It's been a while since I have written. I will admit the holidays threw me off schedule and I am struggling to bring myself back to a life of writing. I still dote on being whisked away in the creation of another place that leaps to life with the gentle touch of fingers on keys.
Presently, I am on day four of a twenty-eight day commitment to cleanse and detoxify my system. Thus far it seems to be all uphill. I am sure it will not continue as such. My biggest obstacle (aside from the absence of bread and cheese) was my love affair with coffee. I never fully understood its power. My greatest consoler in the midst of this trial is the pleasure I've found when my hands gently envelope a china cup, and I take in the aroma of tea.
It is so rich in diversity; white, green, black, herbal blends. They are warm, inviting, and comforting.
I am not committing to never indulging in a rich, bold mug of coffee. However, for the most part when I reach for my French Press I plan on filling the glass carafe with a healthful heaping of smooth, soothing tea.