“Laughter is the best medicine, and it costs nothing… You’ve got to have a laugh haven’t you.”
I am back here, where I have been so many times to write these posts. Sat in the back of this dimly lit and familiar coffee shop; cosy not dreary, and bursting with life. There is a table ahead of me with two elderly women and their gentleman companion, giggling like children, “loving life!”
Their very Welshie accent rings through my ears like tinkling church bells and it lifts my spirit up from the rut it has been stuck in recently. “I love Abergavenny.” She says, ‘Me too’ I think, saturated with feeling, there is so much context here, but it is oh so relaxed and joyful.
So much of my life is caught up in these little Welsh spaces and I am so grateful, in this moment, to be here.
The barista remembers me and is cheerful and welcoming. It’s like no time has passed. I wonder if it is at all possible to ask him to meet me later without sounding odd, or if he’d ever think to do the same. But this is his job and maybe I should just keep this little pocket of happiness locked up and content between these four walls.
The trick is to take the small moments and ask nothing more, just appreciate their coming and let them pass with ease. I am so happy to have been granted this time, however small, expensive and seemingly insignificant it may be.