I so needed a good cup of tea. Usually I don’t drink tea at work, opting for diet cola or water for my midnight shifts but it had been a long rough night, or at least it felt like it, and I had a half an hour before my co-worker relieved me and I just wanted a good cuppa. Fishing in my drawer, I randomly chose a bag of tea: Stormy Night. Stormy Night indeed! Perfect. I took a photo. That would be my daily haiku today. Nothing profound. Simply a nod to a moment in my day. The tea had been passed along to me by the daughter of the co-worker who was relieving me so I told her about it. We had a good laugh. And I told her all about my shift. Then I mentioned how I had left home for work in a torrential downpour but two streets away it was simply a spattering of rain. “That should have been a sign,” she said. I agreed as I put on my raincoat. I love my raincoat. I bought it last year on our Arizona trip to visit my son and his hubby. It makes me smile, not only at the memory of that visit but also because I bought a raincoat in Arizona of all places. The irony! That explains why it was such a good deal I guess. Walking out of work into fresh morning air, past the parade of pink and purple petunias by the entrance, felt so liberating. The best part of a tough shift. I dropped by my friend Louise’s house to pick up a local magazine she gets for me. She had mentioned something about a ‘dragonfly moment’ too as a nod to a recent visitation I had from a friend. A large plastic bag hung off her mailbox. She had gifted me a lovely pillow with embroidered dragonflies. That will be tomorrow’s haiku and photo. And likely my blog. I was beginning to shed the rough shift. Another delicious cuppa at home, this time Pear Cream Ceylon and climbing into sheets sprayed with the enticing scent of ‘Fairies Breath’, and the shedding was complete. I could finally relax. After I woke up, I was chatting with my hubby Rob and I asked him about his day. “It was a stormy night…day,” he said. And I cracked up. He had no knowledge of my Stormy Night tea and isn’t on instagram where I post my haiku and picture. All I had briefly said to him when I got home from work this morning was that it had been a rough long night. He had been referring to the weather, rain on and off all day, and 'night' had just been a slip but I thrive on such moments. To me they’re moments of connection, of the universe, or something somewhere, playing games. If I put them in a story they’d sound contrived and unconvincing but in real life they’re simply delightful and they tickle me. My friend Linda once sent me a dark blue glazed ceramic fridge magnet with a phrase on it: Friends weave invisible nets of love. Isn’t that lovely? This idea that there’s a web out there ready to catch you if you start to fall? That’s how I see the little ironic moments or apparent ‘coincidences’ in my life. A way of remembering that we are all connected in some way somewhere beyond this seemingly mundane moment. Day 248 #365daysofsybwriting #365daysofhaiku Busy midnight shift get through with the perfect tea Stormy Night for sure Day 5 of Effy Wild's Artfully Wild Blogalong
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Gina Maloney
9/6/2021 12:21:12 am
This is just lovely - how all of it came together in the universe. I raise my tea cup to your haiku. It is perfection.
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Susan Renshaw
9/6/2021 07:06:46 am
Perfect haiku!
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9/7/2021 05:08:40 pm
sounds like you were surrounded by serendipity! how lovely!
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AuthorWelcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world. Categories |