I confess I don’t always do what’s good for me. For instance, I am prepared to sacrifice inner peace for a caffeine buzz. My intestines protest and I just ignore them.
Anyway, the other day in Soho, I decided to chase my over-exhilarating cappucino with a chamomile tea. Wow. Who says the herbs don’t work? My stomach was instantly soothed.
It was especially pleasing that the chamomile was made from dried flowers (although a chamomile tea bag works as well).
So here I was (see pic) in the Poetry Café – yes, a café devoted to verse, how cool is that?
I picked up an ’80s back issue of the Poetry Society magazine (I’m just as addicted to print as caffeine). That rhymed by itself (is poetry contagious?).
And I came across this quote in the Letters page. I’m sure you can see how apt it is, as well as sage. (Enough of the rhyming blog. Ed).
“Rien n’est beau que le vrai.”
“Nothing but the truth is beautiful.”
(Here is the original French poem).