Tonight is a cup of gypsy cold care tea (elder flower, yarrow flower, peppermint leaf, hyssop, and a blend of spices) and Rumi poetry. I had vegetable soup for dinner. I feel the cold creeping up my throat, tickling my nose, pressing on my head. This cold came calling about a week ago and I thwarted it off with a concoction of onions, garlic, and cayenne pepper. Guess it's ready for round two, and I'm sure it's stronger this time.
Over the weekend I went to an Emilie Autumn concert in Austin. I'll have pictures posted soon, although I didn't get many because my camera died. Arg.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, but my sweetie has to work, and who knows what kind of shape I'll be in. He may come home to me tucked inside a blanket with Kleenex up my nose. Tres sexy! Tomorrow's also the start of Michele Fischer's Spreading the Love Challenge. The goal is to write a poem for a stranger everyday in February.
And I leave you with these words from Rumi:
Love is the way messengers
from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the mother.
We are her children.
She shines inside us,
visible-invisible, as we trust
or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.
xo
Over the weekend I went to an Emilie Autumn concert in Austin. I'll have pictures posted soon, although I didn't get many because my camera died. Arg.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, but my sweetie has to work, and who knows what kind of shape I'll be in. He may come home to me tucked inside a blanket with Kleenex up my nose. Tres sexy! Tomorrow's also the start of Michele Fischer's Spreading the Love Challenge. The goal is to write a poem for a stranger everyday in February.
And I leave you with these words from Rumi:
Love is the way messengers
from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the mother.
We are her children.
She shines inside us,
visible-invisible, as we trust
or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.
xo
