Poetry, Pre-op Prep, and Pudding"

Soaking Away my Sins

Surrendering to sleep until seven-thirty am

Sweet relaxation!

Simultaneously staring at the streaked shower glass

Soaking in a salty mix of Epsom salts and frankincense

Waiting the twenty minutes it takes for hopeful detoxification

Sweating it out while sipping on cinnamon-laced ACV tea

Striving for Nirvana

Wanting the pain, to disappear down the drain

As it takes the salts, poisons, and sins with it.

I have to say, I did feel a sight better after my little bath this morning and from there I commenced to partake in a new twist on a borrowed recipe from Nutiva for breakfast-but the only part of the recipe I used was the basic chia pudding, this time it set up properly and other than a strange sort of mouth- feel from what I supposed was the type of coconut milk I used, ( I used So Delicious Brand Culinary Coconut Milk) it was pretty good! To that, I added some flax, frozen blueberries, and some coconut-chia granola and it was a yummy, breakfast pudding indeed!

My first proper chia pudding breakfast bowl.
Not the required canned, full-fat coconut milk

After a teary night last night because I was feeling so out of sorts, I’m hoping for a better day today. I’m trying to detox and prepare for my pre-op the best I can and part of that is getting the house ready for me coming home and not being allowed to bend over or lift heavy items. So what I’m supposed to do if put the things I need to use every day at eye level, tomorrow I will wash the bed sheets and tomorrow night, I will shower with the special kit containing the only soap I’m to use (you have to scrub from chin to toes for two minutes) and then crawl in a clean bed after also removing all of my jewelry.

Thursday morning I will be up rather early to arrive at the hospital by 5:30am, I think surgery is actually scheduled for 7:30am. I know I’ll be in good hands but I can’t stop thinking about all the what-ifs. They are messing with my spinal cord after all, as well as replacing two of my discs in my neck, I literally will never be the same after that. (Hopefully, I will be better!) Maybe I’ll be stronger, pain-free and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound…oh wait, that’s Superman. Oh well, I’ll be more like the bionic woman by the time I have a new neck and a new knee!

I’m still feeling blue about the issues mentioned yesterday, yet I will strive for relaxation and try not to think of things that cause me guilt and sorrow and pray that after my surgery is behind me I can once again find the true joy of Christmas, which is having my WHOLE family together and that the gift-giving thing resolves on its own.

(Ugh! I just realized I never hit publish on yesterday’s post! I will post it first-then I will publish this one. Sorry folks, my bad.)

(If you click on the link, you can see the original recipe from Nutiva)

Day 200- Flash Fiction Friday-Gone Too Soon

Flash fiction is described as a short story between 300 and 1500 words.   img_0777 In light of that, and the recent events that have taken place, i.e.; my husband losing his aunt this morning, further complicated by an invitation to happy hour at Frijoles (thanks to my brother) my submission will be short…if not sweet.

Raking leaves was one of Millie’s favorite “jobs”, she loved to get a pile raked up and just as she was finished, her two brothers, Greg and Tommy, would jump in, spreading leaves in every direction. How could she know at the time, that her life would end the exact reverse of that, accumulating a wealth of love and knowledge, just to have it erased, bit by bit, until she did not even recognize her own two brothers, much less the well wishers that visited her at the nursing home’s rehab facility.

Millie’s life began in a small suburb of Houston, having been adopted by a couple looking to improve not only their lives, but those of the southwest area of Houston. One in seven hundred children in the US are born with Down’s Syndrome, Millie was one of the fortunate few. The Cowart’s other children, Greg and Tommy, seemed perfectly normal, except for their propensity for large leaf piles. Millie’s life was an also happy one, save for the difficulties those with Down’s syndrome experience, like the short stature, facial deformities and “accelerated” aging. Yet she got along with her brothers just fine, and they adored her in return, protecting her with a fierceness.

In her 26th year, Millie’s family started noticing a change in her, like the inability to locate everyday items like her hairbrush, or her beloved coffee cup. Before long, she could barely recall the names of her kitty cats, much less her important information-previously she could rattle off her drivers license at the drop of a hat. Her mother became more concerned when her appetite decreased and she cried all day for no apparent reason.

Unfortunately, Millie was all too well informed of the details regarding her disease, including early onset Alzheimer’s, therefore she had her parents secure a do not resuscitate order with her lawyer and physicians in charge of her care about the age of twenty. When the situation became so dire that Millie forgot how to eat, her parents sought the aid of hospice to make her comfortable and her brothers stayed close by in case she needed them. She was placed in a rehab ward of the local nursing home Healing Hearts Nursing Facility, where she received the best care possible.

Millie passed from this life to the next with her family by her side, flowers and balloons on the side table and shelves of her tiny room at the nursing home. She was 28 years young. Her parents knew how rare this occurrence was, so they set up a foundation in her name, hoping to educate others dealing with Downs’s Syndrome that the possibility existed for their children to become angels at an early age. In 1990, the Gone Too Soon foundation was born, Millie Cowart being credited as founder.

I Had No Time To Hate Because

by Emily Dickinson

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

(Millie’s favorite poem, picked out by her and recited at her funeral by her brother, Tommy)


(This is a work of fiction, any similarities to events or real life incidents are purely coincidental)

3LineTales-#42. Oblivian


This post is for the challenge Three Line Tales #42 of which this is my first.

Monolithic columns stand guard
Cobblestone steps line the path to the stairs
Of an optical illusion to the end.

Day106-IBMC#8-The Nursery Rhyme Challenge

The Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge number 8: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge.


“You will pick a nursery rhyme and make a new interpretation of it. You are free to make edits to that rhyme and then give it an interpretation. The only ultimate restriction is that there has to be a rhyme and a new context to it.”

Old rhyme: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star


New rhyme: Writer writer, pen in hand

Can you craft new words from sand

Dream up something bold and new

Find the star that’s born in you!

I took and old rhyme and gave it a new twist about how hard it is to be a writer, pulling words out of thin air to craft something fresh and interesting and become famous for it.


Day 102-IBMC#4-Haiku

It is time for part four in the Incredible Blogger’s Marathon Challenge and I am supposed to interpret a Haiku. Ugh! Well, I will try, even though poetry is not my strong suit.


I am to choose one of the 5  given Haikus and either build a story around it, continue it with your own or interpret it in your own words.

I chose number four: love lasts for a while-when the while is forever-forever looks a while

My interpretation is that marriage is supposed to be forever, loving each other as long as you are together, which seems like forever, because it is in the life of the relationship. Does it feel like forever, no, because you are in love.