The Art of Taking the Media Out of Social

“Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was.
“Is there any tea on this spaceship?” he asked.” 
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

The time was set for 2PM on Monday.  Come and make holiday cards at Mary’s Studio.  Bring something to share.  Enjoy a cup of tea.

We individually began to straggle in after 2:15 too tired from all the tasks of the last few days to muster our creative energy.  So we just sat in comfy chairs around a big ottoman to rest our feet with cups of tea and small plates full of nosh.  There we declared our “Women Who Sit Society” and be social without a device.  We shared stories among us, liked our conversations and the food without nary a mouse click.  For a short respite, we were glad to be among longtime friends escaping the fray that occupies all of our lives, especially around the holidays. 

Eventually, we migrated to the craft table making cards with bits of colored paper and rubber stamps continuing the conversation.  There are no pictures of this event.  My phone was happily tucked away in my purse the only picture being a sweet memory left in my mind.

What a blessing to be among friends- in person, with the only expectation to sit and enjoy the company. 
                                                                                                                                                                      

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – “The Serenity of Tea”

It’s not always possible to escape to beautiful places in nature to find serenity.  In winter I find serenity with a good book and a nice a cup of nice tea in the comfort of my own home.  (Actually these photos were taken last summer in Ireland.  The cottage looked so serene I took this photo- but I do love a nice “cuppa”)IMG_0900

 

 

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Serene

It’s Just a Hot Brown Liquid

15 Caffeinated

It’s just hot brown liquid

Poured into a cup

Cream or sugar?

Add a friend or two

Or perhaps a dog

Or a cat

Asleep on your lap

& it becomes a fellowship

Of shared hearts

Around a liquid campfire.

(“Caffeinated” monoprint by the author)