Sunday Morning Coffee

Hot water with lemon. I’m not sure why, but I felt like having some this morning. Lately my sleep patterns have been a little out of whack. Staying up too late, sometimes writing, sometimes not. Unable to find sleep until the early morning hours, which then leads to sleeping later than I intend in the morning, feeling groggy, and not quite myself. Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well and ended up curling up in bed for a portion of the day. I knew sleep would be near impossible last night, but managed to force myself. I think I successfully hit a reset button because I woke up at 6:30 feeling more alert than I have in a while.

I got up, turned on the kettle, and washed dishes. It’s been a while since I completed that task so early in the morning and I had forgotten how good the ritual feels. Puttering about the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise, watching out the window as the tiniest hint of pale light begins to wash over the neighborhood. A hummingbird arrives, one of the two that have been fighting over my feeder and four o’clocks, and has her breakfast. It occurs to me that I do most of my thinking when I’m near running water.

Things I’m enjoying:

  • The Spiritual Practice of Gardening — This blog post from A Sacred Journey really touched me because the idea is something I can identify with–and because, like with running water, I think some of my best thoughts while my hands are in the dirt. I tend to work things out there. As I walk around my gardens, I can tell you what was on my mind whenever I first planted them. From the first tomatoes I planted in the backyard boxes (they have since deteriorated and been removed) to the circle in the middle of my moon garden.
  • Urban Wife shared this recipe she found for Cilantro-Lime Shrimp & Quinoa bowls and it sounds delicious, but since I’m grain-free at the moment I’m going to need you all to try it and report back.
  • I saw this paper butterfly wreath and immediately thought of a friend, so I’m going to share that with her now 🙂
  • The whole reason I found the butterfly wreath was because I was looking for book page garland ideas, for next year’s big adventure. I found this one and it looks promising (replaced with a seasonally appropriate theme).
  • I know we’re months away, but I would like this Creamy Vegetarian Christmas Stew right now.

Sunday Morning Coffee

It’s Mother’s Day. I spent yesterday with my mom and granny, weathering storms in southern Oklahoma. This morning I’m drinking Tribute Blend. Tomorrow something new starts. More on that when I have it figured out.

Sunday Morning Coffee

Tribute Blend is back in season at Starbucks and I’m sipping on that this morning. I appreciate that it always comes back in time for the spring Readathon. Have you signed up for that yet? Just one more week!

It may seem a little out of place in this post, but I don’t think I could let this day pass without acknowledging the 20th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. This morning I got up to watch the memorial service, which is still going on as a type this. It’s been a beautiful tribute.

  • Book shelf curtain — I’m considering doing this with my bookshelves in the study. I find it difficult to concentrate when I am in there because of the cacophony of books and I wonder if this might help.
  • This recipe for spaghetti alla puttanesca with zucchini noodles showed up on Pinterest and I will definitely be making it this summer. Also, courgette is a lovely word.
  • Karen was talking about Pinterest over on her blog, and it made me think maybe I should share a board with you all every once in a while. It’s been terrific for me to put boards together for garden projects, writing, and Desire Mapping. If you want to rest your brain a little, take a look at my peaceful (core desired feeling) board.
  • Leesa wrote about her love for Outlander. YES.
  • I look back fondly on the time that I spent living alone, cooking for one, and just getting by. It was a special time. Very different and sometimes a little lonely, but when I think about those days I smile. And I think of Stracciatella alla Romana and whipping up a tiny pot of that late in the evening.
  • Where No One Should Go — I listened to this story, frozen and prostrate on my bed in the middle of the night. It’s simultaneously terrifying and awe-inspiring. Thinking about things like extreme depth, claustrophobic spaces, and endless darkness really affects me, so the deepest kind of deep-sea (cave) diving is one of the worst things I can imagine. But listen. It’s good.
  • Kathryn shares gold overheard at AWP 2015.
  • Recently I ran into a situation that left me googling things that lead me to articles about the anxiety of unanswered email.
  • I’ll leave you with this.
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