Soul and Breath

So, twice this week - and it's only Tuesday -the fortune on my teabag has said Your breath is the voice of your soul.

Do you think this is another message, like the time over the summer that my teabag called me schizophrenic? And if my breath is the voice of my soul, then my soul is seriously not a morning person. Is my soul sick in the morning? (If so, I submit that mint tea and toothpaste may just be the Balm in Gilead.) Do garlic and asparagas turn your soul foul? Are diabetics naturally sweet-souled? Is Listerine an outreach of Lutheran World Relief?

And, if we accept all this as true, just how good for my soul is this cup of black chai? Obviously, it's beating out coffee and cigarettes, but can it restore my soul better than, say, a tic tac?

Of course, two weeks ago this same box of tea yielded this little gem (which I taped up in my cube):
When you know that all is light, you are enlightened. I'm beginning to think that the yogi who made this box of tea is defective.

Did you know that my mother ordered stamps with Matt's and my faces on them for the wedding invitations? It's true - but she didn't order enough for everyone, so don't feel too bad if you didn't make the A list. Once I start getting my cancelled face back in the mail, I plan to make a collage, possibly to scan and to post. Is this really necessary? I don't think the world really needs a stamp of me.

This popped up today on a work-related d-list. You can probably skip the content column - it's only mildly amusing, and it won't tell you anything you don't already know. No, I really CnPed this link so you could see the comments on the left. This guy has included the usual "2 thumbs way way waaaaaaaaaay up" and "This talk is brilliant! My love is pure!" Cheerific garbage, but he's also included "abuses his platform to discuss hotbutton issues" and "likes to hear himself talk."

Truly, his brave selection of user feedback is the most valuable content on this page. We can all learn from his magical example. Maybe I should send him some of my tea...