Mar 25, 20231 min read

Last night as I was sleeping by Antonio Machado

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

I have been given this existence, these years on this Earth, to accept what has come into my lifetime — wars, loves, trucks, betrayals,...

Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why...

Do not force the healing, my love. Healing is always unforced. It happens when the conditions are right. When there is just enough love,...