Beginnings. That’s what coffee is about. Every night before turning in I plan the next day’s schedule. That is, what I’ll do after I meditate and make coffee. Those two activities are, like brushing teeth, the basics. I’ve got a good morning routine going: meditate, make coffee, stare out my kitchen window. I cradle that first hot cup of coffee—think warmth, steam, smells—and look at my back yard. These autumn days the colors are muted versions of themselves, the birds are quieter, and the squirrels are more focused. The sun inches further south each morning. It’s my moment to say “thank you.” Just plain old thank you to everything and everybody that lets me be here, at this window, once again.
That lets me remember wise Mary Oliver’s words, “Watch now how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”