On the walk to school, a big street dog used to rest next to a very old olive tree with a wide trunk.
One day we discovered a dog family nested inside the tree hollow.
Attracted by the lovely puppies, we went to admire them a little bit too close. What a mistake!
The dad made us aware of our trespassing by barking loudly. He looked like the great protector of his wife who was breastfeeding the babies.
The sweet little dog family and the strong male dog made me think about the grandeur of men, the men who dare to be the solid rock on which their wife can lean on when she feels vulnerable.
To these amazing men, I have two words: #thankyou
My children teach me something about myself every day.
Motherhood means a permanent struggle not to fall into the easy trap of guilt.
I am responsible for the way I parent my kids.
I am responsible for the choice I make to practice self-care because without it I cannot be the mum I want to be for them.
The pain I experienced made me sort of bullet proof to being laughed at, mocked, critized and so on. The pain felt like a wave of blood taking over my whole body. The only way out was to keep going, never give up, walk one foot in front of the other. This is how it made me stronger. Because I can still go forward even if I am freezing cold, even with tears running down my face or fingers pointed at me. I just do not care because it is sweeter than drowning in the ocean of blood than pain is to me.
He was treated me like a princess and seemed so charming. However something felt off when he shared he threw his phone on the floor because of his employees.
No judgement but responsibility and discernment. If I like calm and peaceful men, it belongs to me to identify the authenticity of someone behind the veil of seduction.
It is my responsibility to observe how he treats the waiter at a cafe, or animals and children. So we can really relate on a deep level, or not.
He was approaching half of his personal century. With teary eyes he confided in me that his regret was to not be married to a woman he was in love with. Indeed, he was living with a woman who was chosen by his parents for him.
However, he had been married to another woman before. She was a magnificent Italian woman. They separated but kept in touch and still see each other twice a year.
He told me that he had even more respect for her now. She was like a sister to him now.
What an amazing way to talk about an ex. What a beautiful illustration of the divine masculine.
Fennel is well known for its benefits on digestion. Moreover, fennel tops are amazing too. I used the stalks and fronds of a big fennel to make an anise green juice. For those of you who do eat raw, I found an article “Top 5 Ways to Use Fennel Stalks & Fronds” for more ways to use fennel tops.
I am so grateful to live in paradise.
I feel blessed.
As I am typing this, I can look at the window and take in the beauty of a big blue sky.
However something nasty crept in. Attachment. All of a sudden I got worried that I could lose this happiness.
Attachment to what I love made me unable to sleep at night and eventually unable to appreciate the present moment.
So I decided to work on letting go. I trust that the universe has good things in store for me, here or somewhere else.