nou, wen? p. 1

Posted: February 24, 2009 in Uncategorized

Solitude is necessary and beautiful. It is difficult to discipline, needing perserverance. In the solitude comes restoration and self. Soul is discovered and repared. Power in relinquished, only to be given out not acted upon. It is where the truth, “you are my beloved”, is spoken to me. Discovery, belief and deep peace await me…

(to be continued.)


It’s about so much more…

Posted: February 10, 2009 in Uncategorized

Dear friends,

Since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. (1 John 4 vs. 11, 12)

Poverty is not the reason I came here, it is Love. I try to throw out the agendas and the lists of what I can accomplish amongst “these” people. I am one of “these” that so many speak of. It is not a matter of coming from the outside in or moving from the inside out. It’s about loving all people that you share life with wherever you are. Each of us has our own form of poverty that needs to be identified. Spiritual, Physical, Economical, etc.

I am a part of The Simple Way because of its work through love to engage and empower people. Love is not about doing things for others; instead it gets things done with others. This is not as simple as it reads. It takes much time and energy to empower others. It takes endurance and trust to do things with and not for. A problem that reoccurs is identifying someone else’s need for them. It happens so naturally, but that way of thinking needs to be addressed within ourselves. Who are we to say what someone needs, when we don’t know them, love them, or live with them. A mother knows what a child needs. Are we pursuing deep relationships with those in need or are we giving handouts?

Neither one person nor a group of folks not affected by poverty can fix poverty; but the poverty stricken individuals themselves. The Holy Scriptures talk about the people Christ lived with. Jesus was with the poorest of the poor, the sick, the lame and those who were hated (including tax collectors). Living among those with visible needs helps me to see my own need for a Savior. My inner being needs to be restored. I choose and continue to choose to live in a poor neighborhood because the souls here are beautifully raw. Life is real and the need of the Divine is real. There are no facades, all walls are broken. I will continue to invest time and energy, so that I can call my ghetto my home.


an underground cathedral

Posted: February 5, 2009 in Uncategorized


dark wet restricted

crawling, squirming, trudging through

pursuit proved worthy

ghetto blasted

Posted: February 1, 2009 in Uncategorized

I have never experienced discrimination because of the color of my skin. However, due to my darker complection and coarse curly hair,  I am easily written off as being from Puerto Rico. I don’t know what it’s like to grow up surrounded by concrete and trash. What it means to really be from a broken home. How anyone can be so numb to love.

I am here because of love; because Love has remodeled my heart and my soul. My life is not usually easy and neither is anyone else’s.

I am starting to recognize some of the numbness. My heart is uneasy and my soul has been sliced and stabbed by the pain of homelessness, crime, sexism, and the need for love.

I can do nothing on my own.

my carpet ride

Posted: January 23, 2009 in Uncategorized

there goes my rug

from right under my feet

i’m but a squashed bug

laid out, from deceit

there goes my rug

an end to my venture

left with, empty hugs

no magic feature

Get a life…

Posted: January 5, 2009 in Uncategorized

“Brothers, what shall we do?” (Acts 2vs.37)


Peter answers the epic question.


With the decisions and functions of lives there are ripples in response. These ripples extend to the edges of the cosmos. Your life changes the cosmic currents.

Close Canadian

Posted: January 4, 2009 in Uncategorized

Small polygon view.

Snowflakes sifted from above.

Arrived; soon to be.