“Wow, is this all for me, or to share?” I asked Ming. He’d poured me some fancy lemonade, two inches of it, in a cute little mason jar.
“All for you!” he said.
“Wow, extravagant!” I said. “Straight from the lemon teat. Or the sugar teat.” I sipped it. “Uh, did you shake it really good?”
“Yeah! I shaked it so good!” he said.
“Oh. It tastes not that sweet.”
“It tastes plenty sweet, to me!” he said.
“Oh,” I said, wondering if my mouth was malfunctioning, or I was missing a gene. “This isn’t what I need lemonade for. I guess I go for the ade, not for the lemon!”
We laughed. I took another drink. “Is this good?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s very good!” Ming said.
“Ok!” I said. The cute little mason jar was empty and cold.
I had been craving chocolate. “I want a ton of chocolate,” I told Ming.
“We have a ton of chocolate,” he said.
“No, but I can’t have it. I want magical chocolate that doesn’t mess up my body. What’s like chocolate but isn’t chocolate?”
“Uh…carob?” he asked.
We laughed and laughed. “Oh yeah, carob. Yeah, like that would help.”
I made some more poetry memes. Hopefully you like them. I guess it’s become addictive. Maybe we could call it prolific instead!
Yes, my best friend always said I was prolific. I think of prolific as a nice way to say obsessive, outlier, inappropriate, too much. Ah, love.
If you are suffering from feeling like too much, may I suggest some You Are Not Too Much cards? You can get comforted by them, and reminded of how a gift is a gift, not just a curse. Yeah, the coin has two sides. Thank you to the friend who had some mailed to me, so helpfully.
We had a beautiful Imbolc ritual. That’s one of my favorite holidays. This is the sacred cord I braided about community, collaboration, who we choose include as we co-create reality.
It was outdoors, distant, masked–four people total, including me and Ming. We had a fire, drew Brigid’s cross, bread and milk, gifts, directions, sweet words. I felt emotions–missed my mom and spoke of the strawberries of my homeland.