EACH MORNING I enjoy a cup of freshly made coffee. Sometimes my husband brews it for me, sometimes I make it for myself. This morning I looked at that cup and recognized it was so much more than “just” a cup of coffee. The cup itself is a gift from my husband. I remember how he wrapped it. It is a testament to how he listens to me and what he remembers. I commented at a local gallery how fascinated I was by the pattern on this piece. He explained the salt kiln process to me. I was intrigued. A few months later, this was my gift.
My morning cup is a dependable ritual. It is a daily joy. Something I look forward to and depend on. Beyond the liquid substance, the time that I take to sit and sip, think about my day, anticipate my activities, is essential to how my day unfolds.
I’ve answered the question many ways but specifically I can say -it is so much more than just a cup of coffee. It is love poured in. It is promise sipped. And it is ritual adding richness to the start of what is almost an utterly unexpected day.