Sometimes a cup of coffee
Is an absent minded ritual
Filling the seams of another activity
Grout in the mosaic tiles of life
Sometimes I would not be able to tell you
What the experience is like
The drinking of a cup
Of Café au lait colored brew
But this morning I know
The feel of the handle of the hand thrown mug
The exact curve in my hand
The balance of roasted brewed beans
To organic cream
The cream lingering on the surface of my tongue
The splash of caffeine on the back of my throat
Hardly ever too hot
Today I notice
Dan Young
Ah, life’s simple pleasures!
HealingJourneys
So true Dan!
Nancy Mertens Raeburn
Janet–I loved this one. How I love my cafe au lait. This inspires
me to experience it more deeply, instead of distractedly as I read
the morning news.
Thank you.
HealingJourneys
Wonderful and thank you. I look forward to seeing you in Jane’s class on Friday.