. . . Remember the brazen world?
Let’s find a room
with a window onto elms
strung with sunlight,
a cafe with polished cups,
darling coffee they call it,
may our bed be stoked
with fresh cut rosemary
and glinting thyme,
all herbs in due season
tucked under wild sheets:
fit for the conjugation of joy.

~ Excerpt from “Darling Coffee,” by Meena Alexander

Quite tired this morning as I stretched my body so much on Friday. The hike with Wave and being the grandmother horse for part of the way home, and the swimming and pickleball. All good. So, a quiet house today. No swim, gave myself the day off. Frank called, out doing errands and we decided to do them together, which was fun. To buy a wrap for his injured muscles, to buy plants and pumpkins for fall, to buy a rug for the porch, to buy groceries for dinner. A perfect morning of errands and chatting and being happy together. And still, the quiet house. Preparing for guests, me and Frank working easily together to get everything ready. So relaxing. The fire lit, the table set. And an evening of great pleasure, even though there is so much trouble in the world, we found a way to laugh and be real and honest. A very loving and hopeful evening. We paid attention to kindness and friendship and spirit and blessings. Something so powerful in a circle by a fire. And love. The profound hopeful energy of love.