breathing treatment and Chinese Breakfast Tea just after 5:30 am or is it 6:30 am and strangely dark 33 degrees in the middle of November what do I expect still looking for Summer 80s breeze resentful laughing at myself noting the still green grass
cranberry stained glass leaves gone to crumple in the 20 degree freeze of yestermorn now holding stock still valiant and full of spread smooth strength and obstinance to cling and to quiver shiver in the dark maybe not a shiver–a wave hello fellow living thing to fellow living thing awake in the dark
the kitchen has basil now and lemons bright yellow lemons in a blue and white designed bowl special scalloped edges cinnamon scent spirals up into my nose pearls of tea bumps between my thumb and finger squeezing free every exquisite and e-wordless drop into the favored cup between my lips heaven passes and sighs
I’ve been taking care of life on life’s terms and doing small things that please me.
I found this sweet sugar bowl and tea plate that felt so right that I didn’t pass it up. The little plastic bowl thing that I was using is still functional, though the plastic bothers me. It has served me well for twenty years! I think that I paid $5 for a set of six nesting canister bins all those years ago. The bowl and plate were interesting and made me smile. They add a dainty feeling to the consideration of each cup of tea. The lid has a different and very satisfactory clink than the tinkle of placing a sugar spoon across the plate. I found a teeny-tiny stained up and ancient Revere-ware pot so that I might sing to my water and feel it roiling forth from the bottom of the pan, reminding me to allow grounding energy to do the same from the bottoms of my feet. In paying attention to these things, I have become more aware of the sound and the feeling of my morning bare feet crossing the floor–even slowing down to feel each small muscle movement of foot and of toe. The beautiful wicker mat under the tea things on the top of the microwave came at a negotiated price, as it was a broken lid that someone had hidden, rather than admit to breaking a store product. I offered a price for it et voila!!! Texture and tea mat for me.
I am also well pleased that the copper bottom of the pot came bright and clean with lemon, salt, and a light rub and that my total cost for Sweet Nesting was under $5!!! I enjoy watching the Thyme growing on the windowsill next to where I enjoy my tea. I think that I feel best when I am grounded, especially in the kitchen. Life, Change, and Creation exemplified.
Oh. I got up this morning, feeling more physically and mentally able. This was good. I was in the car by 7:00 a.m. I was not even thinking (ok so I was) about not stopping to pray. The object this morning was the light that I wanted on the fields in the center of the Tree Place. An hour of sensory-filled shooting. Ignoring a common malfunction of the camera. Suddenly, a new glitch. I frowned at it, couldn’t get it to go off, so, I pulled out the battery pack to reset it per usual. The camera didn’t tell me no. I took some more shots the ‘normal’ way and then the odd error again. Ut oh! I thought to take out the smaller camera, the one that has served me ever so faithfully and well since 2006. I grabbed a few shots with it and noted it’s own increasing set of malfunctions. I just smiled at it. It was a camera known for the board going in the first six months, mine was only doing it now. I did have a wince of panic at the possibility of losing both cameras at once. Well, I can’t change it. The large camera was just handed over to me, so I’m not out anything but my method of talking back to my Muse. I’ll patiently await discovery of what might ail it. Off to Walmart to see if a simple set of new batteries might take care of the problem. The larger camera didn’t put one file onto the card, not even when the top stated that it was functioning. I did get a few shots from the smaller. It was, and still is, a very pretty morning here. I’m really glad to have had the urge matched with ability to get there.
“When I heard the sounds of soft weeping, I
searched far and beyond for the source of the
Above and below I searched.
Under and around I looked.
I peeked between and through.
Yet never did I find the source…until I
–Mary Summer Rain, Pinecones Autumn Reflections, Volume One of Pinecones and Woodsmoke
Still thinking about Kathy’s Grief post. Made it out for a walk this morning. Yay images! I came home and was pulled to grab the book and opened to the page. 🙂
Cleaning the house for a comfortable place to be.