“Entrei numa loja e vi um senhor no balcão. Maravilhado com a beleza da loja, perguntei:
- Senhor, o que vendes aqui?
- Todos os dons de Deus. - ele respondeu 
- E custa muito? - voltei a perguntar.
- Não custa nada; aqui tudo é de graça. 
Contemplei a loja e vi que haviam jarros de amor, vidros de fé, pacotes de esperança, caixinha de salvação, muita sabedoria, saúde, fardos de perdão, pacotes grandes de paz, e muitos outros dons de Deus.
- Por favor, quero o maior jarro do amor de Deus, todos os fardos de perdão, um vidro grande de fé, muita saúde, esperança, bastante felicidade e salvação eterna para mim e toda a minha família.
Então o senhor preparou tudo e entregou-me um pequenino embrulho que cabia na palma da minha mão.
Incrédulo, eu disse:
- Mas como é possível estar tudo o que eu pedi aqui?
Sorrindo, o senhor me respondeu:
- Meu querido irmão, na loja de Deus não vendemos frutos, só as sementes.
​ Plante-as!!”

🦋 Enquanto eu fazia uma limpeza e desapego de coisas guardadas, encontrei esse texto em um papel dentro de um envelope que recebi pelo correio há mais de 20 anos atrás. Então fiquei com essa história na cabeça e percebi…

Percebi que sou eu quem sempre fica maravilhada com a “loja de Deus”. Em cada atendimento que realizo, fico maravilhada com as infinitas possibilidades que são apresentadas para cada pessoa. Mas preciso sempre me lembrar que o meu papel é apenas transmitir as sementes, ser um canal por onde as sementes passam.

Muitas vezes quando buscamos um terapeuta queremos receber o fruto, “o pacote pronto”:  uma resposta, uma cura, uma revelação. Mas esquecemos do tempo das coisas, do tempo de Deus. Por isso Deus, na sua infinita sabedoria nos entrega as sementes. Se temos um coração aberto e preparado, a semente já poderá ser plantada durante a sessão. Mas na maioria das vezes apenas recebemos as sementes porque somos ansiosos demais, o “terreno" do coração ainda não está preparado para plantio. 

Então o plantio será por sua conta. A colheita é conforme o tempo que dedicas à plantação e a confiança que coloca nas sementes. Então jamais culpe a vida (ou o terapeuta) se o resultado não tem sido o esperado...
​Prepara teu coração, valorize tuas sementes, ame dia após dia e os bons frutos virão como consequência.

​"I went into a store and saw a man at the counter. Amazed by the beauty of the store, I asked:
- Sir, what do you sell here?
- All the gifts of God. - he replied 
- And does it cost a lot? - I asked again.
- It costs nothing; Here everything is free. 
I looked at the store and saw that there were jars of love, glasses of faith, packages of hope, boxes of salvation, lots of wisdom, health, burdens of forgiveness, large packages of peace, and many other gifts from God.
- Please, I want the biggest jar of God's love, all the burdens of forgiveness, a big jar of faith, lots of health, hope, lots of happiness and eternal salvation for me and my whole family.
So he prepared everything and handed me a small package that fit in the palm of my hand. In disbelief, I said:
- But how is it possible to have everything I asked for in this small package?
Smiling, he answered me:
- My dear brother, in God's store we do not sell fruits, only the seeds. Plant them!!”

🦋 While I was cleaning and clearing out stored things, I found this text on paper inside an envelope that I received in the mail more than 20 years ago. So I had this story in my head and I realized…

I realized that I am the one who is always amazed by “God’s store.” In each session with each client, I am amazed at the infinite possibilities that are presented to each person. But I always need to remember that my role is just to transmit the seeds, to be a channel through which the seeds can pass.

Often when we seek a therapist we want to receive the fruit, “the finished package”: an answer, a cure, a revelation. But we forget the timing of things, God’s timing. That is why God, in his infinite wisdom, gives us the seeds instead.
And if we have an open and prepared heart, the seed can even be planted during the session.
But most of the time we only receive the seeds because we are too anxious, the “soil” of the heart is not yet prepared for planting. 

Then the planting will be at your own expense. The harvest depends on the time you dedicate to planting and the trust you place in the seeds. So never blame life (or the therapist) if the result has not been what you expected... Prepare your heart, value your seeds, love day after day and the good fruits will come as a consequence.

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Outro dia eu estava saindo do campo de futebol, um local com grama e árvores, perto da minha casa, onde geralmente vou para meditar e me alongar um pouco, e enquanto caminhava em direção ao carro percebi no chão uma folha seca com formato diferente das demais. Então voltei e me agachei para observar melhor e percebi que não era uma folha e sim uma borboleta! Uma borboleta que parecia uma folha. E como apaixonada por borboletas que sou, fiquei ali olhando. Precisei colocar uma folha perto dela para comprovar como suas cores eram tão parecidas com as cores das folhas! Fiquei ali admirando as duas, ao mesmo tempo que observava meus pensamentos passando:

    -Veja só… uma borboleta… e ela não é colorida… e não está pousando em uma flor… ela está no chão e tem cores “mortas”. Por um momento ela parecia não ter nada de especial, parecia não ter aquele glamour das borboletas com todas as suas cores, sabe?

