But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,
and making coffee in the usual day, measuring grounds
with the wooden spoon, I remembered,
this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture
after gesture, what else can we know of safety
or of fruitfulness?
– Marie Howe, excerpt from “From Nowhere” in The Good Thief: Poems
Notes: Poem Source: via violentwavesofemotion. Photo: Cup Tasting by Jürg Balsiger
The comfort of the familiar – from making coffee, to inhaling the smells of the morning, hearing the quiet – the evolution of a perfect, gentle day. Good morning, pal
Yes. Exactly Mimi. Good morning and weekend to you too.
Always cup by cup. Why am I so impatient? 🙄
Oh Boy. Shouting at choir here.
I hear ya 👏😂
Post by post 😉
😀
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WMS, WMS! And for me these last couple of weeks, add the gentle sound of birdsong and a light breeze ruffling the palm fronds. Such a nice way to ease into one’s day….
Ruffling the palm fronds. Aha. Aha.
The magic of ordinary tasks.
Yes.
warm sip by warm sip
Usual Day? Or Way? ♡
Diana xo
Or, both?