sometimes life happens

Sometimes life happens, and I am away from this space far too long.

And I start to feel a little like something is missing.

And then on a random morning, the light is shining through my kitchen window just so.

Girls are screaming and chasing one another, the table is set, coffee is brewed, breakfast is eaten, and dishes are cleared.

And I quietly document it all, and I begin to feel whole once again.

coffee with my mom

A recent morning spent with my mom.

For as long as I can remember, my mother has started her day with with a cup of coffee.  As a little girl, I remember the aroma filling the house every morning.  Of course, I didn't have an appreciation for it back then.

And I'd like to think there was a reason for that.  So that now, I can truly appreciate our conversations over a hot cup of coffee.  Conversations I don't think I was ready to have back then.

morning coffee

As much as I love drinking tea and coffee, I love the process of brewing just as much.  To me, it's as equally satisfying as the warm drink itself.

And the Chemex fits in so well.  The best coffee I've had - in fact, I prefer it to the French Press since I don't have to deal with the leftover grinds.  The only catch is that I have to drink my coffee as soon as I brew, it doesn't keep the coffee warm for long.

Heating the water in a kettle, selecting my favorite cup, writing down my thoughts -- I savor these moments....