1/7: Spice It With Love, Stir It With Care.

“Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.”

~ Minna Thomas Antrim (1861 – 1950) Philadelphia writer


Today I am thinking about my mom.


This is the 20th anniversary of her death day. And yes, it still hurts.


I still feel her around sometimes, and I think about her most every day.


I ask myself what she would do, in situations where I feel stuck, and I cook her favorite meals from time to time to bring her closer for that little while.


I miss her.


My mother was one who always did, indeed, “Spice it with love, and stir it with care.”


I thought of her right away when I read this poem.


Brew a cup, spice it up, stir it around, and a toast to bright eyes.


Bingo. Love you, Mom.


in peace,

Dina Kennedy

Your Trusted Authority on Untangling Energy

for your life, and for your business.


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