Morning Coffee
Let's Talk Tea:
After I fed the cats and made my morning coffee I decided to make some iced tea for the day. That is very normal, it is something I do pretty much daily. So, while my coffee cup sat on the Keurig waiting for me to take it in hand and enjoy, I filled the kettle and reached up to grab the Lousianne, and I looked around at the kitchen, feeling pleasure in the clean floor (because I had run the Rumba late last night) and was not picking up little granules from the floor on my soles. I took out 3 family-size bags, wrapped the little tags together and placed them in the pitcher. Screeecccccchh.
At this point I notice that one of the bags has come apart on one side, at the staple. thereby dumping teagrounds in the pitcher, and (I notice as I take a step back) all over the floor in front of the stove, where I am standing. Thus forcing me to notice all the little granules, or TEAGROUNDS I am now picking up on the soles of my feet. ARGH!!
Of course, I stop all I am doing and sweep up the tea, off the floor, before I can even begin my day with coffee
So this brings up the question, as I retrieve the coffee I have not even had a sip off of yet: Do I REALLY make up my own world, as I move through it as the Matrix mindset suggests? Oooooor are there little gremlins haunting my day to ensure that every little step is a trial? and an assault on my senses?
Lately, I have begun to call this 'RESISTANCE'.
The new agers seem to think I have implemented these little instances to sabotage my every movement and prevent my smooth sailing through the surf of my life, minute by minute.
The religiousity-ers suggest that dark forces are assailing us in the minutae of our daily life to sway us from focusing on God or forcing us to focus on God, whichever way the current trend seems to run, and which also seems to depend on the denomination or sect of each viewpoint. The point of which seems to be a constant battle between good and evil. Or Our higher and lower selves.
And these are the thoughts in which I now begin my day. Talking tea.
I think I need a Shepherds Chapel , now, because I am trying to align these thoughts (or doubts) within my new mindset and In this grand new awakening that has me focused more on gratitude and abundance than lack and need. and resistance to my smooth sailing throughout this magical world I always believed to exist.
What say you? Any insight into the teagrounds on my nice clean floor?
Or, as I notice when the tea has steeped and I now find 4 teabags in the pitcher rather than the three I chose to include, was that an ancestor alerting me to the fact that there were too many bags and I didn't need them all? You know, before I replaced the broken bag with a new one?