‘so i dug right down to the bottom of my soul
to see how ice cream felt.
yes i dug right down to the bottom of my soul
and i tried to melt.’
~ ‘nothing’ a chorus line
today’s yoga meditation was about there never having been a storm that hasn’t passed. and about being able to melt like snow and see what transformation can happen after the hurricane, twister, or whirlwind settles. to just sit and be with that little pocket of calm and peacefulness. and then look back with a fresh attitude.
after yoga i decided to rummage through some old boxes on this snowy day.
i discovered a bunch of memories and treasures! you can’t beat finding old embarrassing pictures with #braceface and silly high school memorabilia (for any pcds’er reading this… our fresh mint tshirt: double the freshness double the fun! yup stillll got it).
that feeling of nostalgia that rushes through your tummy is like a thousand butterflies tickling you with their wings!
i ended up stumbling upon some notes and love letters that a special human wrote a while back. i don’t speak to them anymore. we went through our own blizzard but they were a necessary part of the 31 flavors of my life.
while it’s taken me awhile to melt like baskin robbins mint chocolate chip ice cream (my fav ) i am extremely grateful for the time we shared. they will forever live in one of the little rooms in my heart and stay with me as i walk forward.
this poem they wrote really tickled me pink and brightened the gloomy day outside.
i thought it should be shared;
cabbage always has a heart;
green beans string along.
you’re a tomato,
will you peas to me belong?
youv’e been the apple of my eye,
you know how much i care;
so lettuce get together,
we’d make a perfect pear.
now, something’s sure to turnip,
to prove you can’t be beet;
so, if you carrot all for me
let’s let our tulips meet.
don’t squash my hopes and dreams now,
bee my honey, boo;
or tears will fill potatoe’s eyes,
while sweet corn lends an ear.
i’ll cauliflower shop and say
your dreams are parsley mine.
i’ll work and share my celery,
as long as you are mineee.