Friday, March 25, 2011


Some day, it would be nice to wake up and get a cup of prefectly brewed coffee at just the right temperature. Hot, but not scalding. Swirls of steam rising prettily above the nice, clean pink rim of a porcelain mug. Then I take a purple laptop on to my yellow duvet with sparkly embroidered butterflies. I log into gmail, and I find something in there that will shake my world. Happily.

Maybe a love letter. Or a stunning offer for a writing assignment. Or a mailer informing me that I've won a great holiday somewhere.

It would be nice to wake up and catch a break of some sort.

There is a verse in the Tao Te Ching. I don't remember it verbatim but it says something along the lines that wanting withers the soul. I loved that imagery. However, I think that withered flowers may be past their beauty, but they somehow lock in a more solid truth.

Today is a day of slow withering. Things seem hard now. Maybe tomorrow, gmail will have seep the withering soul in.

1 comment:

vanderloost said...

Hmmmmmmmm! There's a piece of me. Logging in to gmail with agog anticipation........I can understand!!