Spoiled..

Last week, on Saturday, I had the privilege to spend a dinner at the Master of Tastes..His name is Roli.

So it happened that me, along with a friend has been invited over to him for a lunch.  As we worked till 2 we could only arrive by 3, so I could say it was a rather late lunch :) We arrived, and imagine, we were awaited by a nicely prepared table, plates, napkin, silverware..so after checking his lovely flat we sat down and were looking forward to the course of meals he served us.

I need to admit, words are not enough to describe the multitude of tastes we managed to experience there. The soup..my goodness, our tastebuds got in ecstasy upon being spoiled by that harmony, and richness of tastes..it was so very delicious, I even helped myself to a second plate.  Then came the second dish, and it was just as remarkable.  We had some red wine alongside, and a company in which all of us would like to spend a dinner in.  I really think, I even advised him to keep on cooking, trying new combinations, and even looking for a way to share this miracle with others, because by no means should a world be deprived of such culinary magic!

After the dinner I headed on to a birthday party of my friend, and though I was somewhat tired, I still enjoyed, and felt again privileged, for the fact that I was invited to share her joy on this special day.

The next day, again after work, I was invited to another friend. I just love the flat of this friend.  It is near the castle, an old one, the pores of the walls tell tales about the nobility of the past centuries.  We arrived, I was rather exhausted, and she was way too energetic.  I went into her room, and curled up in on of her armchairs.  It was placed opposite of the window, so as it was still afternoon, the last rays of the afternoon sun bathed on its texture.  I decided to let myself enter the magical world of calmness, peace and history.  As soon as I made myself comfortable my soul started to rejoice.  The sun was shining on my face, the rays caressing my hair, forehead and closed eyes.  They brought with themselves the promise of a coming spring, when nature would wake up, and with her, all our senses and sleeping hearts would be awaken too.  It was the most peaceful time for me in the last month I think.  I just felt, that I am where I belong, that everything is perfect, and the little molecule founds its fitting place in this big universe..I could feel the vibration, and waves of everything in motion, but this time, instead of resonating against it, I caught up to the rhythm, and was flowing with it.  Also I discovered that it is possible to converse with hearts of distant people.  I had the idea that it is possible, but this afternoon I had no doubts.  I chose a heart/soul and was talking to it..I told him what I feel, I managed to transfer all the feelings, it was not necessary for the body to be there, next to me..present, I still could feel that we were conversing with each other.  In the meantime my friend was preparing supper, and baking a cake called sticky banana cake.  From a distance I could hear her washing plates, dropping forks, and singing..for a moment, I felt like I am a child again, I was taken back to the time, when everything was so simple, and I could talk to butterflies...back then, I would be sitting on our balcony, but due to the open windows and doors, I could hear my mom preparing our Sunday lunch..these times always filled my heart with peace and joy, and for a while now, I thought I lost those moments completely, but now I found it again..so I concluded that to loose something, what is important, and feeds the appetite of your soul is just not possible.  It can be so that you are too blind to recognize those things, but there is always the opportunity, it keeps on coming back to you and when you are ready, you capture it. On this afternoon I was ready..after a stressy day I sat down, the circumstance all contributed..the sun, the flat, the sienna colours of the wall, my friend preparing supper, and I felt it...again...the peace of those past Sunday afternoons.  When the supper was almost done, and the sun disappeared under the horizon, I went out to accompany my friend, then another friend arrived, and we spent the rest of the evening eating, drinking, and sharing thoughts.  It was a very nice evening...

Once I got home, a thought appeared to me.  These friends of mine are giving me so much joy, so much pleasure, they let me enter such worlds of precious moments that I really feel I should be very grateful to God for He let me have our paths cross.  They are so generous to me, they even spoil me.  I thought to myself, how come I receive so much? Do I really deserve it? And what do I give them?  Well, I am not sure I know the answers to those questions, but then, it was said by a writer that you should not ask yourself: "Why did it happen to me? Let it be a bad thing, or a good thing, as everything happens for a reason, so we shall take the gifts with gratitude in our hearts, and the not so pleasant things we shall view as teachers, for they teach us the lessons of life. Both of those things have to happen, they our part of our path..of course we happen to like the flowers on the road more than the stones, but at the end, they make the landscape more diverse, they personalize our individual journey on Earth.