Yams and successes

My mother had saved some overgrown yams earlier this year. She has confidence in me as a gardener and held on to them until I came over. I felt this as a sign of affection and complete love that she has over me. She is always finding ways to connect with me and share her discoveries so when I see her there is no end to our conversations. So I took them and searched for a space on the edges of the garden to grow yams. I have never grown yams but remembered visiting a garden in the south of France where we were gathering the early potatoes of the season. They're mysterious underground roots and grow below the earth, as the plant grows it spreads over the ground like a great vine with beautiful funneled purple flowers.
It is six months since this time and I was walking barefoot around the garden pulling weeds and rising the falling tomatoe plants that are loaded with of all sorts of them. I decided to dig my hands into the ground to check and see if the yams were ready. Since the plant had flowered, I figured the yams were ready and indeed I found two rounded orange roots fitting in the palm of my hand. My mother´s touch and confidence permeated in my hands as I pulled them and thank the plant for such crops. I can´t wait to call my mother and share with her the success!
Success is something we talked about during my healing session with Katrina, she had suggested I write on this blog the successes of all the things, beings, forces that support and nurture me every day. This is the beggining...I will keep adding to it:

I´ll start with the garden and the yams of this morning!
My son, Jean Philippe for his wisdom and infinite love and choosing us as his parents.
Miles and Aerin for always believing in me and dreaming me forward with their impeccability.
I thank the support of my mother for her confidence and presence in my life.
My women friends who are forever linked with me.
David Elliott and the path of healing breath.
The healers and writers.
Paulina, my niece for her unbountiful wisdom.
Debbie, sister and soul mate of intimacy.
The support of this Earth always, always.
The winds for sharing the mysteries of this universe.
The Stars for lighting my path.
The guides and angels that walk by my side every day.

I am a beautiful woman on her spiritual journey of evolution
I am a writer and gardener and healer.
I am a mother, sister, friend and companion.
loyal.
generous,
kind,
a great listener,
poet,
bury´er
teacher

As I cultivate this garden, I learn to cultivate my love because without this love nothing grows, at least nothing a deeply rooted as the yams I held this morning in my hands. Cultivating love is watering and singing on a daily basis the ecstasy and gratitude of being alive. This morning I woke up and my breath was flowing throughout my body, that alone merits all the joy I can share and since my gift is to write I dedicate this to you with the longing to create and hold the belief that we can all awaken the different gifts we have.