Rona on Grey, Morning Ritual


Rona changed our morning ritual.

Really, she’s changed so many things on subtle levels,
and they are now becoming real as we move into them.


Finally got to weeping.

After a month of putting out fires, dealing with clients and issues in shipping in our business, and also slogging through some terribly blue days,
a friend posted a simple sadness thinking about her dogs not knowing
where she was if something happened to her.
Tears finally came, and they would not stop, so bouts of weeping as i did this or that.
Depression lifted quite a bit; crying does that.
Don’t hold back those tears… They are good for you..


Our morning ritual.
(Yes for now we are still using our Fiestaware while I wait to hear back from the CEO.)
I gave up coffee so Mitchell’s supply would last.
I don’t miss the coffee too much — though the non-coffee headaches lasted a 3 days!
I miss Mitchell brewing the coffee in the studio while I begin work,
smelling the skunky aroma, slicing a hank of ginger so thin,
and him bringing me my coffee-ginger-brown-sugar-gaot-milk coffee in a cheery mug.

But I’d rather he had it!

I love tea, and since I found the Teaspot
(Tracey Fletcher King’s art took me there)
I love it even more: Tumeric Herbal, Ginger Peach, Mango Tango, and Morning Mojo.

Funny thing, he is now drinking tea in the afternoon,
trying the teas I suggest and sampling what I haven’t yet
(you can order samplers of tea if you like).

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About dkatiepowellart

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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