Sunday, February 24, 2013
FAITH - FE
Our Lady of Guadalupe (Spanish: Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe), also known as the Virgin of Guadalupe (Spanish: Virgen de Guadalupe) is a celebrated Roman Catholic icon of the Virgin Mary.
Two accounts, published in the 1640s, one in Spanish, one in Nahuatl, tell how, while walking from his village to Mexico City in the early morning of December 9, 1531 (then the Feast of the Immaculate Conception in the Spanish Empire), the peasant Juan Diego saw on the slopes of the Hill of Tepeyac a vision of a girl of fifteen or sixteen years of age, surrounded by light. Speaking to him in Nahuatl, the local language, she asked that a church be built at that site, in her honor; from her words, Juan Diego recognized the Lady as the Virgin Mary. Diego told his story to the Spanish Archbishop, Fray Juan de Zumárraga, who instructed him to return to Tepeyac Hill, and ask the lady for a miraculous sign to prove her identity.The first sign was the Virgin healing Juan's uncle.
The Virgin told Juan Diego to gather flowers from the top of Tepeyac Hill. Although December was very late in the growing season for flowers to bloom, Juan Diego found at the usually barren hilltop Castilian roses, not native to Mexico, which the Virgin arranged in his peasant tilma cloak. When Juan Diego opened the cloak before Bishop Zumárraga on December 12, the flowers fell to the floor, and in their place was the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe, miraculously imprinted on the fabric.
Two accounts, published in the 1640s, one in Spanish, one in Nahuatl, tell how, while walking from his village to Mexico City in the early morning of December 9, 1531 (then the Feast of the Immaculate Conception in the Spanish Empire), the peasant Juan Diego saw on the slopes of the Hill of Tepeyac a vision of a girl of fifteen or sixteen years of age, surrounded by light. Speaking to him in Nahuatl, the local language, she asked that a church be built at that site, in her honor; from her words, Juan Diego recognized the Lady as the Virgin Mary. Diego told his story to the Spanish Archbishop, Fray Juan de Zumárraga, who instructed him to return to Tepeyac Hill, and ask the lady for a miraculous sign to prove her identity.The first sign was the Virgin healing Juan's uncle.
The Virgin told Juan Diego to gather flowers from the top of Tepeyac Hill. Although December was very late in the growing season for flowers to bloom, Juan Diego found at the usually barren hilltop Castilian roses, not native to Mexico, which the Virgin arranged in his peasant tilma cloak. When Juan Diego opened the cloak before Bishop Zumárraga on December 12, the flowers fell to the floor, and in their place was the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe, miraculously imprinted on the fabric.
Madre mia-aqui estas-en mi altar. Te venero, te adoro y te amo.
Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe, conocida tambien como la Guadalupana, La Virgen de Guadalupe es un icono de la Virgen Maria celebrada por la Iglesia Catolica Romana.
Hay dos registros publicados en 1640. Una en idioma Español y otro en dialecto Náhuatl que cuentan como en un pueblo de México un 9 de diciembre de 1531 mientras que el indígena Juan Diego caminaba hacia la ciudad de México, muy temprano en la mañana vio en las faldas del Tepeyac a una niña de aproximadamente 15 años de edad. La niña estaba rodeada de luz, y le hablaba a él en náhuatl, el idioma local. Le pidió que la iglesia construyera en ese lugar y en su honor una iglesia. Dicho en sus propias palabras Juan Diego la reconoció como a la virgen María. Diego le conto lo sucedido al Arzobispo, Fraile Juan de Zumárraga, quien ordeno a Juan Diego regresar al Tepeyac a pedirle a la señora por una señal, un milagro que probara su identidad. La primera señal que la virgen le dio a Juan fue la salud de uno de sus tíos.
