Tag: Wine

A wheel of cheese, fragrant bread freshly baked from the old wood-fired oven, a glass of red wine that gathers the light of day.

And a little robin in flight, like a light thought, come to celebrate this sacred daily communion.

This was the authentic happiness that accompanied our grandparents when they returned from the fields, or after leading the animals along the paths of the mountain pastures.

A happiness made of little, yet so full.

Outside, the sky could be heavy with rain, low clouds crawled among the Alpine pastures, but inside the hut burned the flame of refuge, of quiet, of peace.

The shepherd, a simple man, did not torment himself with questions about tomorrow.

He walked in the present, with dignity, facing every unexpected event without worry.

Worry is the disease of the man of the city, who runs without rest, stumbles over his own desires and complains about every obstacle on his path towards ambition.

The shepherd does not.

He lives in silence and waiting, he ignores the deep reason for events, but he knows how to recognize the beauty of the small and sincere gifts that life offers him. In the warmth of his cabin, in the light of a sunset that dyes the wine ruby, he gives thanks – in silence, with his heart – for the bread, the cheese, and the gentle flight of a robin