Under the Mimosa Tree

just I, and me, and my sweet tea

So lately I’ve been pondering on humans and humanness and how the same and different we all are. Some people can’t abide being alone for long and the next person is in love with aloneness. I’m a mixture. I’m perfectly happy to be with myself for hours on end, but I also find it more than pleasant to be with people. How does solitude sound to you? I think everyone should be able to sit with themselves for a brief visit at least; it’s not mentally healthy to always need the distraction of other human beans. This unedited poem happened this morning whilst sitting outside Dr. Khare’s (our allergist) office on our quilt after Danielle got her shots. We much prefer the shady spot under the trees in the path of the jets overhead instead of enduring the 30 minute wait on the sterile chairs in the stuffy office inside.

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Under the Mimosa Tree

I don’t mind being alone

Prefer it actually

Just I and me and my sweet tea

Bella Grace, cloudless sky

Only me to wonder why

I’m so OK to just be me

Under this old mimosa tree

Just sitting here reading or

Thinking thinky thoughts

I like to walk and do this lots

Hidden away from the passersby

If I needed to, I could cry

Just me and I and my sweet tea

Under the privacy of this pink tree

I’m friends with myself you see

That’s why I crave my own company

I’m happy as a lark to be

Under this mimosa tree

Just I, and me, and my jar of tea

{sharnjean}

To finish this post I’ll share a quote I love by Cheryl Strayed that’s been pinned for years on the bulletin board by my desk.

Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.