I can’t believe that only less than a month ago my heart broke in million pieces.

What a journey. I certainly give thanks for the tools developed over time that allowed me to move through such intense time.

So now, from the other side i feel it is worth to do a little check in with myself.

Yes, i am passionate, and intense, and deep, just as gentle and loving, who can burn bright with me in my violet fire? Those who can’t, quickly burn off or shy away. And that’s ok. I rather have it that way

With gentlessness I dive directly into the heart of the disconfort, I address it and clear it and I move on. I want to save the time it takes to avoid it and use it for us to dwell in the sweetness of clarity.

My heart is open. My energy is clear, and I choose wisely how to engage with others, with respect and honor, and communication. In that way I resolve karma and limit opening new karmic cycles.

In deep prayer and meditation. With the fire of anger I commanded spirit to descend to my heart and fill me with love, and forgiveness.

Found that sweetness that can only come with the full feeling of completion that only God can deliver.

I saw myself growing into a better and bigger man. I touched the depths of my own being and was amazed by reaching so far into myself.

Sometimes, we need to reach to new depths of our being and emotions to plant the roots that will allow us to reach further and closer to the sun.

I glue all the pieces back, into a new shape, and fill the spaces in between with sweet compassion and love.

I feel renewed.

Re-connecting with my family and my star brothers and sisters in the forest brough so much joy into my life. I remembered who i was once again, and awaken to a new light of being and recognition of my own gifts and shadows. Embracing it. Loving it all. Feeling whole.

Felt my magnetism become heighten and more defined. From this heart centered space I can now receive more and offer more, to you, to spirit, To God.

Honoring more my relationship to each of the plethora of manifested versions of God. To each of your archetypes that continuously come into my life, i say thank you. I see you, I see your reflections, and i honor the alchemical mastery with which we have been created. Each of you reflect back the different shades of colors that make up my own being. I’m a rainbow of your love.

What a ride. Remembering my choices in action and emotion have attracted you into my life. And like my mom says: ‘I must be doing something right’ – if i am receiving such and amazing feedback in the form of your love.

We have a choice. I choose you, God, and all the qualities you embrace. I choose you tribe, and all the qualities you embrace. There is no separation.

Let’s remember that we are complete, spirit fill us if we let It in, all that we are, all that we can potentially can become is encoded in our divine fabric in our DNA. The wisdom lives in our heart. Let’s be it.

We deserve to be met in that space. It is written in the akashic. It is our Divine right. Let’s help each other always remember that.

‘I am the vessel continuously receiving and overflowing through and for you the nectar of god’s love.’

Happy life to me, with all of you in it. Happy life to you, with me in it.

Love just is. It is neither given nor taken; rather it is simply discovered and allowed. ~Ariel Spilsbury

For every single time you ever fell in love.
Whether or not it was obvious. Whether or not it lasted. And whether or not you were loved back.
It changed everything ~ (Author?)

Today I find solace in the words of the masters. Reaching my 29th birthday in a month it seems fit to take a plunge and dive once again into the depth of my being. This year, knowing that the more i live the less i know, i will try to speak my heart with the words of the masters.
Since i’m caught in the dance of my heart and mind. They speak such different languages it all sounds like gibberish at the moment…

They are both throbbing in discomfort. As I breath into it the inner knowing that there is nothing else to do, but to wait and trust the immense wisdom of spirit arises.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
It’s not my fault that with a broken heart, I’ve gone this way.

In front of a mirror they have put me like a parrot,
And behind the mirror the Teacher tells me what to say.

Whether I am perceived as a thorn or a rose, it’s
The Gardener who has fed and nourished me day to day.

O friends, don’t blame me for this broken heart;
Inside me there is a great jewel and it’s to the Jeweler’s shop I go.

Even though, to pious, drinking wine is a sin,
Don’t judge me; I use it as a bleach to wash the color of hypocrisy away.

All that laughing and weeping of lovers must be coming from some other place;
Here, all night I sing with my winecup and then moan for You all day.

If someone were to ask Hafiz, “Why do you spend all your time sitting in
The Winehouse door?,” to this man I would say, “From there, standing,
I can see both the Path and the Way.

Tonight I feel deeper. I command spirit to descend into that new found depth. To heal the tear. I feel my heart with God. Amidst the tears and the breaths, and the chatter and judgements in my mind… and the anger and the pain, and the gratitude and prayers, I use the fire to take new actions, set new patterns, I observe and take notes, and learn the lessons… and then, i let it all dissolve, and i give it back to the source.

‎Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments~Rumi

It is a choice to allow my heart to feel this vastness of emotions. And not for a moment I regret that choice. Even after every heart break.
It is also a practice, than if that heart is wounded, I choose to remain open. Indeed a difficult one.

The fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself ~Paulho Coelho

I remain trustful, hopeful, loving, courageous to feel love for others. I am also learning to LISTEN! to my intuition. {There is no convincing, there is no forcing, I’m either being seen, or not}

I’ve learn that if one heart is feeling something, the other one is also feeling it. So no way to try and hide it. It is already known. Let’s open dialog about it. Let’s share. Let’s be a support, if not to remain together, at least to learn from the experience, to honor our contracts with each other.
We owe each of our relationships at least that.

I encourage to share what you’ve been feeling with your love one. Even if its time to move on. There is no time…so grow some now.
Even if it is challenging and difficult, and awkward. The truth is… they already feel it.

