A simple joy


Tea with milk is comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly night, whereas
a café latte is a slap-shot of energy.
The distilled leaves are light and thirst quenching, while
roasted beans eat like oatmeal or dark chocolate.
Sipping,
eyes closed,
I am transported to slow afternoons in cafes when time was my friend, and

I fill with gratitude for this tiny pleasure.

Miss Miso



Meditating on catnip



Regarding tonight's menu

Sleep, perchance to dream...



Miso shared our lives for 19-1/2 years. Her health had begun failing for the past year, and she died in September. One minute, I held her in my arms, the next, she wasn't with us. Everything should stop for just that one moment but Life simply goes on. The frantic drivers blare their horns, crowds sun and run and giggle on the beach, hordes of movie-goers pack theaters and Holiday revelers shoot off fireworks to a New Year: all are oblivious that this small light is gone from our world. The house is terribly quiet and empty now. Sometimes, she saunters into my dreams. Occasionally, I think I see her out of a corner of my eye, padding into the kitchen or curled up in the corner by the heat register. She was a cuddly lap kitty, and filled our home with a special warmth.