PMS Tea and Genuine Maple Syrup

The tea packages are tamper evident and moisture proof. Good thing too, as this precious cargo has resided in my stash for more than a decade. I've never tasted the stuff. Dandelion Root and Uva Ursi Leaf don't appeal to me. The power is in the packaging. On any one of THOSE days, when life is getting the best of me and I want some peace and quiet, I indulge in the thought of laying a package next to my keyboard, or moving all four to a strategic location in the cupboard that holds our coffee mugs. One of THOSE days when I want to hang one from the rear view mirror in my car, like a pine-tree air freshener, only more combative.

It is usually a day when, to put it delicately, I am less than my best? When being nice to me is like embracing a porcupine? Dangerous to the initiator of the hug? When I so badly need a hug? I am reminded of Elf, the scene where Buddy hugs the raccoon. I laugh.

I see the violence coming, but I watch anyway. Today, I laugh again at the simple off-beat childlike character. He's clueless and genuine. His love is sticky sweet like the maple syrup he lavishes on every plate of food.

Today, as I touch the unopened packages of PMS tea, I feel time rushing past too quickly. I think about the genuine unfiltered love offered by the movie character Buddy and the burdensome amount of real-life time I spent being a porcupine.

Today, it is time to pass on the PMS tea, not as a weapon of selfish indulgence, but as a reminder to accept all the sticky sweet hugs and genuine love life offers.

Rw

Will Ferrel plays Buddy in Elf

This is my 100th blog. I was going to start with that, but it seemed too big a risk. Now, I'm celebrating!

Then, I realize the software counts better than I, it is the 95th.
Now, I need a hug.
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