Funny how Gifts and Lessons seem to show up for me these days in the form of Kids and Sweets.
Last night, walking around the village, I decide to treat myself to a good chunk of the famous, delicious-yet-glutenous capirotada. Capirotada is a type of fruit-soaked bread pudding with nuts and an extra dose of love, I'm pretty sure. It's not good for me but man, as a rare indulgence, it does feel good going down.
Enjoying the evening, my friend and I walk by two little boys, maybe 10 years old, sitting on the side of the street (you know what? I think they were actually sitting IN the street), and wishing us Buenas Noches just as I am relishing the very last little licks of the sticky goodness.
We answer Buenas Noches and then I announce - to myself mostly - that "Wow, this was soooo good - and now I may get sick."
What I mean by "sick" is more that within 2 hours I may have a ballooned-up belly that will only get relief from the air, well... exiting. That kind of sick.
That's when one of the little boys responds something quietly. I had not even realized that he had heard me but yes, he definitely had something to say.
"No lo decretes," he said.
What? Did he really say that? I look at my friend who looks just as surprised.
"Do not decree it." - in other words, don't go around manifesting that you are going to get sick, lady.
Me who knows better. Me who TEACHES better.
This kid just caught me in the act of negative manifesting and quietly set me straight. With his 10-year old little butt sitting on the cobblestones.
I had to go back and check.
Did you just say: "No le decretes?"
Yes, he says. "If you say you're going to get sick, you're going to get sick."
There you have it.
Teachers every freaking where. I love it.
9/17/2021 05:29:42 am
But, more importantly... did you end up being able to digest the capirotada?
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