La virgen instruyo a Juan Diego buscara flores de la cima del Tepeyac aun cuando diciembre no es tiempo de flores en el monte. Juan Diego encontró Rosas de Castilla que no florecen en tierras áridas y no son flores nativas de México. Juan Diego recogió las rosas en su ayate y las llevo delante del Arzobispo. Cuando Juan Diego abre su ayate delante del arzobispo para entregar las rosas, las no estaban y en su lugar estaba la imagen de la virgen impresa en la tela de su ayate.
http://www.virgendeguadalupe.org.mx/oraciones/Ros_1.htm
Please visit this site - Pray the Rosary
Please visit this site - Pray the Rosary
Saturday, February 23, 2013
About this page..
This page, as everything I do, for the past eleven years is dedicated to Miguel. Miguel modeled the person I am today; he planted the seed. With the years, I have added and learned behaviors here and there. I have adapted myself to different settings, different people, and mostly, to different events of life. My life simple or complicated keeps "his essence". People who knew him and know me say to me: You act just like your dad!
I remember him everyday of my life. And today, here I go... blogging for the very first time!
Here! To my dad!! Post #1!
Dad. I know you are with me. I feel you. Your love still brushes my spirit and your words still eco in my mind. Thank papito, you made a "special rosa" out of a simple human being. You once told me I was your ROSITA, like the rose on that old book. Thank you papi. That idea has made me feel so precious and unique... any time I have the need to cheer myself up, I think of it. What a gift you gave me. You know dad?... YOU ARE MY LITTLE PRINCE just like the one ... on that old book!
Love you papi,
Your daughter.
Rosa
Lo recuerdo todos los dias. Y hoy, otra vez...escribiendo un blog por primera vez. A ti, para mi padre mi blog numero uno!!
Papa. Se que sigues conmigo. Te siento. Tu amor aun consuela mi espiritu y tus palabras todavia hacen eco en mi mente. Gracias papito por hacerme esa "rosa especial" aun cuando soy un ser humano comun. Una vez dijiste que era tu Rosita, como aqulla de aquel viejo cuento. Gracias papi. Esa idea me hace sentir apreciada y unica... cada vez que necesito animarme, pienso en eso. Que hermoso regalo me diste. Y sabes papi? .. TU ERES MI PRINCIPITO justo como aquel... de aquel viejo libro! Te amo papa.
Tu hija.
I remember him everyday of my life. And today, here I go... blogging for the very first time!
Here! To my dad!! Post #1!
Dad. I know you are with me. I feel you. Your love still brushes my spirit and your words still eco in my mind. Thank papito, you made a "special rosa" out of a simple human being. You once told me I was your ROSITA, like the rose on that old book. Thank you papi. That idea has made me feel so precious and unique... any time I have the need to cheer myself up, I think of it. What a gift you gave me. You know dad?... YOU ARE MY LITTLE PRINCE just like the one ... on that old book!
Love you papi,
Your daughter.
Rosa
The Little Prince - El Principito by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Esta pagina, como todo lo que hago, por los ultimos once anos esta dedicada a Miguel. Miguel modelo a la persona que soy hoy; el planto la semilla. Con los anos, yo he agregado y aprendido formas de ser aqui y de ser alla. Me he adaptado a diferentes ambientes, personas diferentes, y mas que todo, a los diferentes eventos de la vida. Mi vida simple o complicada mantiene "su esencia". Las personas que le conocieron y que tambien me conocen dicen: Tienes todos los modos de tu papa.
Papa. Se que sigues conmigo. Te siento. Tu amor aun consuela mi espiritu y tus palabras todavia hacen eco en mi mente. Gracias papito por hacerme esa "rosa especial" aun cuando soy un ser humano comun. Una vez dijiste que era tu Rosita, como aqulla de aquel viejo cuento. Gracias papi. Esa idea me hace sentir apreciada y unica... cada vez que necesito animarme, pienso en eso. Que hermoso regalo me diste. Y sabes papi? .. TU ERES MI PRINCIPITO justo como aquel... de aquel viejo libro! Te amo papa.
Tu hija.
Rosa
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