Thursday, February 29, 2024
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Tuesday, February 27, 2024
Monday, February 26, 2024
Rest
Libby, Abel, Cyrus and I headed north for an adventure in the UP this past weekend. It was at least a three mile round trip trek from the plowed parking lot down to the lower parking lot to the trail, across the bridge and around the island at the Lower Tahquamenon Falls. The boys did a great job with the hike, though Cyrus did tell me his legs got tired and he took a short rest on the way back.
Sunday, February 25, 2024
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Friday, February 23, 2024
Thursday, February 22, 2024
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Monday, February 19, 2024
Sunday, February 18, 2024
Saturday, February 17, 2024
Friday, February 16, 2024
Thursday, February 15, 2024
Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Landscape
Tuesday, February 13, 2024
Monday, February 12, 2024
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Thursday, February 8, 2024
Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Tuesday, February 6, 2024
Tea of Sadness
I have sipped the tea of sadness,
its leaves infused with jasmine.
I had tasted a hint of it before, blended and subtle.
Now, after the death of my sister,
I drink its pure, undiluted emotion.
I did not buy this tea–it was given to me,
regifted several times and almost discarded.
I thought I would not like it, so I left it
unopened and forgotten
in its black lacquer package.
It is aromatic and delicate,
brewed in boiling water, tempered with cool
so that it does not become bitter;
steeped to infuse the deepness of its flavor
but if left unattended, overpowering.
I find the pale, green liquid strangely comforting
its language as unfamiliar to my tongue
as the Chinese characters printed on the tiny canister.
Yet, it soothes the turmoil deep within,
this tea that tastes of sadness.