The first rain
This afternoon the first rain of summer’s end came down. Not a heavy rain — the kind that arrives timidly, asking permission, and leaves a…
Diario Vivo
Reflexiones, notas, silencios. Un cuaderno abierto.
Returning to routine
August fades slowly, and with it that soft rhythm of the long days fades too. I come back to my routine without hurry, like someone…
What summer taught me
The days are beginning to shorten and I had barely noticed. It gets dark earlier, and at dusk a point of coolness smells of September,…
The heat and patience
It has been days of a thick heat, the kind you cannot see but that weighs. Blinds lowered, the house in half-light, the fan turning…
An afternoon of figs
There is a fig tree on a friend’s land that gives the best figs I have ever tasted. This afternoon I went to pick them,…
The hands that hold
Today I thought a lot about hands. About mine, when they accompany someone, and about the hands of the people who come to my space…
The sea that sets things right
There are days when I need the sea, and today was one of them. I drove down to the coast early, leaving the heat of…
August starts slowly
August has arrived without much warning, or almost. Oviedo wakes to a warmth that does not press yet, as if summer were taking its time…
The new moon
This week there is a new moon, and although I am not one for big rituals, I like to use these moments to look inward.…
What blooms at dusk
There is a plant in the garden that only opens its flowers at dusk. All day it seems asleep, closed, offering nothing. And when the…