Whenever I buy cilantro, parsley, dill or mint, I have a special ritual to keep these aromatic herbs fresh. I rinse them under the tap, I cut the stem for half an inch and put them straight into a little glass of water. They stay fresh in the fridge for about two or three days.
“I liked the Montpellier project” says one of my friends while I move to Tunisia, after planning to go to Portugal then Montpellier.
We do not share the exact same life: how can I follow the directions of someone who does not go to the place I go? May we stay on our own track my friend, my sister. In faith and confidence in our abilities. Blessings sister.
Why complaint about waiting in line at the supermarket while we spent hours waiting in any amusement park? Life is so precious my friend, my sister. I choose gratitude. To wait for something is a privilege. To wait means I am still alive.
Chia seeds are the secret for a glowing skin and clean intestines. Very rich in vitamin E and omega 3, these amazing tiny seeds will grow 8 eight times their size in any liquid.
My vegan salad dressing is easy peasy:
2 tablespoons of chia seeds in half a cup of water
olive oil and apple cider vinegar
celtic sea salt.
If you fancy some garlic, feel free to add some. You can also enhance this salad dressing with nutritional yeast for the vitamins B and even some crunchy mulberries. Enjoy!
I feel the sky is falling on my head. My son was so happy for us to move to Tunisia. However, he recently changed his mind. He confided in me that he was afraid of losing his little world and his friends. I understand. I choose to reflect his emotions, to dive deep into them with him and to support him during this important life transition.
May we practice self-care, especially as mothers, so that our children do not have to take care of us instead of living their lives. It is my wish that my children live their adult life free and happy. I take exquisite care of myself so that when I am old I am satisfied with my life and happy, not a burden for them.
These are the hands of my dear grand-mother, who is almost 100 years old. She has never been a burden, yet she lived most of her life alone. I love her so much. She is my hero.
As a woman suddenly screamed in the bus, I was reminded of my dear mother. She was imprevisible. She could remove her love and support in a second. I spent my whole childhood walking on egg shells, wondering what I did wrong.
I am still working on overcoming fear of lack. It happens every day. For instance, I can spot how disproportionate my reaction can be and then make amends, start over, heal myself.