Some days I can’t help but look back at my life and have regrets – about poor choices and missed opportunities. It’s hard also to not compare, although I’m well aware of how that’s no good. Learning to adopt an attitude of gratitude is what has saved me from getting depressed. Now it gets easier to see how life makes ‘sweet honey from old failures’.

Sweet Honey From Old Failures

I loved this poem when I came across it a few months ago and just had to share it here.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

(by Antonio Machado, with translation by Robert Bly)

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

If our guilt, remorse or regret – call it what name you will, is causing us pain, isn’t it time to do something about it?

I’ve often sat back and seen how my bad choices when admitted and surrendered to the mighty Universe, have been turned into pathways for good. I do believe that all things work together for good, if only we let them!

Have your old failures turned into sweet honey? Have you allowed them to?

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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.