#wanderlove

Wander Love! 

For me, getting sick is something terrible, I hate being in bed, I just can't tolerate feel weak, but on the other hand I think that when the disease comes it is because our body wants to tell us something ... a kind of brake! HEY YOU, STOP! (It also includes a: say it, or act, or quit that habit, or just rest) in my case, it is almost always nose and throat and according to teachers Louise Hay (You Can Heal Your Life-1984) and Lise Bourbeau ( Listen To Your Body-1987) is simply everything that I usually keep quiet about and don't say, in addition to being an obsessive workforce and a perfectionist.

I usually avoid crying knowing that I am a sensitive woman, I usually pretend to be strong in order to be strong towards others and that is not healthy, that is why in these days that I have suffered from a cold I have given myself the opportunity to be a cocoon and listen my own needs, to cry for me, to feel for me and above all, to feel the art of being vulnerable, of being human.

I asked myself: Zury, since when have you not given yourself that chance to be sick and take care of yourself? or why is it bad to be sick? Let's put aside the current situation of COVID 19 (where if you sneeze they already turn you to look ugly because it is a possible case of contagion) since before it happened to me, because every time my dad knows I am sick, he scolds me and holds me responsible for contracting it.

Sometimes I miss mom and her chicken soups or home remedies (luckily I learned them and now I prepare them myself) But nothing like that pampering that makes you feel much better ... now I have no choice but to do it for me.

Love heals ... self love too but if you can work your emotions before catching the cold ... much better!

(πάντα ρεκαὶ οὐδὲν μένει) Greek phrase that we can translate as “everything flows, nothing remains”. This expression was coined by the philosopher Heraclitus of Ephesus.

Heraclitus said that no one can enter the same river twice, because the river always changes, since the waters are in continuous movement, and he who entered the river once cannot escape the law of change, and, therefore, It will not be the same when I return.

"Potamois tois autois embainomen te kai ouk embainomen, eimen te kai ouk eimen" (Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε ενον.

[“We walk and we don't walk in the same rivers. We are and we are not ”or“ No man ever walks in the same river twice, because he is not the same river and he is not the same man ”.]

Si…We change every time we go a little further along the road and try something different. Some ideas are reinforced, others are lost, and new ones appear.

Everything flows, everything changes, everything becomes.

Thanks sweet D.

GO N FIND YOUR #granmotherwillow

I do not know in other countries ... but in Mexico, a decade ago it was trending to say the phrase: "get a forest and get lost" said by preppy millennials 🤭Which I wanted to express kinda :•go away and vanish yourself •

Now I found it funny, cuz at this stage of my life that I just started this awakening of consciousness and recognition of the sovereignty of being, every time a crisis arrives me I used to run to the awareness tools and resources kit to find out what is wrong with me and how I will treat or alleviate it.

And I confess that last Monday, the pain invaded me when I faced a farewell again (who knows me knows that I suffer farewell... but I'm still working on detachment 😂) Well that morning in short, I got up to my morning walk believing that I could reactivate my 4 masters (endorphin, serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin) and I jumped into the park! Everything felt good, as I was walking and browsing the weekly discovery playlist, a song appeared that disarmed me. That song was talking about letting someone go and that everything would pass. But that made me go back to the most painful event of my life ... the departure and loss of my mom, it was as if she sang that song to me while she said goodbye. Then I edged out of the running track and took a shortcut trying to catch my breath and pretending to be doing stretching movements while my face clung to my knees and the tears came out ... they were uncontrollable (and even though I know it's good ... I still hate it because makes me feel vulnerable and naked) after the grief I looked for privacy in a corridor of trees and with the lump in my throat I ran to one and with open arms I threw myself at him melting into a hug ... it was heartbreaking, I had not cried that way since hours before the funeral. The truth is that I felt the embrace of the tree as a sensible human embraces with compassion. After crying came consolation and a feeling of relief, suddenly sorrow invaded me 🙈 I was not sorry that someone had seen me, my sorrow was with the tree, because I did not ask for permission, I was only able to thank them.

From that moment something grew between us and I come to visit him or them… as u can see the three has two logs… (grandpas/ ancestors)