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Eat the Cookie

Things change.

I have been focused on the poor for years now. I LOVE the little huts with the flowers dripping over them and the children playing in the street.

flower fence sm

But it seems it is time for me to learn a new lesson, or have a different experience.

It doesn't mean I will walk away from my heart which is with the beautiful poor. But it seems I am being offered an opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life.

hacienda chichen gardens

To meet the well educated, the refined. To listen to lovely music and walk in beautiful gardens. To be pampered with massages and savor rich foods.

tuna steak

It is not something I asked for. But it keeps coming to me.

I talked with a friend about how we are so trained to avoid the opulent pleasures of sweets and eat the carrot sticks and celery on a tray of offered munchies.

But sometimes you just have to eat the cookie.

cookie

not sure why it is being offered, but enjoying the cookie

laura

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