Thursday, February 4, 2010

Today I’m having tea out on the veranda. You might suspect I am on the veranda because the sun is shining, actually it quite the opposite. It is raining. I feel at home when I am close to the rain. So when it rains I move my tea to the veranda….

There is something sacred, something holy, something deeply personal about sitting on the veranda. So I keep to my own thoughts. Today, my thoughts have not drifted very far. In fact, I am pondering the veranda itself. The word is beautiful and beckoning. "Come out on the veranda" is a warm invitation.

I do love the veranda, I glance over the garden while looking out into the rain and sipping my tea and feel contentment by just being…

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