Every breath it [my body] takes, my lungs that work to provide the most elementary of need for survival, Oxygen; that I don’t have to think about it, I need no reminders, thankfully because otherwise I’d be in a lot of trouble :-), it happens effortlessly, in the background, while I go about my day.

It would add a more profound enjoyment beyond the pleasurable sense of taste, and the awareness of nurturing my body. It would make the experience more than just physical.

Slowing down so that I can be respectful, understanding, and accepting of their needs instead of viewing them from the point the point of view of how they can satisfy mine.

My abuelita (grandmother) Margarita who spend most of her life taking care of her 14 children, and if that we’rent enough, her immediate community offering every neighbor who stopped by to talk, a place to come in and be fed with her delicious food. Giving was not a thought process, an intention, it was her nature.

I don’t always do; but I know I’m capable of doing so. My goal is to do it more often; until I reach the point where I do it more often then not.

The constant “to do list” running through my mind.

Patience.

Nature offers me a quiet space that allows me to see the light coming in through the trees, follow its path up to the infinite sky that surrounds and embraces me, hear the sounds of the flowing water, birds singing, creatures moving within the tress, and the rhythmic crunch of the leaves.underneath my feet. Nature is my wake up call to stop and just be.