Gold in the Grotto

The heart is a throne room,
the mind the storehouse
of all the kingdom’s treasures.

Mine is full of tin and brass,
gleaming with all my polishing:
easy to lift, but hard as gold to shift.

Enter a nobler king,
whose reign sweeps away the tawdry
and sets gold in its place.


The Lost Art of Decorative Drooping

I’m feeling quite melancholy. Blame it on the taxes and the impending flu. So if sickness or Spring Money Madness gets you down, go droop over a flower somewhere. Most places have an arboretum.
Drooping is a forgotten art. Since it’s been out of style for about a hundred and fifty years, here’s a quick tutorial on Drooping.
Find a flower.
Lean in
Cradle the flower in your hand
Stare vacantly at the flower
Contemplate mortality
Say something Poetic* (originality a plus, but quote a master before succumbing to driveled cliches)
Sigh repeatedly
Repeat as necessary.
There you go. Very cathartic. Much better than shouting off mountain tops.
*in case you need something poetic, brief and easy to remember to droop with.

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

~Robert Frost