It has been a long busy hot week. I have not been at home much. I have not slept much. But this morning, was cool and overcast and I slept hours past this week’s wake up time. A delicious breeze came through the windows this morning, kissing all my exposed extremities until I awoke. This morning was the first time in over a week I have been able to drink my husband’s coffee. Only he knows my milk, sugar, ratio. I am convinced there is a secret to the universe locked inside.
I sit with this cup of coffee in my office where I can see outside to the deck. My husband has set up the sprinkler to keep our yard lush. This yard has been an oasis this summer. Friends have gathered at our large, shaded table to laugh and eat and rest. My husband and youngest son are sitting there now. Both in the white T-shirts they slept in. Both wear black framed glasses. They sit side by side looking at a computer screen. I know they are doing the crossword together, a morning ritual they began about a year ago. They take turns typing in an answer. There are just a few low murmurs as they are just waking up.
Inside it is quiet but for the sizzle of potatoes cooking on the stove. I know that my oldest son is still snuggled in bed. Everything is in order. I feel rich.
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On a personal note, I’ve been at Image Journal’s Glen Workshop this week which is why, if you are a paid subscriber, I was unable to post a mid-week post. This week I dove into poetry in a deep reading class with Nick Ripatrazone. I look forward to soaking into reading and writing this week back at home.
I have some Undaunted Joy news brewing and I hope to share with you very soon.