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It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to find opponents to play tennis with. Some of his regular partners had already embraced the idea that “a timely retreat is a victory,” while others had diversified their sporting activities and were far less consistent than he was, or simply more accustomed to jumping from one sport to another. Faced with this reality, he turned to his own family circle. His children, trained through hours spent on the fronton court, had always regarded it as...

I move forward slowly. I run toward you, Soul, Stumbling, With burning wounds. Life does not wait, Nor does it stop. It throbs and breathes, It surges and nourishes, It sings and dances, But it also flees and dies. And far away, so very far away, Its Canticle is heard, Its Prayer is whispered, And its weeping can be heard. By Emilia Montull Subscribe to: www.zoeinyourself.com

A sudden opening appears amid the bustle of everyday life—a gap, a space, an empty moment that gathers and distills the sensations of an utterly ordinary person who pauses and, all at once, SEES. It is that instant which holds the feeling of letting go of the cork that keeps us afloat in time and space, and suddenly brings about the longed-for halt: silence within that same senseless flow where minutes devour each other at the relentless pace of time. It is, in that precise moment, that...