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These Three Cups

There was a bird singing so loudly it was almost disturbing. That could have something to do with watching the old Alfred Hitchcock movie, “Birds” before bed. Since watching that movie, I’ll think twice when seeing a row of crows perched along power lines! 😂

I found this pattern interesting and wanted to write about it last year, but it became buried during a season of inspiration. You’ll see two photos and the first one was taken last November. The second photo was taken last week and when looking at the two photos, 5 months apart, I was pleasantly surprised by the simplicity of the second photo opposed to the first one. My surroundings contain less, but life has more meaning including these three cups.

When our bodies roll out of bed, our inner self needs time to catch up and wants to be awakened gently. I start with a glass of water and if lemon is on hand, a generous squeeze is added to the water. I sit quietly to drink the water and will often meditate while holding the glass. Next is a cup of Taheebo. Taheebo is an extract made from the inner bark of the Pau D’ Arco tree and contains anti-bacterial and anti-fungal properties for immune system support. It’s a concentrate mixed with hot water and I always use this cup made of fine china with a crack in it to remind me how fragile life really is.

I sip Taheebo while reading and sitting in stillness, but you know it’s time to get down to business when the coffee cup comes into the picture. I generally know what part of the day I’m in by what cup I’m using.

When our world feels uncertain, it’s nice to have patterns that help ground us of what’s certain and for me that falls into place with these three cups.

Rest your eyes while I read this to you.

Feature Photo by Tom Crew on Unsplash

Handle With Care

I won my bet with Gary over the wreath from the post, Don’t Rush the Seasons. He said the wreath would make it’s debut by February 14th, but we’re nearing the end of March and it’s still not on the front door.

The wreath is more fragile than I anticipated. Reading the fine print on the box I learned it’s made from curled pieces of paper and is designed for indoor/outdoor use. It can hang outside in a covered area protected from the elements, but I’m not sure my front door qualifies as protected. It won’t do well in full sun, which living in Texas I have yet to see anything that does well with that.

It bothered me leaving it in it’s box, so over the weekend I unboxed the wreath and hung it on my bedroom door. It fancied up the entrance to my sacred space.

I’m not used to it there, so when walking by the door, my shoulder brushes against it. Then I noticed little pieces of paper on the floor and realized how fragile the wreath really is. If it can’t handle a little brush of the shoulder, how’s it going to hold up being outside in the elements? There’s a floral spray I can purchase to give it a protective coating to toughen it up for outside, but is that a solution?

I’m happy it’s out of the box and love seeing it on my bedroom door, but similarly to the flowerbeds in my previous post my front door remains wreathless for now. It shows me how fragile life is and if we took the time to read the fine print of life itself, I imagine much like this wreath it would say, handle with care.