The last Desire

Before the rain comes to water the garden, I chop some wood and light a good fire… I peel and cut vegetables—potatoes, carrots, turnips, leeks, tomatoes, peppers, onions—and on the fire, my soup simmers, gently releasing fragrant bubbles of joy… I prepare some hot wine, sweet and rich with spices (cinnamon, star anise, cloves), which I sip slowly to prolong my pleasure… Between two sips, while watching the flames dance and the embers glow red, I reply to my emails and to the kind comments left by thoughtful artists, with a smile that lingers on my lips.

I realize that lately, every task I take on has been done easily, and with great delight, because I am completely immersed in the present moment… Yet, the thought comes to me that if, in this life, I’ve managed to erase all my desires, there remains one over which I have absolutely no power…

The desire to one day share with you all these little moments of everyday happiness…