This life is a restaurant, and ...

No one leaves here without paying, everyone gives what they have in their heart, it also happens that sometimes you harvest well, and the harvest is stolen.

I am a very privileged woman. I know. I appreciate it. I embrace every second of this existence that fills me with fullness.

The one that I built and continue to build with intuition and passion every day, and never with control or planning.

Rather I do it from the contemplation of everything that surrounds me, this is my true meditation.

To feel fulfilled at the age of a few decades and with the certainty and strength to continue in this life is an authentic gift from God.

This is my reflection for today and what I wish for all human beings.

A life where I always provoke you to get up because there is a lot to do and everything excites you. Where you appreciate the trifles. The aroma of coffee. The light that gives texture to the home. The bushes in my garden that are blooming. A hug. The fireflies in my children's eyes when we see each other. The letters they send me that I read as an impartial.

The nights cuddled, my husband and me. The wandering of Mitzi, my beautiful cat, who is always grooming the house.

Last night, it rained hard in my city, delighting me and taking me to those corners of my mind that are sometimes unknown to many of us. I got up at 4:AM, I saw the water on all the leaves of my flower plantings and I got a joy of planting in my garden, in the backyard of my house.

My contemplative emotion was so great that I wanted to write and share with you hivings folks, about the simplicity of my day to day when I drink my first cup of coffee one before and one after breakfast, then that cup of coffee accompanies me, while I shower, and almost always next to my dressing table is the cell phone in case some of my children call me to say good morning.

The last cup of coffee of the day, is the one I ride in my truck to go to work and there she spends the whole day petrified, anxious to get home, already in the late evening.

Life is generous.

The life I have is not only a blessing, it is love for the great creation, I am always grateful for two gifts every morning and those are my eyes to contemplate my present.

That's why in the end it's better to cultivate my physical and mental strengths, because it's easier to help those who help themselves.

The guarantee of an old age is to be prepared, and I give myself that as much as possible. Old age is mental.

I will do everything in my power, my head, my soul and my strength to keep telling the stories, the ones that embrace my life, that move me, that stimulate me to keep writing on Hive.

Janitze.