A full tea kettle always ready to whistle but not screaming. Perhaps I should like the heft of the kettle under my palm and fingers, enjoy the filling. Still I wish it were always full.
Also a silent person who puts the tea cup, with perfectly blended milk and no sugar, at my elbow, whom I do not thank but who knows I am thankful.
Beds that change their own sheets.
More tunnels.
I think maybe I would miss the snap of the sheets and the way I feel my mother is with me, at my elbow, watching every time I tuck a hospital corner. I would perhaps miss bobbing the tea bag by its string in the hot water, watching the swirls drift into the corner of the cup.
So I'll whittle my list down to one:
More tunnels to beautiful places.
And add one:
A yard full of mature maples and pines. I awaken one morning and there they are, standing in my yard like old uncles, hands shoved in corduroy pockets. They have always been in the room.
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I always feel my mom with me when making up beds too... my feeling comes most strongly when the sheet luffs to spread across the bed. Wish I was there to put a cup of tea at your elbow. You wouldn't have to say thank you - gratitude between such friends is always a byway.
i love that your mom is there, too, linds. come and give me tea any time. . .you're always supposed to be here drinking tea with kara. dear ones, my tea drinkers.
Old Uncles, I guess I are one now!
Feel like going out and standing under the trees.
Your Auntie however will never be old.
i think we (you, lindsay, me) need to plan a retreat sometime, where we drink many cups of tea together... seriously. i'm going to email or maybe even blog about my travels sometime soon.
Hi Kim!
The girls and I did the Totoro dance to make our flowers come up in the Pig Garden. I think it worked. Try it for your trees...it can't hurt!
T
Tea retreat, an EXCELLENT suggestion. when? Where? How soon should I wean?
and WHERE are you?
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