Accepting what we are

Today we are going to share, my dear seeds, today we are going to share a true story, like all of them!

Once upon a time, very close to the Rose des Pyrénées, in the Pyrenees, there was a group of crows. You know that crows are black, their feathers are so black that they seem to shine blue, that they are beautiful, but they are crows. That group had a crow who was very vain, and he fought with his partner, and said:

- You are ugly, you are like all crows, black and ugly, even your singing is ugly.

And his partner was ashamed, and said: - I am how I was born.

And he said: - Good that you are happy! I am not.

So the crow, as they always fly very high, they are birds that live up to 50 years, very long-lived, and they fly very high, very high. He went for a walk, not far from there, there was a beautiful park, where it was full of peacocks, so beautiful. And you know that when the peacock wants to court its peacock, it opens its tail like a fan, of all colors! It looks prettier than a rainbow. Then he walks around his lady, around, turns around, turns around, and starts singing.

The raven watched and said: - “I know! I'm going to be a peacock, because everyone is in love with them and everyone admires them. "

So what he did, he went behind the peacocks and was picking up the leaves that fell off them. He piled up a good package and stuck it all over his plumage, tightly attached and then he began to open his tail and of course those feathers opened, and he was proud! And he went and appeared at the court of the peacocks. And there he became the pimp, the conceited one because he said now I do have prestige.

Then in court they were so well that he began to walk, to walk and to do the smug cockerel, the peacocks, they looked at him and began to laugh, then the crow said: that's it, they have accepted me because I am like them, of course, I was already sure that they would also be jealous of me.

The peacock, the oldest one, looked at the others and said:

- Have you seen that ridiculous crow, is he scary, he's overshadowing us and he imitates us, you know what? We agree, do we?

And they all said: - Yes.

They started to bite the crow and tore all the feathers from it and said:

These raven feathers do not belong to you, you have taken over something that is not yours, that's why we take them off, leave them where they are. And you are so ridiculous and so ugly that you annoy our court, we don't want you from here. Your behavior is not honest, they started to sting him, to sting him and he had to go very far.

I am hurt, I am unwell. I don't want to go back to the other crows. But of course he was hungry, and he said "I'm sure I'll always have my house" and went to his nest with the other crows. But when the other crows saw him, seeing that he had put on a comedy, the one he had humiliated and who he had told "what an ugly crow you are" approached him and said:

- What are you looking for if you have rejected us, you have said that you did not want to live with us, that we were ugly, and now you come?"

Then all the crows agreed and began to sting him, to sting him and he had to go. And he said: “you go and look for your place until you find what you want to be, what you want to look for and where you are happy. Never, never, must we deny who we are. Then the raven lowered its head and left.

My dear seeds, my beautiful stars! You have come to see that river of gold, those castles, history, yes I really tell you, nature has given us what we deserve, the body, the beauty, the hair. , hairless. Our arms, our eyes, our gaze, our place. Be grateful to this nature that thanks to it we can laugh, sing, dance. Thanks to it we can see what is around us, be it a fountain, be it a river, be it a mountain, be it some flowers.

Let's be happy with what we have and who we are. If we can be better? Yes of course? If we can find it? Yes of course! But always with that humility, that generosity and wishing that our dreams come true.

I wanted to finish the story of the white lady if you allow my seeds. There is a lady who went to visit Puilaurence and there was the king's daughter who is called the white lady. She was in love with a commoner, she was beautiful, beautiful. The commoner loved her, he loved her, but the father never accepted that this marriage should be made. So she preferred to remain a virgin than to marry an old, rich, powerful man. She had her maid and her maid was her faithful friend, her faithful squire, the one who always laughed with her, cried with her and said: "My princess, I want you to be happy" and then, she approached the highest window of the castle and threw himself.

That friend was a sister, and when she threw herself she became that white lady that everyone who goes to visit her sees her, because she appears. But that sacrifice was worth that the white lady could be happy, with the man she loved, with the prince she loved. That was your story, Knight Templar, friend of Jack de Moliere, that's why that bundle came out of you. Because you are already at peace with yourself and in the light.

It is a story that ends well, that ends well, that ends well because love always triumphs because goodness always reigns. And because great souls will always go to the light, because that's where they come from.

With all my love,

your Jardinera.