It was the The Milk Maid’s turn, this week, to host morning tea. Inspired by our whirlwind visit to Mount Olympus via Hercules reruns and Farm Girl’s quick glimpse at the country of Greece, the Oracle of Delphi (or Google) was consulted for a suitable phrase.
Epicurus may well have been watching over us recently; we were all in need of rehearing this sentiment.
But what, we pondered as we dabbed the chocolate fondue from chins and shirt fronts (a wonderful geographical juxtaposition, don’t you think?!) were deemed controllable and what could we disregard? Back to the Oracle we strode and it was Epictetus who answered this time.
It’s all pretty simple when you see it spelt out in black and white.