I long to open up my heart
For my heart do my part.
My story was yesterday’s news
From rivals cannot keep apart.

On this holy night stay with me
Till the morning, do not depart.
On a night so dark as this,
My course, how can I chart?

O breath of life, help me tonight
That in the morn I make a start.
In my love for you, I will
My self and ego thwart.

Like Hafiz, being love smart;
I long to master that art.

and one chapter ends, and a new one begins. Trying not to step in the scattered pieces of my heart, glue in hand, trying to make sense of this love-red puzzle.

Only to the extent that man exposes himself over and over again to annihilation, can that which is indestructible arise within him

Unforgettable Chapter 21 from the Little Prince:

It was then that the fox appeared.

“Good morning,” said the fox.

“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”

“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”

“I am a fox,” the fox said.

“Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.”

“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”

“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

“What does that mean–’tame’?”

“You do not live here,” said the fox. “What is it that you are looking for?”

“I am looking for men,” said the little prince. “What does that mean–’tame’?”

“Men,” said the fox. “They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?”

“No,” said the little prince. “I am looking for friends. What does that mean–’tame’?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. It means to establish ties.”

“‘To establish ties’?”

“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .”

“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . .”

“It is possible,” said the fox. “On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.”

“Oh, but this is not on the Earth!” said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

“On another planet?”

“Yes.”

“Are there hunters on that planet?”

“No.”

“Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?”

“No.”

“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

“Please–tame me!” he said.

“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”

“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.

“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me–like that–in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . .”

The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”

“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.

“Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.”

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near–

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . .”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.” And then he added:

“Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

“You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.”

And the roses were very much embarrassed.

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox.

“Goodbye,” he said.

“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . .”

“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

I love you God. i love you me.
I love you friends, thank you for the support.

just by mistake stumble into this new combo of old ingredients that brought back a flavor i miss from growing up in Argentina, Dulce de Leche.

As much as i love that traditional dessert flavor, it is made of cow’s milk and sugar.

Today playing in the kitchen I channeled this recipe that remind me very much to the traditional flavor:

You’ll need:

8 oz of Hazelnut Mylk [essential]
8 oz of Almond Mylk
2 teaspoons of Cacao Powder
6 teaspoons of Lucuma Powder [essential]
1 teaspoon of Mucuna Powder [essential]
1 1/2 teaspoon of Mesquite Powder
1 teaspoon of honey
a pinch of nutmeg
a pinch of clove [essential]
a pinch of cardamon
Agave to taste, tho dulce de leche is really sweet…..

Blend everything in a high speed blender, with some ice if you like.

Hmm delish.

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Because in the midst of desolation will always be a child watching us hopeful, expecting something from us
And even in the midst of a storm, the sun will rise somewhere. And even the desert will grow a plant.
There will always be a bird that will sing to us, and a child that will smile to us and butterflies will lend us their beauty.

But if one day you see that I no longer continue, or smile, or I keep quite, come and give me a kiss, a hug, or show me a smile… that will be enough.
Surely life would have slapped me in the face and taken me by surprise for a second, but that gesture will bring me back into my way.
Never forget.

~ Author Unknown

My sweet mom sent me this in spanish from argentina, i had to translated, hope the message remained intact

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After a beautiful thanksgiving gathering, i was left with the desire to experience the magical combination of the holiday spices… cinnamon, nutmeg and such… but being this late, i chose not to make my traditional black tea chai, or even the hot cocoa version… so instead I made a non-caffeinated vanilla version… here are the deets:
(It is so simple, i feel funny about making it into a recipe, although the flavor is exquisite!)

warm up in a pot the following ingredients:
16oz of your favorite ‘mylk’ (I chose 1/2 hazelnut and 1/2 almond mylk)
1 tea spoon of cinnamon
1 tea spoon of coconut oil for added silkiness
1/2 tea spoon of vanilla powder or vanilla essence.
1/2 tea spoon of cardamon
1/2 tea spoon of nutmeg
1 drop of lime essential oil from doTERRA
1 drop of ginger essential oil from doTERRA
a tiny bit of lemon peel just for added aroma experience.
a touch of black pepper

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Ok… you gotta wake up, and you don’t do coffee? Well, this is my favorite choice.

Ingredients:

Tea:
1 1/2 tablespoon of Green Matcha Powder
2 tablespoons of agave nectar or honey [i like it sweet... matcha is bitter!]
1 teaspoon of Cacao Butter
1 drop of cinnamon essential oil from doTERRA
8/16oz of water

Raw Vegan Vanilla Milk [makes 32oz]
2 tablespoons of hemp seeds
1 tablespoon of raw almonds [soaked overnight and pealed]
1 tablespoon of fresh coconut meat, or coconut butter, or coconut oil.
1/2 teaspoon of vanilla powder, or extract
32 oz of filtered water

Prep:
Make the milk first, just add all the ingredients to a blender, and blend at high speed. You will only need 8oz to make the creamiest cup of matcha… you can save the rest in the fridge to use in other recipes.

Tea:
Add the matcha powder and the agave into a cup and blend. If you do this first, you won’t need a whisk, the agave and the matcha powder will blend perfectly. Once smooth, add the cacao butter, the cinnamon oil, the hot water, and the milk.

Super wake up yum!.