Well, Dream Kite flew close enough for this vignette. Oldest is in some kind of cooking competition and somehow walks away having done her level best which was indeed by far the finest in the lineup. But she did not get the Prize. I told her she had won it anyway.
So Mercury in Pisces Retrograde ended two days ago and I felt the Piscean veil in which I had so happily languished for these three weeks, lift and pierce me with the simmer of anxiety the last reveal of the voyage poured all over us. Mueller did not point an Impeachment Cannon Blast at our Great Embarassment. But the Report is out there simmering among us and Mercury is tracing forward upon the path it reconnoitered last three weeks. Its not over yet, dear friends, oh not yet. Last two nights I have found it hard to sleep.
So Spring has burst in me as well as out. I have cut my hair and it might just be a different shade of me. I have never known how to perfect “that finished look”. I just gravitate to what my oh so varying radar vain says at any given time. Sometimes I do not give a shit about how I’m seen. Then Vanity descends with new design and voila, I am engaged. Fashionista I could never be as comfort always rules what contains my body.
Designer whims which flash across the planet for a week seem dictatorial to me. We now revert to a time of true grotesque, the sixties PModern hard lined teeth cracking avo greens, aqua blues, cursed mustard yellows, and orange brick reds mixed in solids, or mixed stripes, or other artificial geometric prints. Dear Jesus, has creativity dried up so hard we reach to these atrocities for what to sell? As a child, and yes I am that old, this stuff just made me wince, felt opposed to beckon comfort. I have always ached for Earth’s raw shapes and textures calling me to rest.
My home is still wearing the shades of what was here before which some bright paint obsessor wielded with all the current trends I find so absolutely jarring. One wall of four a different color than the rest.
Did I say Obsessor? Ha. I want to rant about so much outside of my sweet sweet space.
Please excuse the fashion blast for those who find it glorious. I just do not and do not mean offense.
I’ll stop.
Might the lesson be to pulse the Light? Oh yes, indeed. That is the lesson of the Epoch.
Sunlight Golden, color loaded lit my view as eyelids drifted up from sleep. I am astonished at my view.
Tea With Me has a new Blog home. tea-with-me.com. As the teapots speak, so I wander. I may slowly migrate all the previous posts from harpoword.com, but then again, my meander might not.
Tea was Jasmined Green.
Ta.
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