Mercury retrograde...maybe. I am feeling somehow incommunicated this week but I found out yesterday it has an advantage.
Every challenge is an opportunity to find our power, or I rather say to REMEMBER our power.

I remembered yesterday a story I am very devoted to. A short story written by Jorge Bucay, one of my favorite authors.

I won't write the whole story because It would take a long time and I would have to translate it but it goes
something like this:

There was a small city where only wells lived. The wells communicated with each other through their curbstones.
Wells began filling their curbstones with material stuff. There came the time when they could no longer fill themselves
due to lack of space. So they began expanding themselves wider. A small well that lived at the edge of the city
thought about expanding downwards. It began digging and taking all the material stuff away and something amazing
happened. It found a subterranean river that communicated throughout the city and to the ocean. Later on, another well
decided to try the same and they could now both communicate through the river. They found peace and a very profound
communication. The difference is that they seeked a new way of communicating through the inside.

The point of telling this story is that yesterday I remembered that I had been thinking about sharing and
incommunication. Sometimes we love to chatter and share through words. It's fine, it's a pleasure.
But in the highest realms we no longer think or talk. Can you imagine? The existence without words?

We love through words and express so many things. But the only constant in this Cosmos is change, and words are a
constant. In a given point of time words pronounced become a constant. Time is fluid and all beings are in state of
constant change. So, the real meaning of words become lost because when everything changes, words may contradict
situations. Promises are dangerous. Promises are a constant, but we change, and promises lose validation.

The highest expressions of love don't require words. Beings spend time together withought talking and without feeling
bored. They just exist.

Maybe you are thinking: If words will become useless, then how could we possible share our love?

A simple example: Do you give a speech everyday to your dog or your cat? Do they give you in return a speech?
Can you feel their love? Dogs and cats are one of the purest expressions of unconditional love. And they don't
chatter.

Everytime I feel incommunicated I remember this story and remember the goal of finding new ways to communicate
with my heart...eventhough...I love to have long talks.  ;)

(Paul Cezanne's Well Millstone and Cistern under Trees)