What Crosses My Mind

  • Christmas With My Coffee

    I have music playing, the kind reminds me of my childhood, sitting around the tree, listening to my dad, make Christmas morning bacon. I’m holding my coffee in my hand I have a smile on my face, listening to the past, feeling a bit of life’s Grace. It’s Christmas morning, I know I have my…

  • Coffee In The Morning

    I look out my window music playing soft. In my hands cup’s warmth wondering the day ahead. How life changes over time, we might not ever be the same. But our heart is what we feel, on this crisp autumn morning. I sip my coffee wondering what will be my next time.

  • Early Morning

    In the gaze of candles illuminating the room, my children’s faces, held in time to behold. I was wondering about the day, the new year, watching flickering lights waiting for me to decide. I looked up from my coffee slow immediate steam swirls reminding me of beauty, the little things that turn our lives to…

  • The Hippie Girlfriend

    She’d always ask him to tell her a story, and he could only come up with one. Her. At first, it would be endearing, how they could stroll and feel each other’s skin graze upon one another, the light air, a spring morning. It didn’t matter when, maybe him sitting at the counter with a…

  • This Sunday Morning

    We are starting to contemplate what it is we have done this year, one so very unique to our world, our lives, our state of mind. I think we all began the year in much the same way, dealing only with our personal needs and always aware of the world around us. Some of us…

  • My Dear Friend, Our Inspiration

    Ah summertime. It is true. Many times in our lives, as a teacher, we would like to retreat toward that which would make life easier. Perhaps we choose to fall into a string of Netflix series, or our favorite crime show rather than take care of the busy work of maintaining our home, both the…

  • Looking The Part

    Wonder the curling fingertips, the adamant task drawing locks security in the presence of life.   Check austere provisions, a smooth swiff, filling jars, a man pacing the room, always in a wonder of how.   A picture of human interaction “I’m going solo” spoke a gentleman java guide, off to the focal point where…

  • Sights in a Small Town Cafe

    I watched the lines continue to grow, all wanting, waiting, wishing, yet I never knew the latter, especially by expression, I only managed to maybe gather, their reasons to be seemed rather the same as mine and yours.   Not your typical cafe I might add, the people wanting much more, than the usual scenario…

  • Coffee Peace

    Outside the wind is sound the sign of an autumn sunrise gray clouds heavy winter’s grasp on reality hot coffee in hand, soothe my anxiety, my refuge from the cold, a suitable blend in a cup.

  • Coffee, Please

    summer brew smells and delights for everyone to taste we all arrived at different times all wanting the same ideal perhaps a latte, summer cooler, smoothie, I will preference a hot black coffee please we are your neighbor, business woman, lunch breaker, visitor, we will talk about  a lot of the same things all day…