ME, TEA, AND POETRY_Oh, Leane_I Wish I Had a River_A Fine Line
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ME, TEA, AND POETRY
Making my morning tea prior to sitting down at my writing desk is a favorite personal ritual. This morning I put the kettle on and while waiting for the water to boil, chose my tea for this morning of musing and writing. I chose peppermint for its power, lemon for its zest, and cherry for its sweetness. I placed the teabags in a small teapot I had purchased over forty years ago at a yard sale and smiled at the memories of those days which always leap into my mind whenever I brew tea in that teapot. The kettle sang, and I poured the boiling water into the teapot. The tantalizing aromas of blend...
Oh, Leane
Oh, Leanwww.onedoor.cceThe ceiling lamp flickered like a cliché horror film, casting an eerie light of uncertainty across the small kitchen. The walls were lined with shelves of pots and containers with suctioned lids, overflowing with lavender, mint, and ground tea leaves. Above is where my teacups neatly hung on hooks, on display like tiny trophies. Having collected them since I was about ten years old, the cups had earned a certain sentimental value that caused my heart to ache at the thought of losing them. Of all the cups, I had one favourite. One cup that had earned its own title of excellence, for it...
I Wish I Had a River
“Listen...” Mum grinned at me as she prepared to launch into her oft-repeated anecdote of my greatest embarrassment which simultaneously provided my sweetest memory of childhood:My parents,in addition to being two of the sweetest people on the planet,were naturists whose commitment to the cause of clothes-free living bordered on the fanatical.There was rarely a weekend or summer weekday when our doughty family caravan wasn’t parked in a field surrounded by similar vehicles,each of which had spilling from them naked people of all ages and more body shapes than newspapers or television acknowled...
A Fine Line
“Hi! I’m Rachel, I’ll be your stylist today.” A petite, pretty girl who had blushed when their eyes met, lifted her long thick hair. “So! We’re going short!” She’d come out of town, where no-one knew her, heart racing as she made the appointment, racing now as she nodded and handed the photo over her shoulder. “I’d like it like this please.” She held her breath in the silence, waiting.“Ok, no problem, just come this way and we’ll get you shampooed.”When she thought back to the start, it felt strange, like looking into someone else’s mirror. She was at home, a Thursday evening maybe, tv on, her...