So in the last days I always accept guests, drink a lot of tea and try to recover completely.
Yesterday I saw Augusta Rush. And she was surprised. After all, back in April, I wrote in one of the letters that's it -
you know, sometimes finds some strange state of revelation. I want to share it with someone, but time is running out ... and that's all.
For example. as today. I knew for a long time that the world sounds, but ... only recently I started to hear it for real.
Of the last observations, there was a dance of ril on Wednesday. you know, it seems to me that when a sound is woven into the breath of the world, it changes the universal laws. And then the world begins to build its own movement under this sound. The first such awareness came when I once stood in the train station in the winter. A glass of coffee from the car, I stand and close my eyes, listen to the announcement of the time of departure and landing of buses, it's snowing ... and there are so many sounds around, but suddenly you realize that there is a system, there is an interval, there is a beat even. And when you open your eyes, you suddenly SEE ... you see that everything is moving towards this melody ... buses taxi and open the doors, the snow falls. He falls noiselessly, but all the same, dancing. An amazing feeling. It is a pity that it can not be passed even to someone who is near

I wiped the film and from this insane sounding beauty there were tears in my eyes.

"Gaiman and Zadvere"
It's a dark tale, but a fairy tale. About the world under and over London, where there is a life, where there are laws and their charm. It's a dark tale, but with a happy ending. about the knight, about the saved "princess", about the angels and the meaning of life. And also about finding your place. And the realization that a house is where people are. which are yours in spirit.
but first of all a fairy tale ... yes.

and today she was engaged in tea magic in the kitchen. I revised, sniffed my teas in and out. In the morning today was "Assol" - sencha with cranberries and pieces of caramel ... And a new book for rereading "Scarlet Sails". For now, with me again, Gaiman and the "Children of Anansi," Maeterlinck and his "Standing near death we so need beauty," Tales of Goose Mother, Book of Universal Delusions.
And alas, not a single new tea.
With love, K.

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