Fast or Slow

I used to be afraid of aging. Back then, it was for vanity reasons, but I’m not afraid anymore. I like growing up, and learning new things. Now, if I can just process it all.

I woke up at 6:00 am, grabbed my water bottle, and stepped outside to sit in the porch swing. We have a feral cat that has hung around for a while now. We feed it, but have never been able to get anywhere near it. It looks like she may be pregnant, and as she hopped up on the porch, I heard her purring. She was full of love, and wanting to share it with me.

It took a while, and much circling on her part, but eventually, she hopped up into the swing. I was amazed at being this close to her, so I reached out and lifted her into my lap. She didn’t know what to do. She started kneading my robe, and lifting her face up toward mine. It was scarey for both of us. I wanted to keep my face in tact, and she wanted to love.

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My daughter has me hooked on fresh pressed coffee. I know right? Always the Keurig, but not today! She gave me precise instructions lastnight, so I tried to recall it all this morning.

Get the kettle of water almost to a boil, then take it off to rest a minute. I measured the beans, and placed them in the grinder. Kept looking at them to make sure they didn’t turn to dust. Dumped them in the carafe, poured in the water, and the lid went on with a slight press. It didn’t look right. It wasn’t as dark as hers, but I am learning.

Once it was done, it was a robust cup of coffee. When I poured the cream in, I had to use a spoon to stir it. That was new. Normally the cream would just mix right in, but this stuff was thick! It seemed to take a long time to go through a lot of steps to enjoy this fine cup of brew. It was more than worth it. Maybe not something I do every morning, but I’m happy I did.

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I have spent many years rushing through life. Climbing the ladder of success in one venture, or another. Ignoring my life, and what was happening, woke me up to a failed marriage, and sad children. I had plenty of material objects, and money, but no love.

Today, it’s all about the love, and my cup runneth over.

 

 

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