As I walk the sacred path of my tribal heritage, I am deeply connected to the wise gardeners of the past. These benevolent souls nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge, guiding me through life’s labyrinth. They embraced me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up, seeing beyond the surface to recognize the potential within me.

With their guidance, I received the invaluable gift of humility, learning countless life lessons. They showed me that true greatness lies not in wealth or status, but in the ability to empathize and uplift others. They taught me the importance of compassion and understanding, reminding me of our interconnectedness in this vast tapestry of existence.

In their presence, I witnessed resilience and determination. They showed me that strength is not measured by physical prowess, but by the unwavering spirit within. These old gardeners nurtured my roots, allowing me to grow and flourish, teaching me to find joy in the simplest of moments and the beauty in humble circumstances.

As I tread upon my tribal roots, I carry the wisdom and teachings of those who came before. Their legacy lives on within me, shaping my perspective and guiding my steps. I am forever grateful for the lessons they imparted, for they have made me who I am today.

In the footsteps of these old gardeners, I continue to grow and learn. I strive to honor their legacy by embodying the values they instilled in me. With humility as my compass, I navigate the journey of life, forever grateful for their profound impact on my existence. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer