Tag Archives: Island of the Enchantment

New Memories of the Little Girl

As we both felt the salty and powerful gust kiss our lips, she let go of my hand to peacefully and strongly stand at the edge of the high cliff that faces the ocean. Continue reading

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A New Island of Enchantment

As Puerto Ricans, we have been gifted with the legacy our ancestors, the Indian Taínos had left us. They honored this land, considering it a paradise until the Spaniards discovered it. Continue reading

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La Navidad Boricua

As the cold air rhythmically travels with the falling leaves whose dyed petals are descending into a carpet of colored foliage, a distant wave of snow is tenderly sprinkling the woodlands of the United States. The brisk breeze and shorter … Continue reading

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The Gift of the Taínos

When we discover our authenticity, and honor the roots of our origin, we become enlightened Boricuas (Taíno name for Puerto Ricans). Through this awareness, we learn to perceive our world as a magical place, teaching us the Taínos that happiness is a journey to the heart. Continue reading

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Searching for my Soul’s Name

Asking my inner self for my soul’s name, I heard through the crispy wind of autumn, “seek for it in Puerto Rico.” Continue reading

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Manifesting with the Moon

Crowned by a feminine aura, the moon is considered a powerful goddess with the potential to bring magic into your life by manifesting your desires. Continue reading

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Walking in the Clouds

Finding myself in the Dwarf Forest, I contemplated the fog moving in as a pearly white gauze. In this mystifying land of stunted trees and hazy climate, the woodland seems to establish communication with a universal intelligence. Continue reading

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