Note to Myself No. 2

When I'm cold or frazzled,

feeling a hint of a cold coming on,

or just plain want a moment to center myself

and reflect,

tea always hits the spot.

The two drawers beneath the spoons and forks

are filled with tea cans with an assortment

of teas for every mood.

My bookshelves are lined with books for every mood.

Memoirs, cookbooks, coaching theory, psychology,

novels, gardening, poetry, family-law related tomes, 

books about writing (I've finally graduated

to actually writing, instead of just reading about writing.

books that my friends have published,

books featuring the works of my favorite artists,

how-to books explaining art techniques that interest me,

photography exemplars and technical info galore.

 

I'm usually reading more than one book at a time

or, if not actually moving between books,

have a pile of unread or partially read books

close to me, just in case I wrap something up.

In case you haven't guessed,

my emergency kit contains a stash of books

along with food and water.

Being without something to read

IS an emergency in my book.

I'm weird that way.