Sometimes rest isn’t a holiday, a spa day, or a weekend away. Sometimes it’s taking off your makeup, drinking coffee in silence, watching birds gather in a winter tree, or finally making time for the thing you’ve been meaning to do. There is something wonderfully revealing about asking a simple question: What is your rest…
What began as a conversation about rest soon wandered through oceans, chocolates, cats, Amazon shopping, LEGO, football, and the surprising discovery that perhaps the best place to recharge isn’t something you can buy at all. Monica’s return to the Lunch table was greeted with exactly the kind of warmth you would expect from Brida: genuine…
This week’s Lunch conversation was supposed to be about creative rest. Instead, it became a collection of ordinary moments that quietly explained why we all need one. The first surprise arrived before the conversation had really begun. Rosii wasn’t at work. For someone who usually joins Lunch between lessons and busy days, simply seeing her…
A conversation about quiet moments, tired hearts, helpful laughter, and why even hardworking dogs deserve a holiday. Some conversations arrive exactly as planned. Others begin with a runny nose, a doctor’s appointment, and someone trying to remember the English words for “low immunity.” This one started there. It was supposed to be about emotional rest,…
We arrived at the table already halfway into the weather report, which is often how Lunch begins: not with a formal opening, but with someone worrying about someone else’s temperature. Rosii was worried about the Mayor, and fairly so. While Brazil was sitting at a dramatic 10 degrees, the Mayor announced that his corner of…
Before we knew it, the conversation had already begun. We arrived at the table carrying more than coffee cups and calendars. Rosii arrived carrying a spinning room. She described those strange moments when standing up from bed felt like stepping onto a merry-go-round she never agreed to ride. Even lying down could make the room…
Some Lunch conversations arrive quietly. No dramatic debates. No dragons to train. No rebellious vegetables offering life advice. Just a table of familiar faces scattered across continents, connecting through occasionally stubborn internet connections and carrying the ordinary emotions that come with ordinary lives. Which, as it turns out, was exactly the point. This week we…
“Happy birthday to you…” The song had barely begun when Nathalie froze. Not emotionally. Technologically. One moment she was smiling as the entire group launched into an enthusiastic birthday serenade, and the next she was locked in place by a stubborn internet connection. It was perhaps the most fitting way to begin a Lunch meeting:…
Some Thursday mornings begin with deep philosophical questions. Others begin with my hair. This week’s Lunch started exactly where many of our lunches seem to start: with Mr. Mayor questioning whether my morning hairstyle truly deserved to be called a lion’s mane. For more than two years, he reminded me, I have been promising to…
A Lunch Tale of Yoga Knees, Yellow Cars, and the Mayor’s Ongoing War Against Forgotten Laundry Some Lunch meetings begin with philosophy. Others begin with technical difficulties. This one began with The Mayor accidentally announcing his own old age before breakfast. “Sorry, I forgot,” he said halfway through the conversation. “You see, I’m so old.”…
