Tea and memories

I made tea for myself this Saturday morning.

I had taken the short walk to the little bakery down the street to pick up our daily bread and two apple strudel, and that called for some tea.

As I poured the water over the teabag the scented steam rose and woke a memory.

I, as a 7 year old, was taken back to a morning in my grandmother's kitchen, a big house just outside of Morristown, NJ with large gardens. I was always allowed 'grown-up' tea when I went to visit with her. She would always fill the hot cup of tea with warmed milk. There was a particular scent of that hot mix and to this day I will be sent back to those times when I smell hot tea with milk.

The power of 'aroma therapy' was, I believe, born out of this human ability.

ps, the apple strudel was very tasty too.

Note to Rachel - my dear friend, I cannot read your blog as it has been made private. I miss being a part of your progress. Hope you are doing well in your nursing classes.

Seasons of Change

The change had begun and summer of 2009 is shortly to become history. Was it a good season? It had its moments. Now I turn my thoughts to the next season of changes. Weather? Most certainly for that is without control on our part. Within life, I feel a change coming on for myself. It may bring some sadness but it is time to make these changes. I need courage and motivation to make these changes but made they must, else my own future will be bleak.

When faced with choices of a major proportion I tend to be introspective, examining all options, avenues and scenarios, then become motivated. Not all of my choices have been successful in my life but most have not been so devastating that I could not modify or overcome them. Still I fear failure (don't we all?) and my next steps, when they begin, must be carried out completely in their entirety.

I must give all this careful thought. The dangers are, one tends to fall back into the comfort zone of sameness even if that is where you do not wish to be.