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November 2009 
What do you want right now?
Posted on Jul 16th, 2009
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Laurie
Laurie
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for July 16, 2009:
A hot cuppa tea. Any time. Any place. A hot cuppa tea gives me at least ten minutes of quiet reflection.
Oh, there goes the whistle on the kettle!
Oh, there goes the whistle on the kettle!
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cute entry Laurie! i like it :)
My beautiful sister, Laurie, you should be hearing whistles everywhere you go.
Sounds great! I'll take mine in a tall glass with ice, if you don't mind. Here, try a tea cake, Grandma's recipe. She used to keep them in a cloth bag, (that's a flour sack, for those who remember) hanging on a nail, inside the kitchen door for those coming in needing a quick munch. Much like a cookie jar today, it was kept well out of reach of small hands and paws.
Good morning, Gabriel! I trust you are well and that your son (the one that bounced off the cement on his head) is doing okay, too. It's a beautiful day here in Crystal Lake, Illinois. Thursdays are writing days for me. Depending on what needs doing it could be articles, the HolEssence newsletter, or curriculum. Today it's the August newsletter. When I'm working from my home office I have lots of opportunities for tea (whoohoo!) and for tremendous involvement from upper-management. In this case it's the four-legged kind … here's a LINK to my crew!
Sandi -
I do remember flous sacks; we used them as dish towels. I'm afraid if I knew there were goodies waiting inside, that bag would be more of a flag … waving me down to tempt me. I'd probably just pull of a bit of floor, sit right down and have it at!
For real! Just sweep around me.
Gabriel - it was kindly pointed out to me that it was George's son who test-drove his head on concrete, not yours.
When my younger, handicapped brother, Anthony, was two years old I watched him fall out of his crib and land head first on the hardwood floor. I think it hurt me more than him. I used to carry him on my shoulders to the park at that time.
Little did I know that I would become his guardian when mom made her transition. He died at the age of 44. I miss him dearly. It's starting to rain on my keyboard, I better stop. Thank you for the reminder, kindred spirit.
Gabriel -
Anthony was very fortunate to have you as his Guardian Angel during his brief sojourn here. And you already know full well that you were tremendously blessed by his personal energy signature in your life. His touch is what has made your wattage even brighter.
Laurie ~
On a soul level, you and I are deeply rooted. You have said in your own way how I've felt about Anthonys presence in my life. Every morning as I prepare for contemplative prayer, I kiss a St. Anthony card and silently say, “Good morning, my beautiful brother, Anthony, I love you.
And as I daily enter this space with Anthony, you also will be there in the field for as long as memory will allow.
Gabriel -
I am deeply honored.
Tea is a meditation, yes! Life is a meditation that we share.
John - I like your thinking. By intent, life can be a living meditation during which we enjoy tea.