Latin America

It is common to hear in any circle the word crisis and their impact on the life of the country and to each person’s. Observing the behavior of markets, bags of values, salaries, etc., it is clear that there is no easy solution or short term, and in this context one day I found myself with a tree of Jacaranda (Jacaranda mimosifolia) who gave me a lesson applicable to these moments of social and personal crisis. In various countries of Latin America the jacarandas (jacarandas, trees or gualandayes) offers each year a gift to the places where they grow, with its beautiful flowers in violet tones, in addition to the medicinal uses of its leaves, that steamed them have antiseptic and antibacterial effect. The bark is astringent, though not in doses that support its industrial use (1). On this occasion, its growth pattern also gives us an example of how to deal with difficult times. On a Street South of the city of Mexico had a jacaranda as many trees (and as all being young human), growing up in conditions that had touched him. One day, when passing I noticed that jacaranda and another tree that stood beside him had been cut to its base.

Already some months have passed since that day, and recently I was able to see the jacaranda still has a few small shoots. As you can see on the picture, this scene made me move the current situation in that tree to any person individually, and this has inspired this article. How many times we have sought to achieve some goal, whether a business, a family loving and attached or a working position, to then discover that things were not as we had wished. How would an average person react? Doing a very simple calculation, it seems that the jacaranda photo has no more than ten years of life when it was cut by thus legitimately agree people who probably planted it. What would make a person who is dismissed from her job after ten years of? service? The term of a marriage to the ten years of marriage? The nature of this jacaranda is the sustain life, follow tillering, regardless how long has life or what he has done so far.

Everytime I find new shoots, tender, small, I see the momentum of this tree to live one more day, because perhaps this day will give you another hope and you can live or perhaps tomorrow. In any case, for her it’s worth all keep trying until all the forces that fit. In my psychotherapeutic practice I see how many people need this impulse to get out of a depression or loss of a loved one, and I hope that these brief lines help them continue to seek life options, one day, back to flourish. And what happened to the tree that was cut along with the jacaranda? He died several weeks ago (although also attempted to live), why the title of this article is for who until today is still looking to the sky without lose hope. (1) The Jacaranda tree thumbnail photo and some texts were extracted:. The outbreak of jacaranda photo taken by the author.

The Redskin

Therefore, when the great white Chief in Washington tells US that you plan to buy our lands it demands much of us. It says it will reserve us a place where we can live comfortably and that will be our father and we will convert us to their children. But is that possible? The great Spirit loves to your people and has abandoned his red children. He sent machines to help the white man in his work and builds to the big towns. It makes stronger your people from day to day. You soon inundareis the country as rivers that noisily by cliffs after an unexpected storm. My people is like an age regression but no return.

We are different races. Our children do not play together and our elders tell different stories. The great spirit is propitious to you and on the other hand, we are orphans. We have joy to feel these forests. Crystal clear water that runs through rivers and streams is not only water, but also the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must know that they are sacred and that each fleeting reflection in the clear water of the Lakes tells of experiences and events of my people. The murmur of the water is the voice of my ancestors. The rivers are our brothers who they quench our thirst.

They carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell our lands You must remember this and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers and, therefore, should be treated with sweetness, as he is a brother. The Redskin receded before the invading white man, always as early fog retreats in the mountains before the morning sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred, their graves are sacred ground, and therefore these hills, these trees, this part of the world is sacred for us.