Everything
begins
simply
enough.
~ Durga Chew-Bose, from “Heart Museum” in Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays
Image: Mennyfox55
Tag: coffee
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Saturday Morning
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
Dawn in the north. His nose stalks the air.
I want to describe my life
in hushed tones
like a TV nature program.
Dawn in the north.
His nose stalks the air
for newborn coffee.
~ Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry
Notes: Photo via Your Eyes Blaze Out
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Here’s the true secret of life: We mostly do everything over and over. In the morning, we let the dogs out, make coffee, read the paper, help whoever is around get ready for the day. We do our work. In the afternoon, if we have left, we come home, put down our keys and satchels, let the dogs out, take off constrictive clothing, make a drink or put water on for tea, toast the leftover bit of scone. I love ritual and repetition. Without them, I would be a balloon with a slow leak.
~ Anne Lamott, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair
Notes: Photo – Mennyfox55