There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Thursday, March 24


Last night I had a dream I was in a resort hotel. We had a meeting and after afterwards we went swimming. I took all my clothes off and dove into the pool. I felt at ease and relaxed, even a little bit lazy. I proceeded to do a few laps with some languid flips at the ends of the pool, almost in slow motion. It felt good to be in the water again, gliding through the silence and serenity of its depth.

I wish all of life felt like that cool tepid blue water. I remember feeling the bliss of oneness with my element. Got to get back into the pool.

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