Eccentric Tea Woman

 ( The Sin of Abbe Mouret tells the story of a priest who loses his memory while struggling with a fever. During this time, he falls in love with his nurse, Albine, and the two become like Adam and Eve in the Paradou. This piece is my interpretation of what happens to Albine after the forbidden event) I am a flower. I am many flowers. I open my mouth and flowers fall from my red rose lips. They dribble down my shirt, down my skirt that covers not enough, and land on my dirty feet. I look up and see the flowers before me, surrounding me, beneath me, above me. They silently move toward me with a desire to create a new home for me. The home I used to have was ruined by him. He who loves me best. I told him that I had his child and he laughed at me. I ran from him because I couldn't bear his hypocritical laugh. The flowers saw me and took me in. They tell me that I never have to leave again. You shall never be harmed, they whisper through the bees that pollinate them. You shall be love

  Whitman tapped me on the shoulder and told me that I needed  to get over it. Why is everyone so miserable, he asked. You have it all and still you cry because it is  never enough. I looked into those old eyes (he was right, even for a dead poet) and made him a cup of tea. Well now, he said, perhaps you have made a new step. We sipped our sencha in silence among the leaves of grass. Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!

  drinking coffee for the 1827th time. a promise made by way of neutral glances. I want to remember this moment - here and now -  and understand that it is not fleeting by like they told us it would. coffee, hazelnut, and milk to remind me of this moment. you had nowhere to be as did I. the snow muffled every sound. a small sip that burned my tongue. your hand, resting on mine.  Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store!