I've just made myself some cocoa. Here in the kitchen of the hostel where I'm staying for a few days. My plan was almost thwarted by three intensely sizzling pieces of chicken breast spread over half the stove. A feeling of repulsion shot through me. "Are these the vibes you want to surround your holy cocoa with?" my spiritual ego asked me immediately. But before it could sabotage my noble intention of making some cocoa, the cook entered the scene and offered me some of her lunch. Shyly, but with a hint of pride, she presented the chicken and showed herself ready to do something good for me too. To nourish me.

A smile spread in my heart, which I turned directly outward. "No, graçias," I replied in gratitude before I joined the lovely middle-aged Colombian cook and we shared the stove for a few minutes. During this time, I summed up the case in silence: 1. Dead chicken meat, probably from an unecological mass farm with the potential to cause real harm to people through regular and excessive consumption. 2. Alongside this is the vegan, gluten-free, high-vibrational and synapse-tickling cocoa that so many, including me, consider sacred and which, through conscious, ritual consumption, has the potential to change people's lives for the better.

"How can this fit together?" many a highly sensitive soul might ask themselves.

Shouldn't these two objects push each other away, like magnets with the same polarity? Or should the cocoa start to evaporate to avoid these "bad vibes"? No. At least not in my reality. Because what I was able to sense is that two such opposite poles can and want to harmonize. And all that is needed for that, in my view, is to put the intention in the foreground and not the thing itself.

The moment I can really see the (good) reason why this lady is letting her meat sizzle, the sizzle loses its negatively charged meaning for me. And what remains is acceptance and therefore connection. Connection to a woman who is willing to share what little she has. And on the other hand, me, openly perceiving her willingness and receiving it with gratitude, instead of forcing it into one of my concepts and labeling it with a "bad vibes" label. This moment made my day.

Of course, it doesn't always go smoothly, but when acceptance is achieved, it feels limitless. So my question to you is: when was the last time you showed someone your absolute understanding, despite having a fundamentally different opinion? And when was it not possible for you?

Sunny greetings from the very warm and friendly country of Colombia. Your Mischa