23 Nov warmth
I have a love affair with hot beverages. And the mugs that carry them are a mild obsession too. Since I have been tethered to my dining table writing, writing, writing with little reprieve, my warm cup of something/anything has been a constant companion and confidant; steadfast and true, never leaving my side, holding my hand (or something like that) without wavering. Last night at god knows what hour I was musing on an ‘ode to hot tea’ in my head. Yes, it’s gotten that ridiculous and I have been that delirious from being in my own head for so many hours every day. It gets crazy sometimes. Thankfully, I have actually enjoyed it, if it weren’t for the nerve-wracking deadlines glaring and taunting me from my table top calendar.
Regardless, like almost anything we work hard at, it will be worth it in the end and in the meantime, I try to remain at ease in the knowing that it will all get done. It always does. Until then, I have my faithful friend to warm me from the outside in; a soothing scent, a taste to savor, warm hands, warm and grateful heart. What else can I ask for from one simple cup?
What are you savoring today? Share your heart.