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Briefly: I'm doing lots of great things, including going to The Lion King (with wonderful Julie Taymor masks and puppets) and to Howl's Moving Castle, both of which I loved. And an incredible meal at Russian Tea Time with many delicious kinds of finely chopped vegetable salads and spicy lamb, and coriander flavored vodka. And an all-weekend yoga workshop that pushed me way beyond where I ever thought I could go, in mind and body. Here's a poem I heard there:

Last Night, As I Was Sleeping

by Antonio Machado

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

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.

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

--translated by Robert Bly

( In Spanish, also )