Eccentric Tea Woman

  I once met a woman Who told me that the dead spoke to her. Was it a gift? I asked. No, she replied, but a responsibility Since the dead are the regrets That no longer have a voice. But if they no longer have a voice, I asked, Then how do they speak to you? By revealing a person’s weakness, she replied. Tears that slowly fall Are not normal tears But a wet reality Of what they have done. But should it be hidden? I asked To keep away the questions Asked for too long and too repetitive. The woman was gone -  A ghost of herself -  And all that is left Are my tears of regret. Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!

 I grew up with the idea that I had to please everyone. Bend over backward and don't forget to smile! So what if you have plans? So what if you wanted to stay at home and enjoy a quiet evening? Saying YES meant doing the right thing no matter what. Saying YES meant that my needs were not important enough and if I dared to question . . .  At times, it felt as though I had to ask permission to go out and enjoy myself. Do things that I wanted to do. And then one day, I learned about the word NO. No, I will not give up my plans tonight just because. No, I don't need anyone's permission to do whatever I want to do.  Funny how the people who couldn't accept me saying NO to them were the same ones who didn't respect my boundaries. Or even knew I had boundaries, mostly because I didn't speak up. I didn't tell those people - I really feel uncomfortable discussing this matter. Please find someone else who is more suitable. Or: Please call me before showing up at my ap...