Reflection

‘When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.’ Albert Einstein

There’s a giant mirror in a restaurant in Budapest where the reflections in glasses and the light of a candle make things sparkle. The occasion was enchanting. Literally enchanting. Indeed, Nothing much more to be done. Brought a tear to my eye… speech… less… be-atitude…
Perhaps it was a combination of sound, light, taste, smell, and significance. An illusion. Biodynamic wines!? sincerity? a delusion?
Then we move to a Budapest ‘ruin bar’, where nothing is polished… cherry flavoured IPA? Or a triple Riesling… all is well, mirror-ball reflections…. Happy daze.

We adventure away from the norms, looking for treasures, but as John Muir reflected “When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.”

A break away from the normal routine of life… being in places that from a distance hold enchanting ideas. Sitting drinking wine by the Danube River as the sun sets behind the Buda Palace… enchanting, cue the first few bars of Strauss’ Waltz.

But things are still ‘connected’… We can’t really break away… And why would we. We reflect, we sit and ‘sonder‘, amongst the city bustle people living vivid, complex lives, with ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited bruises and brilliance… All is well, with my soul…

Breathe deeply…

After reflection. Back home. Away from the city there’s birdsong, life goes on, and the things that need to be done still need to be done; dental appointments, daughters, decisions, duties, responsibilities…

But with the help of a large mirror, the things you look at change, when you change the way you look at things.

Budapest, where the food and friendship brings beatitude. X