novel teas

Grief

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:23:56 -0400

Grief, you are a stranger, knocking at our doors
You aren’t welcome, but you’re making yourself known

Love is toxic

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 22:47:00 -0500

Love, it is toxic

I’ve let it in and held on tightly, given my all, fisted and ready to love

Love, it is toxic

I’ve opened wide my chest, only to be compounded down to scraps

Love, it is toxic

I’ve put it away, down the chute, forgetting all of my heart that went with it

Love, it is needed

My breathe is waiting, my eyes are closed, waiting for love to return

Love, it is absolutely wonderful

when it is right. when it is respected.

when it is cherished by both parties and not just one.

when it is not,

Love, it is toxic

Photos on the iPad

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 13:24:24 -0500

Photos on the iPad

When the pines are forest green They don’t always stay green Sometimes yellow becomes...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 23:43:41 -0500

When the pines are forest green
They don’t always stay green
Sometimes yellow becomes familiar
As hidden shadows hollow underneath

We find whispers from past
Advice, memories, adventures
A reason to gravitate, a reason
As if we could actually hear it

There comes a time to wake
But to what shall we wake to
When all that’s known is illusion
And illusion may not even know itself

Come, come to the waters
Where ocean meets golden stars
Sit beneath, upon swaying grass
And remember this, this will pass

A sky awaits, an explosion into the sky
Of hearts beating and releasing,
Releasing their gratitude that is due
To a Creator of earth, who created not sin.

Redemption will come, breath will breathe again
It won’t be a dream, how can a dream be a dream without a dreamer, and how can an illusion be an illusion without an object to allude to?

Photo

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 18:12:48 -0400

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Thu, 31 Mar 2011 15:48:00 -0400

Jean-Dominique Bauby wrote The Diving Bell and the Butterfly after a car accident left him in a coma and he woke up paralyzed everywhere except his eyes. One of his eyes got infected and sown up. With one eye left, a speech therapist helped this man communicate with one wink yes and two winks no. Jean-Dominique Bauby was the head editor of Elle magazine one day; the next day he was a vegetable. It is not only the story that made his book famous but what he wrote about imagination. Here is an excerpt:

“I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches the home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more of it is reduced to the ashes of memory. Yet since taking up residence in my diving bell, I have made two brief trips to the world of Paris…” -page 77

This is half way through the book and it continues. I am hoping leaving you off like this will make you go out and purchase the book.

And on a funnier note,

“Speech therapy is an art that deserves to be more widely known. You cannot imagine the acrobatics your tongue mechanically performs in order to produce all the sounds of a language. Just now I am struggling with the letter l, a pitiful admission for an editor in chief who cannot even pronounce the name of his own magazine!” -page 40