Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclecti Ali. It is a coffee day for me, though three days a week it is Matcha green tea. And my coffee today is half-caff. I believe this is better for my health and ability to sleep, and the Florida weather is very sweat-producing lately, which disagrees with my age. 🙂 Half-caff seems to be all I need, though I am pretty tired in the evenings now. We’ll see how that goes when we have less daylight.
My focus is all over the place. I brought home work to do last night and still have some to do this morning. Tomorrow there’s a drive through Trunk or Treat in the afternoon at church and I’m taking pictures. It should be fun.
Focus being as it is, let me just pick a word and ponder on it. Random Word Generator says: Heal. Gosh, if that isn’t the word of the year for me, then I don’t know if words even exist. Take a gander at what I’ll call a free-flow poem:
Mudflower, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2020
If you heal, you are a flower growing out of the mud. What matters is not that you were in the mud, but that you are a flower. Should one forget the mud? It was a cool, nurturing place for you. Maybe forget the bugs. Mud grew you into a flower, and not just any flower. You may be a tiger lily or a wildflower but with thorns along its side. You are not easily plucked, friend to the bees, protecting itself, yet opening to flourish and receive the sunshine. Do not feel ashamed, but empowered. What matters is that you are a flower.
True story. My life. I think I’ll try these sorts of poems more often. After all, I grew tired of griping about my health, the state of politics or education budgets, or my temporary writer’s block. This could start a prolific trend…dare I hope? Virtual hugs, my friends. Have a great week!
12 thoughts on “#WeekendCoffeeShare. Flowers and Mud.”
Hi Pamela, I do hope you’re feeling better. I have so many friends here who are teachers and when they tell me what their world has changed into, you come to mind often because it’s much the same with you. Regrets because you don’t really need the extra pressure I bet. I know I would not welcome it myself. Hey, have you had a chance to consider my & Beaton’s idea of getting a zoom meeting setup for the core group of coffee shareers? I’d love for you to be a part, but don’t want to pressure you in any way.
Hey, Gary. I didn’t know about the idea. I am so unfocused in meetings lately. I would love it, but I’d suggest we go “around the table” and each person gets 1 to 2 minutes on a topic. Not sure what time or what day is best, though. Have you all thought on that?
Hi Pamela. We have only the idea so far and I would hope that it is as comfortable for everyone as possible. I thought that we could pull together a short list of basic questions that would help us get to know each other better, but nothing too deep or threatening to anyone. I’m worried some about finding a time that works for everyone, but put off thinking it through until I hear who all would like to join. I’m also sensitive that many of us are about topped out on web meetings, but I do think we can use this to build some deeper friendships.
Yes, I think it’s an interesting idea!
Wonderful to meet you. I’m Dinah. I just launched my blog this week thanks hello from Ra Avis.
I too self published in 2009. It’s a survival guide for the newly disabled. The self promotion part ISSSS s major drawback!
Looking forward to more coffee shares😊
Hi, Dinah! Thank you for stopping by. Nice to meet you !
I love the poem! It can be hard to get out of the mud, especially during these past few months, but slowly we need to and get back up and maybe pull others a little bit with us fellow flowers as well. 🙂
Thanks for the green tea. I am on the quest of finding something that’s not too strong when it comes to caffeine as I am a tea drinker in the morning. Some variants I find really strong that it keeps me up at night more than coffee.
Thanks for stopping by! Yes, sleep is so important.
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Love the poem. So true. The mud is part of what makes the flower.
Thank you for your kind comment, Max.
If you heal, you are a flower growing out of the mud. What matters is not that you were in the mud, but that you are a flower.
I heart this
Thank you Beaton!