Hi Agnes. I lately wonder the meaning of my words. Last year I remember running a lot on the foothills and encountering tons of butterflies, and now the way I feel is like inside a cocoon.

I was reading the other day, when the caterpillar enters the cocoon there are two outcomes, either the caterpillar dies or turns into a butterfly.

To say I’m transforming is preposterous, with a tint of insulting (towards better more evolved souls).

What upsets me is to feel that I’m losing my grip with communicating with others. Here I am, writing to you, and feeling I’m talking to myself. How insulting is that!

So first of all forgive me. We can probably both agree that listening to others is harder than what we think.

Truth is truth. You said it!

How are things in Singapore? Were you guys able to get married?

Thank you so much for being there, sharing your thoughts and your continuous support, Sister.

Sending you a virtual hug.

Pablo