As of today, I have been back in the states for exactly the same number of days as I spent in Britain this summer. Though it was only 65 days, it is a bit sad to think that from now on I am farther away from this summer rather than closer to it. Entirely unintentionally, I had a jolly conversation over mid morning coffee and a plate of biscuits (aka: cookies). My sweet old neighbor (old as in no longer my neighbor as well as in age) and I talked about my time in England, as well as her time there some 75 years ago. So much of what I loved most about my summer–biscuits, drinks, and chats–was brought back to my little old life in Florida merely by a break in the morning for neighborly love.
“Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn–and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.
So let us drink tea.
…When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
-The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Today was a day for tea.