Sad here too. Greed, power, human suffering - collective abyssal pain. You are allowed. And I'm glad you can find comfort in ... brain just went a little dirty so not going to type it.
You are right about the words. Pie. I took a whole blueberry pie to my brother's grave this weekend (his first Earth birth day since he left). He had asked for the smell of warm apple pie baking in the oven when he was near the end and was being offered his favorites. Since the apple option at the Dutch bakery on the way had a crumble crust, I opted for blueberry with the crisp golden crust.
A slice would've done, but they didn't sell them that way. It was perfect.
My guess is you were going to say "comfort in rubbing yourself," which strikes me more as playful than dirty, but maybe you meant some other kind of dirt... I like the graveside pie tale, blueberry clearly the way to go.
“To sit with a slice of warm apple and a cup of old-school Joe, and you dump that shot of whole cream in there and the counter man, who’s been there since Eisenhower, gives you a smile, and you know America has done some awful things, but at least they got this one right.”
April may not be the cruelest month but it feels like the heaviest one sometimes. Hang in there!
For what it’s worth, I always look forward to your posts.
Sad here too. Greed, power, human suffering - collective abyssal pain. You are allowed. And I'm glad you can find comfort in ... brain just went a little dirty so not going to type it.
You are right about the words. Pie. I took a whole blueberry pie to my brother's grave this weekend (his first Earth birth day since he left). He had asked for the smell of warm apple pie baking in the oven when he was near the end and was being offered his favorites. Since the apple option at the Dutch bakery on the way had a crumble crust, I opted for blueberry with the crisp golden crust.
A slice would've done, but they didn't sell them that way. It was perfect.
My guess is you were going to say "comfort in rubbing yourself," which strikes me more as playful than dirty, but maybe you meant some other kind of dirt... I like the graveside pie tale, blueberry clearly the way to go.
Playful. Yes.
Sad with cream in it. Soft swirl
Bluetiful, 💙melancholy & resonating.
sad comes with a heart where I come from, sad and joy hand in hand, hands on heart about all you can do
Ain't it the truth, Josephine
I’ve been sad, too.
Me too.
🥛
Thanks Angela; a T.S. reference for TS. and yes there is always pie, coffee and cream and those buttery comforts.
It's nice to hear you look forward to me tapping on your shoulder
It's like asking someone "please tomorrow just don't breath, please?" Sure I will give it a shot but I'm pretty sure I will die if I do that.
The sadness of living helplessly on a blue planet as it's tearing itself apart.
John Lee Hooker in Boogie Chillen, "It's in him, and it's got to come out."
Sing those blues brother.
You’re so right about this:
“To sit with a slice of warm apple and a cup of old-school Joe, and you dump that shot of whole cream in there and the counter man, who’s been there since Eisenhower, gives you a smile, and you know America has done some awful things, but at least they got this one right.”
April may not be the cruelest month but it feels like the heaviest one sometimes. Hang in there!
For what it’s worth, I always look forward to your posts.
Beautiful.
Mmmm. Gonna try this heart rubbing thing. I could use a spot of comfort these days. Sending some peace your way, Tommy.
Twice apple pies have been connected to death but coffee and cream? connected to everything else every single day.