I have toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a long time, but I often wondered who would be interested in listening to what I have to say? I am, by nature, a communicator. It is what I do. It is in my veins. I learn, I absorb, I educate, I influence. At times, the urge to communicate is stronger than food as it is what really feeds my soul.

The pen name I use, Gavriel, was chosen for that very reason. Not to get too much into religion here, the Archangel Gabriel was the announcer, the messenger, the artist. You may wonder why I have chosen not to use my own name. It is not that I am afraid of what other people might think. I could care less. However, I want to protect the innocent, and by default the guilty, albeit not necessarily by choice.

So what is it that I want to share, you may ponder. Well…my opinion about everything: religion, raising children, being gay, not being gay, being Hispanic, not being Hispanic, justice, injustice, science, science fiction, love, unrequited love, education, ignorance, literature, art, cooking (I love cooking), food, politics, philosophy. I do not pretend to know everything, but at least I have an opinion on the subject. There is no subject that may be off limits…much to the chagrin of my dear relatives.

Sometimes I may get too deep into a subject I feel passionate about, but that is how I am. I am passionate about my friends, my family, my work, and the world around me. My muses play tricks on me, as they do with every aware human being I suppose, and the best idea for an essay will hit me at the most inconvenient time…and I have no paper and pen to write on. Wonder what happens with those thoughts? Thoughts are ethereal and organic. I have often wondered if the thought I just lost was caught by someone else by osmosis.

As Khalil Gibran said: “All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.” The important thing is to collect as many crumbs as possible and have a feast. That is what I intend to do. Of that, you can Rest Assured.