
My pal, my psychic cat
has gone,
‘mourning period is over’
she returns to tell me
time to rescue & befriend
someone new
or is he going to rescue me.
Writer. Educator. Artist.
My pal, my psychic cat
has gone,
‘mourning period is over’
she returns to tell me
time to rescue & befriend
someone new
or is he going to rescue me.
On this Presidential Inauguration Day when so many women have been appointed to positions of power, esteem, including a 22 year old Young Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman, to speak overwhelms me with joy.
To see women finally rising deservedly to positions within companies given titles that actually mean something fills me with joy.
To know that the barriers that were placed before me when I was raising and supporting a family alone, now have holes punched through them, brings me joy.
To see the changes in American life that truly make a difference to intelligent women, makes me sing with joy.
To know more women than ever are starting, running, and succeeding in businesses they created, bursts my heart with joy.
Life has become a joyous marvel!
When it is truly time for a break, to tear myself away from the computer when the words are flowing so easily saying exactly what I want to say without effort or the delete button and to prevent sore back muscles and eye strain; I look over at my favorite teapot, a gift from a dear friend many years ago.
Yes, I tell myself with no argument from me in return, it’s time!
I put the water on to boil, and when it does, I use some of it to warm the pot, slush that hot water around its innards to heat the sides as well.
My mouth begins to water as my mind alerts me that a wonderful treat is at hand.
I empty the teapot, scoop a healthy spoonful of tea from the canister into the pot and pour in the boiled water, let it steep as the aroma tickles my nose.
No way will I filter out the true taste of my tea by using that horrible, commercial invention called a teabag.
Some people seem to think it took forever for year 2020 to finally be over. But I take exception to that. It seems to me that as soon as I turn the calendar to the next month, time zips on by in a flash; it’s the 5th, the 15th and when the 25th comes, forget it, the month is gone!
I find that I cannot keep up because time is passing by so quickly. I wonder if it is because I am immersed in my work, because I am content with my life or if there is a reason I haven’t yet discovered. But I know that time is zipping away too fast.