Monday, January 20, 2025

Sequestered, Week 248 (CCXLVIII)


When all else fails, toss cinnamon, bits of fruit and anise stars into a mug of something or other hot, a few cloves too. Stir it deosil (sunwise or clockwise) and mutter a few words over it. Such exercises are small magics invoking sunlight, warmth and gentle breezes at a time when summer is still months away. More fun than laundry and dusting and doing dishes for sure. Meh.

Looking into my fragrant cup, I can almost forget the darkness, icy temperatures and biting wind beyond the windows, a fine and comforting thing on an arctic January morning. Where is my book? Where are my shawl and spectacles?

3 comments:

Kate said...

I would SO love to be able to drop in on you.

kjsutcliffe said...

Off to put the kettle on, I have those ingredients and as I read the words, I could smell their fragrance x

francesray.substack.com said...

I can almost smell the fragrance now. And as always, a new word has entered my vocabulary...deosil.