I must admit that I have been at a lost for words lately; the manifestations of human stupidity do not cease to disappoint me.
Yet, I firmly believe that when you get together with the right people, miracles can happen. And there are a lot of really good people out there that never make it to the news. I am lucky to be surrounded by a bunch of them. The Spanish put it quite well: mejor solo que mal acompanado, being on your own is preferable to bad company.
Saturday evening I was in a constellation of friends; the first get-together of the new year was definitively time well spent. We talked and talked and munched and munched. We had glass after glass of tea, until it was past midnight and we had cookie crumbs in our eyes.
Sunday was alone time, a day of recuperation and preparation for the week ahead. I ate leftovers for breakfast; put away washed dishes; read; worked on the sofa with hot tea on the table and dates at an arm’s length; took pictures of cute soap bars.
Nothing is more spectacular and exciting than everyday life.