Thursday, October 27, 2016

In the Cup Today

In the cup is Yunnan Purple Buds, an organic black tea from Rishi Tea.
A small sample was purchased at the NW Tea Festival earlier this month.
I did enjoy it.  
It was a nice, simple, and quite smooth black tea.
No pretentiousness, just a good organic black tea.
It would be lovely plain or dolled up with milk and sugar.

Here Joey is peeking out from his daily cocoon.
He knows it is tea time.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Hazel Hall Poetry

A friend introduced me to Hazel Hall not long ago
and I thought you might enjoy.
The flame still burns brightly.

Beauty streamed into my hand
In sunlight through a pane of glass;
Now at last I understand
Why suns must pass.
I have held a shadow, cool
Reflection of a burning gold,
And it has been more beautiful
Than hands should hold.

To that delicate tracery
Of light, a force my lips must name
In whispers of uncertainty,
Has answered through me in a flame.

Beauty is the core of fire
To reaching hands; even its far
Passing leaves a hurt desire
Like a scar.
~Hazel Hall

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Tea Pourer In Training

 My grandson came for a visit a few days ago.
He had been asking me to learn to make tea.
Why you might ask is there a cookie cutter there,
well he chose that for our decoration.
 He is learning to pour quite nicely.
There was one cup for D and one for me.
 He says he wants to go with me to my tea group.
There will be more practicing.
Probably more sipping and nibbling yet to come.
 Those grapes were his choice for a snack with the tea.
 He is learning to be a tea pourer for sure.
Very little was spilled.
Then he said he was tired.
Oh that pouring of tea does tire one so.
 A little more tea and then time to play.
For a four year old he did very well.
We will be pouring more tea on another day.
In our cups was Post Alley Cappuccino,
a flavored Rooibos from Perennial Tea Room in Seattle.
Rooibos herbal teas seem to work well for the little ones
and he was quite delighted with the flavor.

Linking to Bernideen at

Monday, October 24, 2016

Notes from the Garden

Haiku written as I thought of the gifts in my garden last night.
Yesterday my "live-in gardener" was down on his knees planting crocus.
Yes, it is that time of year.  I asked him where he got the bulbs.
A neighbor had given them to him and in the garden they went.
The pink azalea was a gift from one of my mother-in-laws friends
at her memorial; so it reminds me of her when I see the pink blooms.
The fig tree was a house warming gift from friends.
This very unusual purple geranium was brought
home as a twig from visiting a friend's home.
Yes, I think of her each time I see the now two plants.
The delphinium was started by my aunt before she died.
Each year they come up from the ground in the very same week that she passed away.
 The calla lily's came home in a box from my sister's garden in California.
They remind me of my time growing up in California,
as we often had them in the garden.
 The daisy's came from a friend's garden.
The anemone's were a gift from a young boy in our church.
There is a small lilac in the garden from a high school friend of my husband's.
Now I am almost sure I have forgotten something here,
but doesn't friendship just add flowers in our garden and our hearts.
Full of love and memories.

Friday, October 21, 2016

You are Brave!

Photo taken today of a "brave" woman.

Someone recently said to me "you are brave".
It took my breath away.
Me, brave?
I didn't think so.
Women I consider brave are those that care for an ailing spouse
or child and still have a smile on their face.
Or those that struggle to put food on the table for their family.
Or that suffer through debilitating illnesses.
Now those women are brave.
Me, I am just a woman trying to live life passionately
and have a smile on my face each day.

How do we live passionately with a smile on our face?

1.  Frame of mind.  Surround yourself with what makes your heart sing.
Stop at a flower shop or even among the flowers at the market,
just take in the beauty for a few moments.
Light a candle, sip a bracing cup of something warm.

2. Journaling.  How do you journal or do you journal.
The journal could be just making a collage from pictures from a magazine
if writing isn't what comforts you.

3. Play.  Dress up, go for a walk, dance in a tutu. Find opportunities to laugh.

4. Pray.  Silence is sometimes a prayer.  How do we pray?
How do we tie our dreams together and bundle them with a prayer,
then move forward?

Some thoughts that I wrote down sometime ago and came across this week.
A good reminder to myself and I hope maybe something will
be of help for you.

Happy Weekend, dear friends!

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Breathe and Find the Light

Breathe in Light
Breathe out the Darkness

Some days are just this,
to breathe in the light
and out with the darkness.

My word for the year has
been well chosen for the way
our world is right now.
We must focus on the light,
always the light.

There is something that draws
us to that black crow,
but we must find the light.

 Noticing the morning light
and breathing.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Roses from the Garden

"A rose was one of the few flowers, he said, that looked better
picked than growing.  A bowl of roses in a drawing-room had a
depth of colour and scent they had not possessed in the open.
There was something rather blowsy about roses in full bloom,
something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair.
In the house they became mysterious and subtle."
~Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The images of those words and the pitcher of roses from my garden
just made my heart happy.
The sun is shining this morning outside my office window
and that also makes my heart happy.
Oh for the sunshine of Autumn, it sings to my soul.

Notice what you notice and go out and find what makes your heart happy.