04/10/2025
Pomegranates became an emotional fruit a couple of years ago. I had never eaten one in Latin America, and tasting it for the first time in Portugal secured its place in my top five favorite fruits. But it was only when I went to Tel Aviv that they truly made a statement in my life script. I hadn’t realized how deeply this fruit is woven into the culture of this part of the world. I drank pomegranate juice every day, amazed by its color, taste, and abundance.
The fruit carries countless benefits for the body, but for me, pomegranates were never about the physical. They became a reminder of a soulmate journey, a master of unconditional love who took me around the world to visit sacred places and holy grounds. Why? I may never find out in this lifetime.
Pomegranates became the bittersweet reminder that not all of our love masters are meant to stay. They come to show you something and then keep on their own way.
That time is long gone now, and ironically, that part of the world has become a horror tale for humanity. Only God knows why I was taken there. Only God knows what happened with that soulmate. Today, I only have the pomegranates.