A Cuppa Tea in My Hands

Cold morning. Still dark outside as the seasons change.

Warm Lyons tea. Hand painted cute raccoon mug.

As the warmth fills my hands, I relax. I feel better.

I enjoy holding the heat as much as drinking it.

I breathe deeply. Aahhh….

The restorative power of a cuppa tea in my hands.

Blessings on your day, and may you drink much good tea,


Postscript….those of you who prefer coffee, insert preferred word above. ūüôā

Help! A Pirate Has Come and Taken All My Coffee!!


Actually, I am the pirate. ¬†I drank all of my coffee yesterday, and in the fits of “I don’t want to go to Walmart,” I did not take the proper steps to ensure a happy morning this morning….i.e., buying the coffee and bringing it home. ¬†Hence, things are a bit dicey this morning. ¬†I am drinking Irish breakfast tea, and while it’s very good…..Well, you who drink coffee know what I’m saying. ¬†Glancing back over this post, I now see many run-on sentences, owing to my foggy brain.

Moral of the story? ¬†Coffee is good. ¬†Blessings on your day, and I hope you have plenty of coffee. ¬†Lisa ¬† ¬† ¬†(Number of times I said the word “coffee” in this post: 5. ¬†Now it’s 6.)

Bob and Nod’s Wake-up Call


Bob and Nod, our styrofoam bobbing friends from the¬†Bahamas, are checking in your Monday morning to make sure you’re up and ready to tackle the day. If you are now yearning to know more about Bob and Nod, or just wanting to scoff at my personification of styrofoam, visit my prior blog about them.¬†¬†¬† https://lisanlyons.com/?s=bob+and+nod

Happy Monday! Lisa