23rd January, 2019 Wednesday
Tea is black with milk today and wind is surging. Cloud blanket has thinned to let that rare winter sun wash hinted colors through the monochrome of this Pacific Northwest January day. This house rises from its roots in ground as a challenge to the wind. The nights when currents rush the Gorge swirl the house and speak a song of change. I hear it.
I dreamt I was in the ring with my old horse trainer and she was telling me I needed to ride this horse and that I could even though I doubted it.
I asked. I got an answer. What the horse is I do not know. But I can do it so says my dream.
Time to find the feel good. Walking and Yoga. Good has taken root.
Evening now. As the wind whipped the early afternoon, the sun peered a spotlight on my lovely Wizard Boy. I do have a weakness for a lovely face.
Ta.
Tea With Me 