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A stream of consciousness about slippers and tea maybe

Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves I'm just thinking about a room of my own (an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next to my bed) I'm happy imagining choosing some intensely patterned yet pleasing on the eye armchair (don't tell the algorithms) and having nonsense items within reach. I'll definitely read all those books I have intended to read once in that room, I don't think I'd fit the 8 enormous boxes of mixed media craft stuff I own into there though, but I could decant mood boxes and toddle off to create mini masterpieces I'll meditate daily and work on my biceps at the same time, somewhat impressively I'll figure out song composition and share something with someone I happen to strike up a conversation with who'll turn out to be someone famous... Hang on, I'm carried away. Mostly I'll just sit, responsible for nothing but my own thoughts or lack of them should the mood suit. I'll likely experiment with different varieties of tea, read the Guardian and own the World's best pair of slippers (I like furry boot ones) The make up mirror I have with all the lighting options will be resituated into my room and I'll (obviously and innately) acquire the skill to upcycle and have a restored 1920s dressing table (I might swap the furry slippers for something more authentic when sitting there) And if I want to be revived, I'll do a perfectly elegant stretch and feel a sense of calm and alignment with everything I am. I'm unhurried, cocooned, creative - I'll put songs on repeat until I'm entranced and of course nothing can harm me. It's a shame that the outside world knows all the ways in. That I'm all thought and little action (it's my birthday soon - maybe I'll put 'best slippers in the world' on there). I could finish books and start books. (I love sitting in chairs and sometimes 'try' several if in an historic pub or antique store - I've yet to find the chair that is waiting for me though). I'm losing my track of thoughts... I already have the best cup for my tea (I actually own about 5 tea sets after a phase but it's not one of those) it's a china mug with a 'dandy' lion on. I love him and his flowery mane. He doesn't care what anyone thinks. I've just made decaffeinated Earl Grey (I have previously experimented with all the teas, I know what I like but I like the idea of having so few worries that I'd use my time to sample teas) And this isn't a poem and I haven't got a sense of myself, other than it's somewhere in a quiet space that is precisely intentional yet wholly on a whim. Where lingering is being productive and nothing is 'too much' because I don't measure nothing by any external standard.
Dropping out of the space we occupy For a moment of infinity Is where Heaven helps us

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Date: 11/20/2024 7:40:00 PM
Indeed - great train of thought - superb train of thought - it's not the tea, nor its dalliance in daydreams - but that simple sip of peace, no matter its bouquet...
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Date: 11/20/2024 11:04:00 PM
Other people's consciousness is probably akin to tea. Thank you for the compliment on mine. It's important to assess oneself before stepping into spaces that might disturb your own peace, particularly when resilience is low.
Date: 11/18/2024 11:51:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful write/story. What a great ending. A cup of Earl Grey tea is for me... Have a blessed day writing away...............
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Date: 11/18/2024 2:24:00 PM
I had a dalliance with Ceylon but Earl Grey is my favourite and I can tolerate English Breakfast. I think I may have forgotten many of the others now. Thumbs down for Lady Grey and pretty sure I wasn't impressed with Darjeeling. Oh, white tea with vanilla - I might try that one again! But I don't like green tea :)
Date: 11/18/2024 3:15:00 AM
A fascinating experiment...the mind allowed to roam without boundaries, wandering off into the real and unreal, the slippers almost becoming an anchor that holds the poem to some kind of gravity. This poem tests the readers preference for structure and meaning...in the end you just have to let go and enjoy the ride. Still on board DD. Take care, Paul
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Date: 11/18/2024 3:38:00 AM
Haha that must have taken some good intentions on your part to hold on til the end, think I slid off a couple of times myself! I have found letting these kinds of meanders out in the past quite enlightening and often lead to other things. The benefit of Poetry Soup is how quiet my little corner can be and the freedom that brings. Usually the after effect is something with structure and a central theme but I might carry on with words requiring dedication haha I'll see how the wind blows :) I appreciate your visit x

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