24/07/2016

This story was told me when I was still a child. You know how much kids love stories, don't you? Even if it might not make any sense to you I will share it here because I see myself in it.

There was a woman that every time she cooked, opened a little wooden box to take off some condiments to temper the food she was doing. A young girl saw the woman doing this for several years (don't remember whether the woman was her mother or her grandmother, yet that is irrelevant). The food was always so delicious... Till one day the woman passed away.

The little girl, now a woman, had always seen the other woman cooking, so it wouldn't be a hard task. After some meals she noticed that the food was good, but not as good as that she usually ate before the woman's death. Suddenly, she remembered that she didn't put the condiments of the wooden box. Curious, decided to see what that little box had inside of it that made such good meals.

After opening the little box, she was surprised: it was empty; totally empty! Perhaps she ended up with the special condiment, she thought. But the truth was that she had never seen this condiment; its texture, its colour... she knew nothing.

Dear reader, the wooden box was always empty; the condiment she had always tempered her food was love. She loved to take care of her family... so, to cook was a real passion.

Yes, it seems bogus; a "fake fairy tale", but it's true. Love is a condiment. A few years back, I read a book. A woman had a servant and every time she had guests, they used to feel sick. The servant was an excellent cook, but she didn't like to cook for the woman's guests, because she always arrived home later than she wanted. When the woman discovered (the servant was complaining herself  in the kitchen...) she began to cook for her guests and they never felt sick again. I know how silly this might seem... Unbelievably crazy, but everything we do with love taste different; it has a better taste! And other people feel it too. Some people feel bad all of a sudden and aren't able to explain why; others feel incredibly good and can't also explain why they feel like that. Energies, remember? We are energy, we send energy in everything we do and speak. Love is also energy and the main condiment of life. It has the power to heal and, its lack, the power to make you sick... Believe me, I know. I saw, I see, I feel!

So, the main question here is... Are you able to feel my energy through my words?