Cool as a Cucumber

It continues to amaze me just how healing and transformational our right-brain knowledge can be. On a stuffy tram this summer I closed my eyes and try to conjure up cooling images to pass the time. Almost instantaneously an image of a jug, featured in the poem below, came to mind and ten minutes later I was as cool as a cucumber!

The Jug

The jug is blue and cool to touch

Its handle wide and slender

When my fried brain has thought too much

In peaceful mood I’m rendered

For as it tips, I take some sips

Of water pure and natural

I know that when my balance tips

It works the supernatural

And as it pours, it chills my core

Its moisture quells my fire

I’m grateful for The Jug for sure

Strange how these gifts transpire

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