Shall we demand the impossible?

The year I agreed with myself It is forgivable to believe in spirits was 2022. Believing in spirits—whether as ancestors, energies, or the unseen forces that guide us—can profoundly shape how we experience the world around us. It connects us to something greater, reminding us that love, care, and intention extend beyond the physical world, woven into the fabric of our lives in ways both mysterious and beautiful. But let me tell you a real story about the realm of unreal...

That was the year my dad passed away. Back home, we witnessed an extraordinary harvest. For those who don’t know much about agriculture, success in this field is never guaranteed. Even when the best techniques, products, and months of hard work are applied, results can still be average—or everything can be destroyed in an instant by forces beyond our control: an unexpected change in weather, a sudden infestation of pests, or any other natural calamity. Agriculture is about knowledge, care, sweat, and consistency, but it’s also about love and magic, as only nature can provide.

That summer, the first without my dad, everything bloomed in glorious abundance. Fruits, vegetables, and flowers were overflowing—expanding, flourishing, and bursting forth with life.

I know in my heart that it was my dad who made it happen. You don’t need to believe in God, spirits, angels, Paradise, or reincarnation to agree with me. His love, dedication, and the tender care he showed us and the soil when he was here continued to shape this harvest.

That love lives on, passed down through the hands of my brothers, my dad’s friends, and our family, breathing new life into everything around us.

Those cherries were the most beautiful, delicious, and precious I have ever seen. They contained the magic of life and death, of pain and joy—encapsulating the complexity and immensity of this short journey we all share on Earth. I wish you could have tasted them.

This thought was inspired by the cherries, by the excruciating pain and by Letter to Cynthia by Nick Cave