In an overcrowded kitchen, filled with twenty young people of Durban (the city I love most) and the smell of burnt bacon, I found happiness.
My handsome husband and I had the privilege of house-sitting our dear friends' abode this past week and what a blessing it was! Their beautiful home proved to be a place of rest, space, joy and fun for us.
On Sunday we, and some of the profound young people that we do life with, danced around the kitchen cooking breakfast; feasted around the dining room table; and spent the entirety of the afternoon in the lounge drinking endless cups of tea and chatting about life in all its forms.
All I can say is that community is something real. I never thought that something as simple as a spontaneous brunch with some radical people would be so fulfilling. It suddenly occurred to me that even though I had tried so hard not to get caught up by the busyness of my life; I indeed had. People are important to me, and I remembered that I needed community - that life is not meant to be lived out to be busy, nor is it meant to be lived out alone. People, gatherings and communication are good for me, and I needed to remember that.
So yay to all those breakfast gatherings and beautiful people in our lives that press pause on the 'daily routine machine' and remind us to breath in the lives around us and remember what makes us come alive.
