Eccentric Tea Woman

  Marina stared at herself in the mirror, then practiced a laid-back and well-rehearsed grin. She turned her head this way and that, making sure that her dimples could be seen, then allowed the grin to fall from her face. She looked tired and worn out. However, she had a job to do, and damn it, she needed the bread. She took a deep breath and released it, then reached for her violin and tucked it under her arm as she left the small room for the stage. After ten years of endless practicing and concerts, of reading favourable and unfavorable almost hateful reviews, she wanted out of the music business. She had learned the violin because she wanted to learn how to play that famous song about loneliness by the Beatles. However, her teacher proclaimed that she had a natural skill and talent that shouldn't be hidden from the world. So she began her music gigs, solo and with bands, and at first, she loved it. Marina loved how people flocked toward her after the performance to purchase her

So, there you are. You're sitting in front of your computer, ready to work on a new novel or short story, or poem. Or, you're standing in front of a blank canvas as you hold your brush, ready to paint a new painting. You're filled with inspiration and you're ready to expel it out to the universe. And then, you put down the brush, move away from the computer, and start scrolling through social media. You get caught up in the drama of the world and how people are getting angrier and angrier. You discover a new game app that you have to download and play until you get to Level 27. You spend an hour looking at a friend's profile and wonder why they wasted time making posts about so and so. On and on and on, until you look up and suddenly, five hours have passed. No words on the glaring screen. No strokes of colour on the canvas. But damn, you made it to Level 27! This is what I like to call Lost In The Weeds. It's that time when you're supposed to be productive

Blue skies above me. no clouds, too perfect to imagine. the Blue Painted carefully, the artist has done this before when there was a demand from those who were blind. beyond the Blue: questions for one to ask ever and ever, down, down, up never-ending but my questions of the Blue are heard by the artist, hidden. do not ask his name. reality, a thin sliver of Blue. Viridian Tea Company -  Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!

  To this day, the song "Longer" by Dan Fogelberg makes me want to cry. I remember how when I was younger, just hearing the first notes would start up the waterworks. I couldn't explain it to people; I just knew that that song made me cry. Other songs had that same effect on me and I wondered if there was something truly wrong with me. I also noticed how gory/horror films made me physically ill (I threw up once after watching The Exorcist) and lingered in my mind for days. I couldn't sleep for fear that SOMETHING was going to get me. I can spend hours viewing a piece of art, picturing the artist and their process. The scent of an almond croissant sends me over the moon and I find it hard to come down to earth. And don't get me started on my love of TEA. Whenever I couldn't let go of a thought that was from an ill source, I had many people tell me to "just get over it" and "you're being so sensitive". As much as I wanted to let go of th

One drop of blood Is more than sufficient As a sacrifice among sinners And pagan saints. Purging all that is holy Gives up more room to defy the order And begin something new. Those that hold the ropes Claim they never wanted it to happen; Foolish mortals were never quiet. Inside of this In spite of this Denial of this, never that, Under frightful eyes With glass sharp tongues. Revenge is a cup of warm jasmine tea, sipped slowly, In case there was something missed. Forget all that has been learned And focus on what is here For there can never be another Time. Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!