I dropped my favorite coffee cup, the one with the bee on it, slammed it hard against the tile countertop but it didn’t break. Until I had it filled with hot delicious coffee and it was tilted to my lip, dangling over my beautiful bowl of Irish oatmeal topped with white peaches and walnuts and drizzled with organic blue agave syrup. That’s when the handle gave out and again it came slamming down, this time onto me, my oatmeal, the table and floor.
RIP Bee Cup from World Market July 2013
A few days ago Chips was out studying the lambs ear growing wild in the yard. The bees love it there and he spends a little time each day watching their shenanigans. He managed to catch one in his little hand and he stood stunned for a moment before the screaming began. Now he goes out and stands by the lambs ear with a stick and beats about the bush instead of trying to catch them.
Here he is eating the first ripe-ish plum from our tree and studying on the bees.
The continuous fabric of the mind, the firing patterns of billions of neurons, the irregular and natural movements of the respiratory diaphragm, drinking cider, losing what we hold dear, sending e-mails to friends, all flow seamlessly into one unique life. This is our life.
Let’s not miss it.
Awake in the World