Alberto Roman

I text message her: What can I do? An amazing beauty just appeared to me. I think of you and my soul shines...... She replies: Hmmmmm... what can you do? Love and embrace this amazing beauty! I can feel your soul shining as I sit here this beautiful, mysterious morning. I think of you and smile for my soul becomes filled with so much love. Thank you for being here on this planet at this time. I sit on the steps. Drink my coffee. This radiant quiet inside.......

She is Wild, fragrant and a Mystery. Like an Infinite Meadow of Mountain flowers, Outrageous blues, yellows, reds, and orange sway gently in the breeze. She is the Sutra of the Valley. She is the song of The Sparkling Stream. She is a Medicine Woman Dancing at the Edge of Time. There is honey. There is rain. There are a thousand butterflies and hummingbirds mantras She knows by Way of Her Heart so Deep. When she smiles there is another Sun giving life across Night and Day. She is wild, fragrant and a Sweetest melody.

I am so in love with Life right now. There is grace. There is clarity. There is possibility. I experience such states through an ongoing sense of frailty and vulnerability. I had an amazing experience last night. I went to a transformational workshop called the Heart Fire Meditation. During one part of the Work our Guide asked the couples involved to feel the "Third" present through our touching. By this point my partner, A, had her right palm on my heart sending me all the love within her to me and I had my right palm on her heart doing the same. We were gazing softly into each other's eyes breathing rhythmically together sending waves of Love, Compassion, Strength, Nurturance, Acceptance, and Peace to each other through one another. We were gently rocking back and forth. The loving reciprocity was palpable and we were both moved. Our eyes sparkled. Before I go on, let me say that there have been certain women I have made love with where I have bee

In a few weeks I will be going to Mexico. My 40 Year Old Sister, Maria is autistic. I am to transport her from the home she has known all her life in Mexico City to an Asylum in Costa Rica. I was 10 years old when Maria came into the world. She has these amazing blue eyes. Clear and Soft. I was so happy. My mom and I took her to a baptism in a small church in San Pedro, Costa Rica. She was named Maria del Milagro (Mary of the Miracle) because my mother had German measles during the pregnancy and Maria came through anyway. I loved holding her and rocking her in my arms About a year into her life we realized that she was partially deaf. I still see her sitting on the floor looking into space in a world of her own as if in Awe of something. Tests soon followed and she was diagnosed with Autism. At that time my Mom was living at an Inn with my brother and I. My dad had left the country and she fell apart. We were poor but somehow happy. My mom was very tender during that time.