For Christmas, my brother Dave & his wife Therese got me this wonderful tea mug. It takes both hands to hold, it's so big. And it is absolutely unique, no two are exactly alike because each is manipulated by hand. As I hold it, I can feel the dents from the fingers that originally pressed into the clay.
Right now the 'buddha bowl' is filled with a totally relaxing blossom tea... chamomile and pretty blue cornflowers, with peppermint and lemongrass. Ahhhhh.
I needed a special yoga practice tonight to help chase this heavy feeling from my limbs. All day I felt I was walking in a waist-high river of molasses. I feel lighter now, unburdened, and ready for a good sleep.