Shedding Skin, Shedding Lives

Conforme me siento a disfrutar una taza de té de lavanda y jazmín, no puedo evitar soñar despierta con el deseo de que alguien me ponga un mensaje en el cual me comparte algo fascinante sobre pintura, arte, alguna cultura sobre la cual no escuchamos tradicionalmente en el cotidiano del Occidente o algo que sencillamente me atrape. Una de las bellezas de tener tés sueltos es poder hacer esas combinaciones que van de la mano con el humor del momento. Es un estar peculiar el de tener las ganas y el disfrute, junto con el provecho, de sentarse a tomarse una tacita de té. Realmente me parece uno de los enormes placeres de la vida estar en ese punto. Pienso por unos segundos contestar el espacio perennemente vacío de Facebook que me pregunta qué estoy pensando con algo como "¿Alguien me quiere y puede poner un mensaje en Facebook para compartirme algo sobre lo cual no haya podido conversar últimamente?" Luego recuerdo que la gente lo que hace es dar like, ignorar, comentar y seg

My wife had a friend come over from NY for her birthday weekend. Last time we saw this person, it was her intimate birthday celebration we were using as the perfect timing to hop on a bus to NYC to visit her. As she left today, Jimena reminded me how "it was raining a year ago today when we were out with her in Boston." "So wait, your friend was here an exact year ago today?," I ask her. "Yeah! We got married a year ago yesterday," she says, as we are 3 years and a month into our first-wedding anniversary. Funny, right? In some ways, how life works. It is the same with everything if you work on your life as a meditative vacation where love moves every freaking second of your contemplative goals and projects in accordance to, let us hope, the best of your interests. Though I was wondering last night as we walked almost fully over Longfellow Bridge and back in Boston whether...   Is it? Does life really operate in MY or OUR best interest? Or,