Liquid Love
Coffee is my love language.
There is nothing better than waking up to the smell of a house with coffee brewing in it, except someone bringing a cup of that brewed coffee to me. When the coffee is prepped to my liking, with just enough oat creamer or half and half to make it medium, not light, not dark, I am in my happy place in the morning. Waking up gently. Feeling loved. Feeling incredibly grateful.
This week I am traveling, just touching base at home midweek and then taking off again for another 10 days. We are at the home of a good friend in Knoxville, TN – and when the smell of coffee started perfuming the air at 7:30 am I knew I could now pry myself out of bed and start writing.
Without coffee, there is no clarity to my morning.
My regular routine, whenever possible, is to get out of bed, do my ablutions and start the coffee. I climb back in bed or into a comfy chair and do the daily Wordle to pull my brain back from the depths. By then the coffee is ready.
During the writing challenge my routine is different, which invariably provides Dave less opportunities to speak my love language and bring me coffee in bed or the comfy chair. I’m up at least an hour before he is, clacking away on the keyboard up in my office, over his head.
There is nothing better than waking up to the smell of a house with coffee brewing in it, except someone bringing a cup of that brewed coffee to me. When the coffee is prepped to my liking, with just enough oat creamer or half and half to make it medium, not light, not dark, I am in my happy place in the morning. Waking up gently. Feeling loved. Feeling incredibly grateful.
This week I am traveling, just touching base at home midweek and then taking off again for another 10 days. We are at the home of a good friend in Knoxville, TN – and when the smell of coffee started perfuming the air at 7:30 am I knew I could now pry myself out of bed and start writing.
Without coffee, there is no clarity to my morning.
My regular routine, whenever possible, is to get out of bed, do my ablutions and start the coffee. I climb back in bed or into a comfy chair and do the daily Wordle to pull my brain back from the depths. By then the coffee is ready.
During the writing challenge my routine is different, which invariably provides Dave less opportunities to speak my love language and bring me coffee in bed or the comfy chair. I’m up at least an hour before he is, clacking away on the keyboard up in my office, over his head.
It’s me who gets to wake the house up with coffee perfume.
I’m very grateful this morning for travel, for the variations to my routine that will keep me from reading or watching the news for almost two weeks - for playing music with and for friends, teaching Alexander Technique at my favorite upcoming music teachers conference and stretching my creativity at a class at the Folk School after that.
There will be plenty of time on my return to dig in and take a stand. I’ll be refreshed and ready to do it.
Right now, I’m grateful for the chance to hang out with people I only see once or twice a year, at best. Much coffee will be drunk while conversations are had.
I pick up my coffee cup and inhale deeply. I’m ready.
I’m very grateful this morning for travel, for the variations to my routine that will keep me from reading or watching the news for almost two weeks - for playing music with and for friends, teaching Alexander Technique at my favorite upcoming music teachers conference and stretching my creativity at a class at the Folk School after that.
There will be plenty of time on my return to dig in and take a stand. I’ll be refreshed and ready to do it.
Right now, I’m grateful for the chance to hang out with people I only see once or twice a year, at best. Much coffee will be drunk while conversations are had.
I pick up my coffee cup and inhale deeply. I’m ready.
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