Deep Red, rich color
Shade of a liquid delight-
Thoughts have now been drowned
Staying focused on happiness, that my guests
Need for naught,
I turn to my glass,
Yet again, I’ve forgot
Me, myself and again
Have forgotten ourselves, as the time
Slipped on by
The party roars on, the energy firm,
My guests hold on to the night
Somehow I’ve tired and try to move on
My glass, now nowhere in sight
Is your glass half full,
Or do you see it half empty
A question we hear all the time
While hosting my life
And busy with them,
Can please someone
Pour me a wine?
…Moral of the Poem? Check your glass because it’s your life too. Have a beautiful week, my Dear Hosts and Hostesses!
Oh my!!!! And to think I held on to what was to be my most revitalizing experience ever. My recipe for a guaranteed sweat it out detox bath.
For 3 weeks I patiently waited for the moment when I had the ingredients, 20 minutes minimum required time, the quiet atmosphere, and a clean kitchen to sink myself guilt free into my potion of restoration. I opened up the faucet of my king size whirlpool and let the water flow as hot as it would come per instruction. I emptied first my jar of pharmacy bought Epsom salt, continued on with Baking Soda and closed with fresh ginger. Simple, easy. Hot, stinky.
The bath itself was actually quite uneventful. I fought to keep myself in the steaming bath with water dripping walls for the full 20 minutes. What I didn’t expect were the days that followed.
I have never in my life felt so awful! It was as if everything toxic went it, instead of coming out.
My head pounded for days, my bladder introduced me to a new level of pain. I countered the detox attack with thousands upon thousands of milligrams of Vitamin C, Cranberry pills, uva ursina, green tea, white tea and as a last resort….drank the baking soda mixed with a few shots of apple cider vinegar. Slept, woke, and visited the bathroom umpteen times in between.
Today, 1 week later I am fine again. I am back to drinking my wine that I so enjoy but feverishly tried to pull out of my body- back to enjoying an after dinner drink and by no means will ever “detox” again. Jesus must have turned water into wine for a reason. I have chosen to accept that. I have now found religion.