The more Yogi tea I drink the larger my collection of teabag tag wisdom grows.
Yesterday's tags are about boosting your spirits and maintaining a positive attitude. This is always gracious and helpful news whether you receive it from a friend or by chance from the tag of your teabag.
And here they are:
Uplift everybody and you uplift yourself. Yes. Have you noticed how you smile when you're around a cheerful person? Why not be that person?
Meditation is the medicine of the mind. Of course this implies that you are meditating on things that are, to borrow the words of one Paul of Tarsus, true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy. "Think about such things," is his wise counsel.
Where are your thoughts today? Are you seeking higher things or just rumbling around in the same old trough of Same Old that got you into the doldrums in the first place?
The final tag in today's lineup is short and to the point: Keep up.
Find that positive beat and let it set the tempo for your day. :-)
Saturday, February 1, 2014
This little tidbit, allegedly from an old sewing how-to book, keeps surfacing.
The sad bit is that people overlook the great advice in the first paragraph because of what comes next. You should prepare yourself mentally for sewing. You're going to be using potentially hazardous and usually expensive equipment. And unlike knitting or crocheted projects, you can't just ravel away a mistake and have do-overs.
You cut that fabric wrong, and that's a done deal.
Good results ARE difficult when indifference predonimates. True for pretty darn near any endeavour.
Please note that in the 1940s spirit of things, I used the word endeavour. I don't know if I spelled it correctly, but there it is. I used it. Fits in so nicely with predonimates and lackidaisically.
But nobody notices that part. They're all off about the poor chick needing to make herself attractive so she can be free of the fear that a visitor, or even worse, her husband, might drop by unexpectedly. Making comments about her need to be powdered and lipsticked. And to have her French chalk near to hand. Making lots of comments about her French chalk.
In Ms. 1949's world, not everybody had a phone. No cellphone, no texting, no FB, no face time. Maybe not even a land line. Somebody well might just pop in on her, and then spread the word far and wide that they went to her house at 10 a.m. and she was anything but pulled together. There was no Twitter or YouTube, so people had to spread gossip the old fashioned way, but they got the job done, you betcha.
I, my 21st century self, like to be neatly put together before I sew.
Unfortunately, often once I've neatly gotten it together, I forget where where I put it.