Vivaldi’s winter notes smooth the
ambiance and strike the sensible chords
of two human beings joining on a
festively cozy kind of evening.
Hot tea, the fire lit, Christmas baubles
shining and the souls feel appeased
and open up, beautifully shaping an
otherwise mundane moment. A gentle
soothing afternoon like their freshly brewed
cup of tea. Not only chatting away
but speaking from the heart, laughing
loudly, sharing emotions… Nice and
comfortable by the crackle of the fire.
My friend and I talked about sweet and
sour, about how Christmas used
to be celebrated once upon a time, about how we
can go back to our roots
and simplify our pace of life. Looking at our tree, I
asked her how magical
it would be if I had kept my mother’s decade- old
Christmas ornaments.
It would bring back happy and precious memories about the
thoughts
and love that went into them-recycling family tales through old
cherished
items. She mentioned how difficult it seems nowadays to resist
consumerism,
be moderate but also open to newness.
This was certainly my kind of
evening where someone comes to meet that
old feeling of nonchalance, this
childish enthusiasm and simplicity, the purity
so much needed in human
relationships. I’m all the time urging to keep the
authenticity of old ages
inside me and coming across people who have
the same sense of things, who
conceive the world my way,
makes me absurdly happy.
I wish you all similarly meaningful
Christmas teatimes and not only.
O
