Today, I am thankful for sweet honey.
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous 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.
~Antonio Machado, Times Alone (Translated by Robert Bly)
Imagine that. Golden bees turning my old failures into honey, changing the bitter into sweet. A miraculous transformation.
Amen.
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