Mas então uma luz iluminou os pensamentos me dizendo: o fato de ela ser tão discreta ao ponto de se igualar às folhas secas não a torna especial?  O fato de ela não precisar se destacar e provavelmente ninguém a notar, mas mesmo assim ela continuar fazendo seu trabalho, servindo e sendo parte da natureza, não a torna especial?

  Agradeci. Agradeci de novo. Agradeci a esse pequeno ser e agradeci pelo presente de Gaia, trazendo mais um ensinamento. Entendi o convite e aceito, obrigada.
Aceito o convite ao simples, ao básico, ao natural. Aceito o retorno à essência, mas para isso sei que preciso aceitar primeiro meu espelho, com minhas diferentes cores, e minhas manchas, e até mesmo minha falta de cor. E continuar servindo, e continuar trabalhando e escrevendo neste blog. Sem necessidade de aprovação, ou visualização, ou curtidas ou seguidores.

Afinal, os que “seguem” as borboletas podem ser os mesmos que as “caçam”. Então melhor seria ter leitores. Aqueles que podem ler nas entrelinhas todas as cores que tenho  dentro de mim. 
​🦋

​The other day I was leaving the soccer field, a place with grass and trees, near my house, where I usually go to meditate and stretch a little, and as I was walking towards the car I noticed a dry leaf on the ground that was shaped differently from the others. So I went back and crouched down to take a better look and realized that it wasn't a leaf, but a butterfly! A butterfly that looked like a leaf. And as a butterfly lover that I am, I had to stay there for a while to admire her.  I put a leaf next to it to see how its colors were so similar to the colors of the leaves! I stood there admiring them both, while at the same time I watched my thoughts passing by:

-Look... a butterfly... and it's not colorful... and it's not landing on a flower... it's on the ground and has "dead" colors. For a moment it seemed like nothing special, it didn't seem to have that glamour of butterflies with all their colors, you know?

But then a light illuminated my thoughts telling me: doesn't the fact that it's so discreet to the point of matching the dry leaves make it special? The fact that she doesn't need to stand out and probably no one notices her, but she still continues to do her job, serving and being part of nature, doesn't that make her special?

I gave thanks. I thanked again. I thanked this little being and I thanked Gaia for the gift, bringing another teaching. I understood the invitation and I accept it, thank you.

I accept the invitation to the simple, to the basic, to the natural. I accept the return to the essence, but for that I know that I need to first accept my mirror, with my different colors, and my spots, and even my lack of color. And continue serving, and continue working and writing on this blog. Without needing approval, or views, or likes or followers.

​ After all, those who “follow” the butterflies may be the same ones who “hunt” them. So it would be much better to have readers. Those who can read between the lines all the colors I have inside.
​🦋.

​Mother and daughter went to the doctor together. The youngest, the daughter, went to accompany her mother, the old lady. When they entered the room, the old lady was immediately disappointed by the doctor's appearance. He was much older than she had imagined and she noticed that the equipment and decoration in his room seemed to reflect his age very well. She began to wonder if she had made a good choice. Was his mind working properly to know what he was doing? - She thought as he spoke.

While the doctor was starting the exams, the daughter, sitting on the chair in front of the doctor's desk, looked at his diplomas on the wall. She saw on one of the diplomas a photo of a young man smiling, probably very happy to have completed his studies and be ready to practice the profession. Then she felt immense gratitude for this human being who chose such a noble profession. Because she herself would never have chosen to be a doctor, she never felt a calling for it. At that moment she was overcome with immense gratitude for all the people in the world who chose to study hard and then work helping other people so that their bodies function better! And her heart was filled with love and respect for the doctor who was there doing the tests on her mother. And she imagined how much wisdom there was in that man, how many experiences he had already lived and how many people he had already helped. Then she felt that her mother had made a good choice.

The doctor, in turn, when finishing the exams, instead of explaining the diagnosis looking directly at the woman, he looked and explained to the daughter, as if only she were capable of understanding. The daughter listened but could not stop thinking about how intelligent and independent her mother was and therefore she was understanding everything. Could the doctor have underestimated the capacity of the old lady in front of him, simply because she was accompanied by a younger woman and because she had white hair?

When they left the clinic, the two women, two unique and distinct human beings, also had different feelings - the daughter felt even more grateful for the positive diagnosis with a few recommendations and her mother's health had even been praised by the doctor.

The old lady, on the other hand, seemed not to be so happy, her initial belief and distrust due to the doctor's advanced age made her think that he had not been able to find the problem. Which leads us to think that a negative diagnosis in the end would probably have improved the impression that the woman had of the doctor and she would have left the appointment "feeling better".

Reflection...

Are you giving due value to older people? Honoring their wisdom, their lifespan, their experiences? Can you learn from them? Or do you believe that old age is a sign of disadvantage or worthlessness?

Are you letting your beliefs block your gratitude for the life and health you have?

Beliefs define who you are, they create your paradigm. They create your reality. If you believe that old people are “old,” forgetful, useless, incapable, you are creating this reality for yourself because that is how people will feel when they look at you in the future, or even today, depending on your age.

Beliefs are often shared among family members and passed down from generation to generation. But they can and should be transformed! You have the responsibility to create your own story aligned with your truth, and your story may be completely different from your family’s story.

Cleanse yourself, free yourself from your beliefs.