Power
“Mhmmm. Slightly bitter,” Urania noted.
“Warm.” Calliope wrapped her fingers around dogs in yoga poses.
Thalia ran her tongue across her upper lip. “Creamy. Where are the scones?”
“No scones. Let us be grateful for the cuppa Joe that now feels like an indulgence instead of a right.” Urania smiled at Thalia. “Will you please add that to our list of #cancergifts? New found appreciation for what once was commonplace.”
Words from Typist:
Jack H. — When I looked up cuppa Joe to make sure the J in Joe should be capitalized, I came across a suggestion that the phrase might have a naval origin. You might find this interesting?
In “C” news, I’m feeling almost normal with the exception of those unique firework sensations in my spine and ribcage that I experienced in Michigan? I’m more than a week post-shot so I’m not sure what that’s about. 🤷🏻♀️ Also, mouth sores are sprouting, but not so bad.
This morning I read a poem about Resignation in The Book of Qualities by Ruth Gendler. Resignation never says what she wants. I’m aware she and I sometimes walk together, holding hands.
I wonder.
When I notice… Can I invite Acceptance of Circumstance to join me, leaving Resignation behind?
Then, will I feel empowered?
To make a conscious choice?
To act, or not to act?
To say what I want?
I really appreciate the quote from Ruth Gendler’s book about Resignation. My sense is if my self talk focuses on “not good enough” themes, resignation results. And once that happens, I take its hand unwittingly. As if to be comforted! Thanks, Gail.
Good Morning Gail... glad you are enjoying your Cuppa Joe! Small things that make our day! What do you mean no scones? I am with Thalia on that one!
I am full of awe in the daily messages you send each day. The gentle reminders of just how one little thing can be do wonderful. As Bobby would say “Finding the wonder”.
About resignation and leaving it behind. I love how the author just holds hands with it.
Wishing you a peaceful Saturday.