Coffee

This morning I said to Blinn: "There's something sacred about my first sip of coffee in the morning. Sacred." 

So true. I love it. I miss it when I don't drink it. I can go without it and I have at times, but its my friend and I like it to be part of my daily rhythm. 

I have my big blue mug next to me as I write from the front porch today. Bed head, pink fluffy robe, zebra slippers, gray paints from 1999. I'm a sight. But I don't care! The sun is big and bright, the birds are chirping, the city is moving around me, but for these brief moments I can be still. 

I am thankful for this day.