How can we hold grudges against anyone we have disputed with and love? When the reality is... We could be gone any second now?!
The subject keeps popping up, and there is no question each time: if there has been no deep pain caused, then don't waste time talking about it... 'You said this' and 'I did that'. If I feel genuinely happy to see my friend again, there is nothing further to add but get straight back into the love I felt for them before silly disputes. It does not always work, as the feeling has to be mutual, but we have a saying... 'The hearts are connected', meaning that however we feel about the other is mutual.
Friday was spent chiefly re-organising my clothes for the coming of winter... Ouch! Thinking of the chilly, dark winters gives me the creeps; it's best not to think about it until it arrives. 'There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing', the Swedish proverb says. Or is it?
A dear family friend invited me to dinner at a (what used to be) prestigious gambling club in Mayfair. It was a long time since I had visited a casino. It's not one of my favourite scenes, mainly because I don't gamble. Sitting in the outside comfortable smoking area, the comprehensive news screen was on, but there was no sound. I am happy to report that the weather in London showed 27 degrees for next week! Shoot. I just packed every single piece of summer clothing. Oh well!
Based on the note above, Friday evening was a drive over the river Thames to see Shiba at her belated birthday party at Coco's private room in Barnes. She had asked me to fetch some CDs to play on her due, where I saw Niel and Rory. Gosh! We last met at their wedding four years ago or soon after. It was an absolute treasure to be reunited. The presence of Olivia and Rachel, with whom I may well be working in future, added further flavour to the night. Plus, newcomers to be acquainted with. No one in the restaurant complained about the music upstairs, and I had brought enough CDs to play all night, so the evening went on till late.
It was a mutual agreement between us, how good friends with whom we have experienced love and shared good times are precious and on the fact that everything else was silly. Again, let bygones... Be bygones and cherish the moments with a better understanding of what really matters. Mutual Love.
It was fun last week to spend one evening catching up with another old buddy and another, being invited for a bite and drinks by one of the Hvar connections, Kam. We did not get a chance to talk much at my party, as he mentioned later:
"Haldita, we got talking when you finally had the time to sit, and as we got into an interesting story, you disappeared again, never to return!"
"Haha ..." I laughed. "I know, sorry, but I never seem to sit still at my gatherings! I wanna make sure everyone is happy, the doorbell rings, etc."
We finally managed to meet and talk. He is definitely going on my list of many favourite friends.
Talking to Kam also brought scenes of Mykonos back to mind. Kam had left when I arrived, so we only met in Hvar. Most of all, I keep recalling the smiley faces of the boys everywhere we went in Mykonos. From the beach parties at Nammos to the clubs at night. They brought joy wherever they went. It's a shame I cannot join them for their next global end-of-summer party. But a girl's gotta work, you know?!
Life is amazing... And it's only gonna get better! And better.
How else would one deal with the madness of the ongoing, daily life crisis?
The subject keeps popping up, and there is no question each time: if there has been no deep pain caused, then don't waste time talking about it... 'You said this' and 'I did that'. If I feel genuinely happy to see my friend again, there is nothing further to add but get straight back into the love I felt for them before silly disputes. It does not always work, as the feeling has to be mutual, but we have a saying... 'The hearts are connected', meaning that however we feel about the other is mutual.
Friday was spent chiefly re-organising my clothes for the coming of winter... Ouch! Thinking of the chilly, dark winters gives me the creeps; it's best not to think about it until it arrives. 'There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing', the Swedish proverb says. Or is it?
A dear family friend invited me to dinner at a (what used to be) prestigious gambling club in Mayfair. It was a long time since I had visited a casino. It's not one of my favourite scenes, mainly because I don't gamble. Sitting in the outside comfortable smoking area, the comprehensive news screen was on, but there was no sound. I am happy to report that the weather in London showed 27 degrees for next week! Shoot. I just packed every single piece of summer clothing. Oh well!
Based on the note above, Friday evening was a drive over the river Thames to see Shiba at her belated birthday party at Coco's private room in Barnes. She had asked me to fetch some CDs to play on her due, where I saw Niel and Rory. Gosh! We last met at their wedding four years ago or soon after. It was an absolute treasure to be reunited. The presence of Olivia and Rachel, with whom I may well be working in future, added further flavour to the night. Plus, newcomers to be acquainted with. No one in the restaurant complained about the music upstairs, and I had brought enough CDs to play all night, so the evening went on till late.
It was a mutual agreement between us, how good friends with whom we have experienced love and shared good times are precious and on the fact that everything else was silly. Again, let bygones... Be bygones and cherish the moments with a better understanding of what really matters. Mutual Love.
It was fun last week to spend one evening catching up with another old buddy and another, being invited for a bite and drinks by one of the Hvar connections, Kam. We did not get a chance to talk much at my party, as he mentioned later:
"Haldita, we got talking when you finally had the time to sit, and as we got into an interesting story, you disappeared again, never to return!"
"Haha ..." I laughed. "I know, sorry, but I never seem to sit still at my gatherings! I wanna make sure everyone is happy, the doorbell rings, etc."
We finally managed to meet and talk. He is definitely going on my list of many favourite friends.
Talking to Kam also brought scenes of Mykonos back to mind. Kam had left when I arrived, so we only met in Hvar. Most of all, I keep recalling the smiley faces of the boys everywhere we went in Mykonos. From the beach parties at Nammos to the clubs at night. They brought joy wherever they went. It's a shame I cannot join them for their next global end-of-summer party. But a girl's gotta work, you know?!
Life is amazing... And it's only gonna get better! And better.
How else would one deal with the madness of the ongoing, daily life crisis?
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