Tea at Five is my favorite time of the day. It is a moment of pure simplicity. As a soul geologist, I believe that love is hidden in these small rituals. This Tea at Five brings peace to our marriage and our home. We find happiness in the quiet steam of a cup. Life does not need to be complicated to be beautiful. Let us enjoy the warmth of the present moment together. Rituals are the anchors of a happy life. For me, Tea at Five is a sacred moment of pure happiness. It is not just about the drink. It is about the stillness we share. In this quiet hour, marriage feels like a calm harbor.
Čaj u pet
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Sinoć sam sanjala da sam kupila porculanski servis za čaj. Onaj naš. Onaj koji smo jednom izgubili dok smo se selili. U snu sam se sjetila da nam baš to nedostaje da bismo mogli u potpunosti uživati u svojoj sreći. Jer smo zajedno najsretniji. Jer nam nitko ne nedostaje.
Kupila sam ga da bismo svako popodne u pet sati mogli piti čaj, gledati dan kako prolazi i radovati se jednostavnoj istini: da smo skupa, da se volimo, i da je ta ljubav ista kao i prvog dana.
A možda taj servis nikada nije bio samo porculan.
Možda je to naša navika da se uvijek vraćamo jedno drugome.
Naš mir. Naš dom.
Ona tiha sreća koja ne traži ništa više
osim nas dvoje i jednog običnog, savršenog popodneva.
Možda je to naša navika da se uvijek vraćamo jedno drugome.
Naš mir. Naš dom.
Ona tiha sreća koja ne traži ništa više
osim nas dvoje i jednog običnog, savršenog popodneva.
Le thé de cinq heures
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Hier soir, j’ai rêvé que j’avais acheté un service à thé en porcelaine. Le nôtre. Celui que nous avons perdu une fois en déménageant. Dans mon rêve, je me suis souvenue que c’était exactement ce qui nous manquait pour profiter pleinement de notre bonheur. Car nous sommes les plus heureux ensemble. Car personne ne nous manque.
Je l’ai acheté pour que nous puissions boire du thé chaque après-midi à cinq heures, regarder le jour passer et nous réjouir de la simple vérité : que nous sommes ensemble, que nous nous aimons, et que cet amour est le même qu’au premier jour.
Et peut-être que ce service n’a jamais été seulement de la porcelaine.
Peut-être est-ce notre habitude de toujours revenir l’un vers l’autre.
Notre paix. Notre maison.
Ce bonheur silencieux qui ne demande rien de plus
que nous deux et un après-midi ordinaire et parfait.
Peut-être est-ce notre habitude de toujours revenir l’un vers l’autre.
Notre paix. Notre maison.
Ce bonheur silencieux qui ne demande rien de plus
que nous deux et un après-midi ordinaire et parfait.
Tea at Five
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Last night I dreamed that I bought a porcelain tea set. Ours. The one we lost once while moving. In my dream, I remembered that this is exactly what we are missing to fully enjoy our happiness. Because we are happiest together. Because we miss no one.
I bought it so that every afternoon at five o’clock we could drink tea, watch the day pass, and rejoice in the simple truth: that we are together, that we love each other, and that this love is the same as on the first day.
And maybe that set was never just porcelain.
Maybe it is our habit of always returning to each other.
Our peace. Our home.
That quiet happiness that asks for nothing more
than the two of us and one ordinary, perfect afternoon.
Maybe it is our habit of always returning to each other.
Our peace. Our home.
That quiet happiness that asks for nothing more
than the two of us and one ordinary, perfect afternoon.