"Although my neighbors are Barbarians, and you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups of tea at my table."
When I was a teenager, I found this old saying in a book and wrote it down. I have always loved it.
The life making a blog can bring wonderful things. Through time spent documenting, curating, admitting and hiding, incredible people have arrived, lost and found.
The world created alone behind a screen in the spaces in between other life, has connected me with many many beautiful gems. Nadia is one of the amazing gems, radiant, moving, and honest in her life through photographing and writing her La Porte Rouge. Radiant, honest, moving and beautiful in the flesh, with no computers or miles between us. Something connected us a long time ago, when I figured out you could actually comment on other people's blogs and they on yours(!), an understanding of things imperfect, and the possibility that there is all kind of love looking for you and if you let it find you, are willing to work a little, your life can open up in unimaginable ways.
I spent two happy days at the new farm on her spectacular stretch of mountain behind an orchard, two cups of tea at her table, like old friends, catching up on everything that has happened to us and the possibilities of what could be ahead, connected via a life I had never dreamed could yield such amazing bonds. I am back in Brooklyn, refreshed by her generosity, sweetness and drive to live her dream of a life on a farm, quietly, and share the simple pleasures and complexities too with all of us, inspired, now two cups of tea on my table.
(See Nadia's post about it here)