13.01.2026 | MM303

I met a monk in my imagination today,
calm, serene,
and deeply offended by the smell of my breath.

Luckily, I had a mint,
which I offered with great reverence,
like a sacred relic of modern civilisation.

He accepted it solemnly,
then pulled on a woolly mitten,
because enlightenment is wonderful,
but cold fingers are still cold fingers.

We stood there in silence,
chewing mint,
hands warm,
souls peaceful.

Proof that balance in life
often looks like this:
a little wisdom,
a little freshness,
and something knitted by someone
who loves you 🧤🌿😄

💫Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