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“Intentional self-reflection is a continuous-improvement practice of asking yourself: Am I still thinking? Still aware of myself, knowing myself, discovering myself? Still learning? Still teaching? Still impacting lives? Still adding value to humanity? Still contributing to knowledge and growing? It’s an ongoing process for sustained growth and self-discovery.”

“Intentionally or involuntarily, your earthly and spiritual fathers will lead you the perfect Father. You might not recognize it, but even when they fail, they create the perfect scenario for you to run into your Heavenly Daddy’s arms. When they reject you, He will receive you. When they fail at meeting you, He will open up His schedule. When they miscommunicate with you, He will share His heart of love for you and, His heart of love for them.”

“Intentions are a lot like seeds. You shove them into the ground, and every once in awhile, you water them. Largely, the seed does most of the work on its own. If, on one hand, you were digging the seed up several times a day to see what progress was being made, the seed would not take purchase in the soil. On the other hand, if you completely ignored it, giving no water or nourishment to the soil, the seed might not thrive.”

“Intentions born from our Self possess a natural flow and spaciousness, unfettered by the urgency and strain that can arise from parts weighed down by burdens. These Self-sourced intentions often emerge when we embody Self energy, experiencing an openness and vibrant fullness within our hearts. Such intentions are fluid and unbound, free from attachment to rigid, measurable goals. Instead, they invite a co-creative dance with the universe itself, emphasizing compassion, rather than fixating on tangible outcomes.”

“Intento mantener ocupada mi mente, porque si me quedo callado rescato tu nombre. Nos rescato a nosotros, todo lo nuestro, también lo que no tuvimos, lo que acabamos perdiendo. La poesía es un búnker que me salva de un mundo desolado sin ti. Es cierto, no obstante, que a veces las bombas me estallan dentro y entonces salvarme no es tan fácil. Tomo aire, contengo la respiración un rato, compruebo que sigo vivo, que hay daño pero no el suficiente. Luego vendo mis heridas, me lame la soledad la ausencia, recuerdo que he caído tantas veces como he terminado olvidando. El amor no mata nunca del todo, solo deja moribundas las ganas, te deja una resaca que dura lo que tardes en beber de otra boca. Beber como si tratases de secar de un trago los océanos del planeta. Yo aún soy alcohólico de lo tuyo, eso explica por qué, cuando el mundo gira, tengo la extraña sensación de que lo hace para que nos encontremos. Para que nos choquemos un día, de frente, desnudos, con las manos abiertas y reconociendo que vivir es una guerra si nadie te está buscando.”

“Interacting with other people does not come naturally to me; it is a strain and requires effort, and since it does not come naturally I feel like I am not really myself when I make that effort. I feel fairly comfortable with my family, but even with them I sometimes feel the strain of not being alone.”