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You reach over for your iphone, wondering for a brief moment if you should stop yourself in your tracks and go back to sleep. The summer nights have been playing havoc with your sleep and some mornings have been so early they can best be described as late at night. But to your surprise it is 8.09. You lounge leisurely in bed for the next half and hour playing brain games whilst sipping on a cold cup of tea that has infused since it was brewed last night. The sweet hibiscus aroma hits your palates and whilst you savour it, you decide you need something stronger. 

An hour later and you are on the terrace working on your second cup of coffee. The weather is glorious so you station yourself in the only corner basking in sun. It’s a beautiful day with so much to be grateful for…

 

I am not quite sure how it happened….ceasing writing…and with that bursting the metaphorical bubble of existence. Discouragement led to a slow dwindle of posts and one day I turned off the tap altogether. In the beginning there was just silence. The voice that would incessantly tell stories fell quiet, and with that my soul seemed to die…little by little. Not sure what suddenly awoke it but perhaps a painting that I acquired for a mere penny which was delivered yesterday.  According to a tattered label on the backside, it was painted in 1802 portraying a young man born in 1777 – 199 years before I was born. I’ve given him a place in the the hallway and I find myself slowing down every time I pass by. …and there I stand watching him as he watches me….silently. And I wonder who he was, what became of this man born a year after the American declaration of independence, painted just as Europe stood on the brink of the Napoleonic wars? I only know his name…Peter Heinrich Reimers…but for now he is Dorian Gray…

the picture of Dorian Gray

 

 

 

I don’t think I have been sitting still since touching down on the melting tarmac in Malta (temperatures are hoovering around 30 degrees, which is a lot better than the furnace oven we left behind!). All well and said, we were lucky to get an offer simply too good to refuse, for a day on the sea together with Victoria and friends – not to forget a pink flamingo that decided to tag along.

Really the best day so far, providing ample opportunity for relaxation and catching up on some sleep.

Embarking on our journey around the northern coast of Malta

Lovely scenery

Too good to be true

chilling to the sounds of waves

sun, sea and blue skies

fun in the blue lagoon

super food lunch

Many thanks for the lovely birthday wishes and a fantastic celebration with the family who have gathered in Malta for the summer. Being a stickler for traditions, we ended the day with a sumptuous dinner at the Barracuda before heading back to for a last nightcap and yet more unpacking (we just arrived the other day!).

Birthday celebrations

with the family

thank you fall for making it a memorable day

Some things are rushing into existence, others out of it. Some of what now exists is already gone. Change and flux constantly remake the world, just as the incessant progression of time remakes eternity.

We find ourselves in a river. Which of the things around us should we value when none of them can offer a firm foothold?

Like an attachment to a sparrow: we glimpse it and it’s gone.

And life itself: like the decoction of blood, the drawing in of air. We expel the power of breathing we drew in at birth (just yesterday or the day before), breathing it out like the air we exhale at each moment.

— Meditations, Marcus Aurelius

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