Brown Cup

I have a cup, simply my favorite cup. Things taste better from that cup, …coffee, tea, whatever. Makesme think as you drink how I always reach for it and how I am more comfortable with it for “we are cups, constantly and quietly being filled.”

I stood in the rain for a few moments this morning as I set the thirsty ferns on the sidewalkbefore I returned and filled my cup.

Rainy mornings, the freedom of stretching and yawning in the great outdoors, and my cup waiting for me in the cupboard are a “few of my favorite things.”

Peace and blessings to cups that runneth over.


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