getting personal


Does the personal space we require suffocate the people in the world around us?

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an onion of a relationship

So the other day I was talking with my Dad and telling him about all of the vegetables I like while we were dreaming up our garden for the summer- that is if it ever stops raining so we can plant it!  I came to the conclusion I really enjoy eating every vegetable raw except onions.  I still have not became the biggest fan of onion.  My relationship with onions is kind of complicated- let’s say layered :]-  I know it has it’s role mixed in to many dishes, but still a raw onion is low on my list.

Then it happened.  The old saying be careful what you wish for came true.  A lovely witch doctor lady that works with my dad heard that I was fighting off the final stages of walking pneumonia.  She told my dad that I needed to boil an onion, cut it in half, then put it in my socks so it pressed against the bottom of my feet while I was sleeping.  Then it was supposed to draw all the mucus out of my body.
Well, I was sick of being sick, and so it was time to face my fears.  I pulled a raw onion out of the fridge and popped it into boiling water.  After 10 minutes I pulled it out, cut it in half, and plopped it into my socks.
I laid there laughing for a second then fell asleep.  An hour later I woke up sweating profusely and fell right back asleep until morning.   Morning came and I could have swore it was Christmas!  I was free of congestion!  It was the first time in a month.  Needless to say I have a new level of respect for onions… they’re going to make it into the garden this year 🙂

pea{i}r

Lets play truth or dare.

Working from right to left
Take a bite of my pear
Then share your deepest theft.
My teeth began to sink
into the juicy green pear,
and without one blink
It’s my time to share.
All in one breath,
My mumbles hit the air;
It was life or death-
“I think we’d make a great pair!”

midnight coffee

Lupe and I were sittin’ up late the other night drinking coffee and talking about life and I wrote this little poem about coffee and of course he made it into a sweet song.  The cords he uses are really folky and light hearted and happy.  Hopefully one day I can put a recording on here of him playing and singing it so you can hear it… Here is a taste of how he sounds. Now put that voice and talent to our new coffee song 🙂  Have a great Tuesday!

Rooster crows early morning, smell of coffee fills the room
I sit down at the table, see the flowers in bloom
She fills my old mug, the one from my granddad
We sit and talk about this world, all the good and bad

Coffee maketh the spirit bright
There’s no need to pick a fight
Grab a cup and stay awhile
Take us down memory mile
As we sip our coffee the truth unfolds
It’s the little things that heal the soul.

We move to the porch swing, coffee in hand
With each creek, we begin to understand
It’s all about the people that surround
It’s not deep or profound

Coffee maketh the spirit bright
There’s no need to pick a fight
Grab a cup and stay awhile
Take us down memory mile
As we sip our coffee the truth unfolds
It’s the little things that heal the soul.