Dear Eamen,
We're "under the volcano" here in London,
our departure delayed for four more days,
but enjoying the company of so many beloved friends.

It brings to mind these two quatrains of Mevlana:

Didn’t I say, don’t sit with sad companions?
Don’t sit with anyone but those whose hearts are glad.
Since you are in the garden, don’t go to thorns.
Sit amidst the roses, jonquils, and jasmine.
1518

If you dwell with the unaware, you become cold,
But if you dwell with the aware, you become human.
Make a sanctuary inside a furnace, as true gold does,
Knowing that if you leave, you will freeze.
170