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This morning after a blustery and perfectly pleasing walk through my neighborhood, stomping into puddles of surviving snow in my new rain boots, I returned home windswept in the here and now and drank in the intoxicating smell of hazelnut coffee waiting in the kitchen. I love my home so immensely. Not because it is anything to boast about, but because it is a receptacle for all things I hold dearest.
I welcome friends
and mind -
I find some things are too ethereal to describe directly. We must simply create the sacred space and invite the moment. Even earthy coffee, if partaken with a willing surrender, can usher in encounters with the divine.