“I dreamed I had a beehive inside my heart. And the golden bees were making combs and honey from my old failures”. – Antonio Machado

I saw this quote in my online travels today, and when I read this one, I had this mental picture of a gleaming golden yet somehow transparent hive, shiny bees shimmering in the sun, flying about making gold leaf combs and honey that oozed out liquid gold.  Nothing in this picture looked like "old failures" - I guess everything was so transformed, that the old failures looked more like shiny building material and honey than whatever less shiny things they might have been before.  The light and the goldenness was so blinding in this vision that I couldn't see any dark corners, like one might find in a real hive.

I suppose there are many things one could read into this quote, but all I could think of was the mental picture, and how warm and gentle it made me feel, and how richly sweet the honey must taste, and how fragile yet strong the combs were, and how the bees were simply doing the job of creating without a second thought.

How I wish the same for myself today, and wish this for anyone who longs for the presence of peace in their soul.