Posting The Perfect Cup hit home to some of my friends how serious I am about coffee. It got me thinking how other things pour into my day, and how we have the power to control the flow.
I love the way God inserts himself into my day, or I believe He’s always here, but sometimes He has to do something spectacular to snag my attention. This morning I started a cup of coffee with the dripper, and after pouring all of the water through the filter, I sat down at my desk.
I’ve been telling myself to send this one email all week, but just realized we are halfway through the week. I typed up the email, clicked send, and looked at the empty coaster on my desk. The cup of coffee that normally sits there was sitting in the kitchen, so I walked back in.
I lifted the dripper and was surprised to see the cup was full all the way to the rim. It couldn’t have held one more drop of water or it would have spilled onto the counter. I had to pour some coffee out to make room for cream, and that hurt my feelings a little, but this made me pause and think.
We need to be mindful of how full we get our cup, and to leave room for the good. By the end of the day my darlings we need to feel that deep satisfaction and say, that was a good pour.
As mentioned in my previous post, the seasons are changing and some of my favorite things will go away till Spring. I’ve killed two Basil plants this year, but that didn’t deter me from buying one more. I’m not quite ready to let go and not make pesto.
Almost every market I’ve walked into has them in stock. One store had so many basil plants, they were on display like Poinsettias at Christmas. Why not buy one more Barb?
I told myself I’d bring one home, and if it was still alive after a week, I’d repot it into a larger container. The plastic container it was sold in has three holes in the bottom for drainage. I wanted to sit it in the kitchen window to receive some light, but I learned early on that wood and water don’t mix. The window sill is wood, so I found this little dish to sit under it.
I sat it in that little dish up in the kitchen window for a week and it’s still alive. I thought it couldn’t hurt to sit it in love, love, love.
Here is what I’ve learned from the basil plant.
🤍 Don’t water it at night. Even though it’s more convenient to water it before bed, it doesn’t like sitting in damp darkness.
🤍 Just let it be. I see it first thing in the morning as I walk into the kitchen and it’s still alive! I realize it’s almost out of season and it’s slow growing, but at least it hasn’t died and that’s rewarding.
🤍 It reminds me to be kind always. It looks rather fragile and my persona shifts when I see it. It has new growth, but should be nervous for the day I plop the food processor on the counter.
Maybe it just knows to move at a slower pace and enjoy where it is. Plants are a lot like humans, and we can learn from them, as this little plant reminds me to be kind and relax my mind.
The photo reveals I repotted it, slid the love, love, love dish underneath and sat it on the window sill. We would all be content sitting in a dish of repeated love, just like the basil plant.
This morning, I am trying to find the right desk chair. It’s important to have a good chair when you type as much as me. The one I was using up until today, was making my back hurt because it had no back support. We need support.
It’s been a quiet morning, which is different from yesterday as well. Gus is behaving and the front porch arena is calm. I love my porch and the swing hanging from it. Up until a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure how much I loved it.
I found this picture while googling ‘Happy Friday’ quotes. It doesn’t say one word about Friday, but I thought it was pretty. The hardwood floor is what drew me in because I love my hardwood floor. It’s important to “Be still”, calm your mind, so you can see what is going on around you. Listen.
This picture eluded me to believe it was about Friday, just like these birds think my front porch is a barn. They are Barn Swallows and they were cute for about a week. This old farmhouse has a beautiful wood beam with a ledge framing the porch. It is similar to a barn structure, so they think.
They built nests in three corners of the porch. Why they built three, I am not sure, unless they have plans to expand. I love birds, but one nest on the porch is more than enough. They had babies in one and they have grown to the point of flying on their own. I love how the mothers scoots them out of the nest. She lines it with feathers when they are first born, and as they grow she removes the soft lining. The nest gets so uncomfortable, they are more apt to leave.
Isn’t that how it works? We are happy as long as we’re comfortable, but as soon as we start to feel discomfort, we freak out. The mother bird watches her babies learn to use their wings and swoops down to catch them if they are going to hit the ground. She throws them back up in the air to try again and again. Watching out for their safety.
This is one way God works in my life. He scoots me out of my comfort zone, so I will fly and trust Him to catch me.
I have a barn behind the house. Yesterday, when I sat in the swing to spend time with God, they started dive bombing my head. I guess they were still learning to fly and kinda clumsy. They seem to be doing better today, so they can stay for now. It’s if it comes down to me sitting in the swing, enjoying some quiet, or them stealing my joy, they will be introduced to my barn. They are named Barn Swallows for a reason, and this is my home, not their barn.
Barbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com