Empty Cup

‚ÄčI stare at the dregs

Half dried
Sticky with remnants of honey
How did this happen?

Aromatic herbs
Honey for smooth comfort
A touch of sweet

Gone now
Did I drink it all?
I don’t recall

I took a few sips
Still fresh
Hot enough to burn
Waited for it to cool
And it is gone

Other have sipped
Have taken from my cup
With sweet words
and sly hands
They have gotten drunk
Behind my back
I am left with nothing

The dregs
A memory
Of the cup of tea
I made for me.

Starting Small

So it’s been ages. Maybe two or three. But here I am, thinking about my blog again. Wondering why I never do seem to be able to keep up with it. So instead of just contemplating, I am doing. (for once)

Lots of people I know are taking the time for November to post on Facebook about one thing they are thankful for each day.

NaNoWriMo and NaPloBoMo are totally a thing.

Why not combine them, and get a new habit started?

One new blog post each day, and my topic is already decided – what am I thankful for today?

That’s not so hard, is it?

So I’m starting small.

Today, I am thankful for hot showers.


I missed a post again yesterday.

Still not a failure.

Today has gone by entirely too quickly.

Dark comes too early.

Some things just take too long to accomplish.

Lists are good. They make it easier to keep track of things.

Purple is good too.

And rain. Rain would be nice.

Or snow. I could go for snow.

Suppose I will settle for ice cream, since snow is very unlikely tonight.

I like learning things.

And those are my thoughts for the day.