the past few months I have thought long and hard about what to do with this blog. I admit that for a short time I had the intent of deleting it, goodbye to the blog that I once cherished so much, the blog that reminds me of the past life for which at times I feel nostalgic. The truth is that this blog carries a lot of baggage with it, it depicts a time when my optimism was high and I hadn't suffered the heartaches that I now have as my part of my life experience resume. A lot of things have changed since I began that little online book club named Books for thy Imagination for which I started writing here. The little book club that began with just me and flowered into a few but devoted members with whom I read books with. It was a time when I felt my life was ahead of me and I had plenty of time to complete my goals and aspirations. As the pace of my life changed I was unable to devote as much time to the book club and thus this blog became a remnant of what it could have been. Aah, could have been, how that phrase has wrecked havoc in my life. I stand now with a blog that has no audience but I still publish to, sporadically I must add. But yet... I never deleted it and now I do not intend on doing so if only for the mere fact that we all have a story to tell and the story remains true regardless if one reads it or one thousand do. I have always contemplated in what direction to go, this way or that? but now I see it is not so much about deciding, actions are the ones that are needed here, one step ahead of the other. For so long I weighed my options; how to write, what to write, what prose to use, but now it is a mere necessity to do so and with that comes a great advantage. I am writing with a transparency I have not had before, the need for authenticity has increased in me over the years. I am sometimes somber, sometimes exuberant, sometimes random; a package within a package some would say. The need to write and share is stronger now and I cannot contain its power. I hope the audience will come and I hope someone out there will read this but now I know that sometimes we need to write for ourselves and the rest will follow.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Reading List: January - August 2014


Rosario's bookshelf: read

The Heavy: A Mother, A Daughter, A Diet--A Memoir
Lady Almina and the Real Downton Abbey: The Lost Legacy of Highclere Castle
Island of the Blue Dolphins
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
All My Friends Are Dead
Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
The 19th Wife
The Secret Rooms: A True Story of a Haunted Castle, a Plotting Duchess, and a Family Secret
No Longer a Slumdog: Bringing Hope to Children in Crisis
When God Whispers Loudly
The Angel's Game
Gifted Hands
The Madman's Daughter
Because They Hate
Edward and the Pirates
A Case of Redemption
Mad Women: The Other Side of Life on Madison Avenue in the '60s and Beyond
Fifty Shades of Grey

Rosario's favorite books »

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Because Flowers Are More Beautiful: A Short Story

Because Flowers Are More Beautiful

She stood in the middle of a dirt road, her long brunette hair swaying with the wind,  a child grasping her hand. The tin roofs of the houses surrounding her gave an eerie feeling of despair and that despair was evident in her eyes. She was standing still and looking straight ahead, the way one looks for something that was to come but never did. I stayed a little longer than I intended to, seeing how strands of her hair went over and away from her eyes, the way the child smiled at her, admiring the love that was evident between them. I was brought back to the task at hand by the sound of thunder and the feeling of chills down my back. I walked up to her and gave her my hand. At first she was resistant, asking who I was. I told her she had to leave, that I was there to take her and I could see in her eyes she understood the meaning of my words. She took my hand and walked with me. We walked to the north, leaving behind the poor sad village where I first saw her, walked and walked we went, resting little. The excitement of her child was evident but with her I could not tell what she felt or what she thought, her face a blank canvass. At last the change was apparent, where everything was dirt and the color of mud when we began our journey, now you could see bursts of color, and the sky turned from a gray color to the most beautiful blue; a dark blue mirroring the color of my eyes. We arrived at our destination at sunset. I walked her into a meadow full of flowers and the nice scent they bring with them filled the air, they were beautiful and bountiful, a garden was a few steps ahead of them. The scent of flowers mingled with the scents of the garden providing the most fragrant potpourri. They had never seen anything like it and the expression on her face gave way to a sigh of relief, the way one feels when we have been taken out of a dreadful fate and given mercy instead. Her eyes shone bright with the colors of the meadow and the flowers reflected on them. For a moment she had forgotten I was there or so I thought until at last she turned to me and asked why I had brought her there. I brought her so she could stay there I replied, at this she asked why. I couldn't help but feel contentment at the words I had been waiting to use, they rolled off my tongue as if I had rehearsed them a thousand times before but the truth was that there was no truer truth than this; at last I told her "Because flowers are more beautiful". I knew she understood completely what had transpired, seeing how her body gave way to a more relaxed pose. There was no need for more questions or answers after this. I turned and walked back from where I had come from, it was a far way home and I knew I shouldn't turn to look at her again for fear I might not want to leave, however, something drew me to it and I did, the desire stronger than my will.  I turned to see her and she also saw me, our eyes connecting simultaneously. There I saw I had done the right thing by seeing her again for what happened next took my breath away, for the first time since I had met her a smile formed on her lips. At that instant I knew I would carry that smile with me always just like the scent of flowers would always remind her of me.

-RD, 8/7/2014

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