I didn’t surface until 9.30am in response to a very late night. After doing nothing much all day late last night I decided to clean and re-energise my crystal fountain. I haven’t had it going for about eight/nine months I had just shoved it into the spare room intending to get around to cleaning it. Well after eight/nine months it was a mess with calcification from the water on the crystals, so it was a very big cleaning job. When I was satisfied with what I had done, I happened to glance at the clock on the stove and it was coming up to 1 am and it then took me ages to get to sleep.
So a slow and lazy start to the grey and damp Sunday. To add a little brightness I made Pancakes with Blackberries and cream coupled with a black tea Yunnan Golden Tips. This is a smooth and very mellow black tea, a rich tea without being overwhelming in the taste of tannins. For you coffee drinkers out there this may be a tea you would enjoy. Without any additions of milk or sugar the tea flow like velvet over the tongue and doesn’t leave an aftertaste. TLeafT’s description is “a pleasing floral with a tinge of citrus, a spicy character and a bouquet reminiscence of cocoa.” A black tea so I went with my black and jade cup to round of a pleasant start to my day.
Winter has arrived but she has very fluctuating moods; clear, crisp and sunny, dull damp and wet, bitingly cold and windy: sometimes all in one day. My own personal barometer of winter is Khepra and how often he is coming into the house to sleep. Yesterday morning I woke thinking I was in a straightjacket, I had Serida in her usual position on the right side of my bed at upper back shoulder level and Khepra had come in during the night and settled directly opposite on my left. I woke up and I was pinned under the covers and as I tried to wriggle my way up neither cat wanted to move so I had to push straight up causing them to fall off the bed. Then of course I had to get into the kitchen to feed them because I had rudely disturbed them. Meanwhile Aurora is quietly sleeping on the footstool in the lounge.
It is soup and scones weather. I made a pot of Leek and Potato soup last night to accompany this I might bestir myself to make a batch of cheese scones. My plans; minimal movement, a little light house work, complete the book I am reading, get the fountain set up and get onto finishing my June Goddess.
My thoughts today are on the little pieces of our life we show others, in my musing I show those who read these words snippets of the whole, a little glimpse of my life.
“We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.” ― Libba Bray
And a poem I wrote back in August 2016
Connections
From soft, misty shadows they emerge
At first just a shape, indistinct
Gaining form, coming closer
Heart leaps with recognition
Familiar likeness
Becoming more distinct the closer they come
Then you see the strange, the difference
It is other
It is not you, meeting yourself
Tentatively reaching out, lips curve upwards
Matched by responding upward curve
Eyes meet momentarily
Unspoken words fill the space between
Warmth flows
Passed by, drifting further away
Shape forming, new, lips curve
No match, strange, turn away, pass by
Cold fog fills the space between
Connection and disconnection
Finding and not finding myself in others.
Blessing to all, may the little pieces of yourself you share with other come back to you bountifully, enhancing your every day with grace.
Image from my Virtues Album "Grace"
