Tea Time

A few of my favourite teas that have been getting me through the days.

North Mountain Tea is hand-blended in Berwick NS. This is a blend of green and black teas.

A blend of green and black tea

Another one from North Mountain is New Scotland Breakfast.

An assortment of DAVIDsTEA is really rocking my tea experience.

Lemon pound cake

Cotton Candy

Looks at this Raspberry cream pie blend:

All the blends with Valerian are great for bedtime.

This Cold 911 worked really well also when I came down with the nasty cold virus that going around.

Right now I’m having chocolate macaroon tea. It’s delightful:)

Have a tea party!

Favourite Podcasts

Cold Case Files is a rehash of the popular TV series narrated by Bill Curtis. The podcast is narrated by the podcaster Brooke Gittings. http://podbay.fm/show/1241386674/reviews

True Crime Garage is a home brewed type of podcast. It’s down to earth and honest. The podcaster team of Nic and The Captain host the podcast. The Captain is a very talented musician who produces all the music. Obviously they are both passionate about true crime. https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/lists/beyond-serial-10-true-crime-podcasts-you-need-to-follow-w429955/true-crime-garage-w430023

The Hilarious World of Depression is a funny but serious podcast about the real challenges that come with living with depression.

https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/american-public-media/the-hilarious-world-of-depression

Check these out, a very cool listening experience.

Day and Night

Day and Night, Life and Melancholia

By Dawn Illsley

What kind of night

Damns you to restlessness?

Condemns you to sleeplessness?

Letting the dreary dive in.

The melancholy thrives at night,

It gets its life from the idleness,

The quiet, ticking of time,

Creeping by, so slowly.

Building up strength, its forces

No match for a broken heart or open mind.

Consider it all!

Why not?

Sleep is a luxury.

It’s bookended,

By the waking hours

We call life.

But life isn’t all that we desire.

It taunts and ridicules,

Steals and lies,

Throws away the truth for a facsimile.

Those who care seem lost.

Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,

Determined to rule.

When Darkness Comes

When darkness comes

When the darkness comes,

It blocks out the light.

Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.

A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.

Pours itself into my soul.

While it gasps for air and scratches for life,

My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.

Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,

Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.

I’m Awake

I’m Awake by Dawn Illsley

I’m awake.

Thinking of happy places.

Avoiding the dark ones.

The places I get lost in.

Some things I’ll never understand,

Including myself.

My reason for being.

Why hanging on is torture.

What torture?

Why Hang on?

When letting go is so much more,

When letting go is not giving in.

Giving in to what?

Maybe it’s destiny

Maybe it’s not.

Maybe it’s just right.