It's the hard truth of life that to make coffee, one must be awake enough to make it. It takes a certain amount of focused attention to grind the beans and boil the water, and often these attributes are scarce, first thing in the morning. The lure of the dark pungent coffee is all that one can go on.
Winter's here, and we're in the magic time between Solstice and New Year's when we celebrate the return of the Light. I'm attending three Yule rituals this year, two of which I'm helping to organize. And I also celebrate Christmas, because it's a wonderful holiday and I love newborns. Somehow at Christmas, it's easier to see the newborn in everyone.
Rowan and I went to town yesterday and picked out a truly wonderful present for Keenan. We felt quite gleeful afterwords, as we ate our lunch at Panda Garden, and looked out the window at the car which held the glorious present in the trunk. I can't tell you what it is, but I can tell you it's something big, and something he'll use often. Rowan had the idea, which I thought was too big at first, and then realized how perfect the present will be, so we got it.
Okey dokey artichokey,
Much love and light,
Kelpie
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Ok, I can tell you now: It's a chop saw.
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