Is it stoup?

After the holiday excess of the past few days, and having finally been convinced that fudge is not a food group unto itself, it sure is nice to sniff the wondrously aromatic chicken stoup* my husband cooked up this afternoon . . .

Meanwhile, I have entered the blogosphere for the first time, and am uncharacteristically speechless.  Topics I hope to hold forth on in the days, weeks, and months to come, in no particular order, include art (as opposed to “Art”), poetry, books I’ve read and want to blather about, mindfulness, spirituality, depression (and mental health issues in general), food, aging, music (including my musical icons who have thus far provided the soundtrack for my life), sex, playing in the mud, and chocolate.  Oh, and cats. 

Meanwhile, tonight is now, and evidently it’s snowing electronically on my blog.  I am ready for stoup, and later a very hot hot chocolate with peppermint schnappes (which comes with a side order of sleeping lap-cat).

Tomorrow’s theme:  ART AND VACATION

*not soup, not stew, but a curious amalgamation of the two


About creat1ve11

psychotherapist by trade, writer and artist by temperament, over 50 and not fighting it, love the idea of snorting milk through my nose, but have never actually done it
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