Each dawn of my life Galen, on that path of losing fears, uncertainties, absences, emptiness, and dissatisfaction that swarmed in every corner has allowed me to go out to a beautiful Garden and marvel at the blossoming of a very beautiful plant/soul in my eyes; it has been a long road of care, of cleaning and clearing the ground of past and present things that contaminated my healthy growth.

It has been a loving and committed cultivation of gifts, talents, and virtues that were already in their essence and that I just had to oxygenate and let them shine with their own light... So are my good days today to be able to respond to this weekend commitment #139.

I practice, and discipline, what I preach as a woman and professional. I have lost my way, several times. And every time that happens to me, I find myself, again. One of my ways home, always, is my body. He doesn't know how to lie, he doesn't accept that I put him off, and he anchors me to my inner truth. It allows me to listen to my inner voice and guides me ... It (my body) is the one I ask for forgiveness from when my will breaks and I transgress any of its healthy habits.

The duels that I have gone through, and the COVID, have challenged my body resoundingly

I have been able to see my pains, my losses, and my dehydrated soul devoid of containment and love after 3 acute pains during the COVID: Pleurisy, gums, and eyes... in addition to all the other ailments that aggravated these three. Out of 28 days: 11 were very intense, 5 were very acute, 4 of uncertain, and 8 were annoying and uncomfortable. 3 terrible nights, in 1 of them I gave up and did an "audit of my life", of course, the mysterious spiritual universe and my connection with my mother comforted me.

This experience allowed me to see what I am made of, to anchor myself in the present, and to challenge myself to use all my resources: physical, emotional, spiritual, and psychological in conjunction with the medical, in the re- signification of every day.

How is my recovery going?

I learned to think a little differently and therefore to react differently to uncomfortable situations that hurt and stressed me to learn to value myself, to pamper myself, to love myself, to comfort myself, to listen to myself, to grow and to mature.

I lower the intensity when I want to clarify or solve something, time is the best ally for that. Today I surrender to contemplate what I am, I honor my growth and maturity, and I am grateful for the mission of life that I have because it is the temple of my being, my dwelling, my refuge, and my support. I recognize that my body is not the strongest, it gets sick and is affected in an important way, but it is noble, with the minimum care I give it, it responds. I told myself a thousand times this phrase: "Beloved body, thank you for keeping me present in me".

He did not let me wander away with my mind, he did not want me to wander with sterile thoughts, he did not allow me to "entertain myself for too long", he only wanted me to attend to him, to let him work and to save my vital energy to the maximum. Of course, I cried a lot... and I understood that crying does not hurt, but the suffering of loneliness, isolation, lack of comfort, and containment of our loved ones.

I believe in what I do. Therefore, much of me has died on the way to growth, and many other things have been born with the shock of when everything coming at once. I look at myself in the mirror, and my gaze goes far beyond my eyes and the traces of the years on my skin.

I recognize I can find myself and now and then I see myself renewing the meaning of my life, often with great crises, cataclysms, and abrupt changes... and when that happens I ask for clarity and good fortune to go through those portals.