Orchid harbors tear droplets
Jewels of sadness
Liquid sorrow dissipates
“I have always quested and still do for the Holy Grail, but I stopped looking in the earthen caves and in the stars. I started questing through the valleys and mountains of my own soul.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick
*(Gratefully acknowledge top image of possible Holy Grail from Huffington Post.)
My daughter (M.) has many severe allergies. Someone with perfume on, just walking by, and her body reacts. We’ve gone to many restaurants and M. always notifies the waitress of her seafood allergy. We’ve never had a problem until a few weeks ago.
Well, a lady at a table close to us was saturated with heavy perfume. M.’s throat started tingling. To top it off, the lady’s order came and the fish aroma was overwhelming. Then came the final insult to M.’s sensitive body. Our order arrived, M. tasted her food and started to get bumps on her tongue. Time to leave even though we’d barely touched our food. Called for doggy bags. Heartbreaking that we couldn’t enjoy our evening out.
Within a minute of getting fresh air after we escaped, M. was fine. She always carries Benadryl with her just in case, but didn’t have to use it this time. Her throat didn’t swell up like it has in the past. Lucky her!
M. just found out she’s allergic to avocado, also. The journey continues.
*(Gratefully acknowledge the unknown photographer of this baby photo. It was edited to enhance some facial features. )
In response to: On the Road-The Journey Begins
“Still round the corner there may wait,
A new road or a secret gate.”
J. R. R. Tolkien
(Photo found on Pinterest. Gratefully acknowledge the baker and photographer. I edited it a tiny bit.)
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