there is no life plan set, you just swallow the cold
and follow your breath until death.
now even if the will to sleep persists, I
can't 'cause a harsh cloth, it grazes my blisters.

This morning I woke up and I was overjoyed because mom had bought me french-vanilla creamer to put in my tea since i'm a baby and sometimes cant handle the full onslaught of India spice yogi tea. Therefore, I hadnt had this kind in months and was pining away because yogi tea is the only kind of tea we buy that has quotes on the bags and these always always always seem to be seamlessly and inarguably correct, to me at least, im sure some people would disagree but i would love to be a living, breathing manifestation of yogi tea quotes

anways today mine said

"share your strengths, not your weaknesses"

and i've actually gotten this shred of advice numerous times from my tea but i still shouted and danced around a little because its just so wise. and i decided to stop being all mopey-pity-me on my blog because that is not the part of me id like to share. i would like that side of me to shut up and go away. shoo

so yes, while i drank this tea i also cooked an indian breakfast for myself to supplement it (okay- it did come in an insta-cook plastic container, but it tasted spicy nonetheless.) and my mouth was contentedly ablaze and i looked out over my yard where the sporadic slants of sunlight lit up my green carpet lawn to be suited in stripes of white and golden sun and i began to feel like a middle-aged indian woman, plump and satiated with the fruits of life, wrapped in the placid, flowing sari of majestic hues, reminiscing on the days when i was a sun-tanned dark skinned skinny sinous child that flew beneath the heavy tree canopy and screamed the essential laughter of youth, skipping and kicking up dust under a full fledged and fiery-indian sun.

i have no idea if thats actually what it looks like in india. but i could feel it!

and im just so pleased that our feeling is mutual. thank you for reviving me

i love everything again!.. and only because (al)most everything is loveable.

silence is a lullaby too

i played thumb-war while driving today