Writer's Digest

I’d like to say that I’m learning to let things build up inside me. Truth is, the switch is on, open throttle. I have no power to stop it or know what turns it off; I only know sometimes I’m not as articulate and I am less happy there.

Yogi Bhajan says, “The greatest art is to sit and wait, let it come.” Certainly you can’t dry fire the imagination, so I couldn’t agree more; however, I found this quote on a box of herbal tea, specially blended naturally to aid digestion—“…sit and wait, let it come…”—it works there too. And I can think of one other place, but that depends on your partner.



For those of you concerned about my health, I give you this: I drink ginger tea for my throat. I find the ginger comfortably burns its way down my throat with a healing wake, a little more stringent than saltwater on a wound. I sometimes suffer from Streptococcus and other milder maladies of the extreme upper esophagus. I lose my voice for days at a time, which is probably why I write. The digestive benefits are a lovely by-product.