It's Not Coffee in My Cup

Take a Word Challenge - Coffee
February 6, 2012

It's Not Coffee in My Cup by Teri H Hoover

Maybe it should be...

Like the image I created for the Take a Word Challenge   there are an incredible number of layers in life. I am blown between blessings and things that don't feel that way. But just when I think the source of  connection and love has left me to my own sad devices, a blessing (or several) lands in my lap.  Last Friday I was intent on walking my grumpiness into the side walk. I was sure that I would not see even one small observation that I could write into a small stone. And then it happened - a posse of garbage cans. I kid you not. A line of garbage cans and their shadows took me into a small observation- which became my writing for that day -(over on my other blog.)  Finding something to "observe into words"  has become a way to step outside myself - just long enough snap a photo  and  type some words into my phone. Or in this case I had to circle back around to take the photo- because I was too grumpy to think I would really write about garbage can shadows.      

February 3, 2012- Small Stones
not a happy camper  by  Teri H Hoover

Lurking on the side walk
The shadow of a garbage-can-bully
I sidestep his vain attempts to dispose of my foul mood.

 

Blacksburg, Va - Feb 3, 2012

On my return reinforcements await.
The posse scoffs at my resolve.

  Blacksburg, VA- Feb 3, 2012

Note-
What is even better is arriving home I see that my mail basket is stuffed with a parcel with my name on it. It is a book promised to me by a friend who thinks this book of fine bits will be just what I need. The square book fills my hands but barely. The thickness is light as a feather in my hands- I like this book already for not feeling like it will be too heavy. The name of the book is  A Promise of a New Day ~A classic book of Daily Meditations by Karen Casey and Martha Vanceburg .   

And if that was not enough I then popped in on my friend Sharon's blog,  "One Woman's Life in Maine" to read her oh so perfect post on "Shift Happens".  She talks about the ups and downs of living for 36 years with your spouse.  And while it has only been 31 years at my house her words rang in loud and clear- and  I thank her for her perfect  words. Thank you Sharon-. 

"Sometimes we wait longer than I thought possible.

Sometimes things shift in a way I couldn't have imagined before it happens.

Life comes back." 

Sharon M.  "One Woman's Life in Maine"

 

So I continue to walk everyday, even when I feel bad... or especially when I feel bad. Movement gives me perspective and I can come back to the layer of blessing. Humbly back into seeing beyond.