We ran out of the "energy-juice" that is Enfusia yerba mate, so I brewed a pot of Texas piñon coffee early this morning. More yerba mate is on the way, but I'm happy it turned out to be a coffee kind of day. I'm writing a Curator article about Peace Like a River and in my preparation, I re-read this great quote:
“.... Strangely it was the coffee Dad seemed most happy to see and which, brewed, caused our home to feel again like a place where we might live right-side-up. Dad hummed 'God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen,' as he measured grounds into the basket and lit the gas; the pot ticked as it heated; and as it perked a smell came forth like the sunlit hillsides of Mexico, a smell like morning camps described by Theodore Roosevelt in his days as a rancher in North Dakota. Then Dad sat at the kitchen table with a white ceramic cup all asteam and his King James before him ....”
If that doesn't make you want to drink good coffee, then I don't know what will. And so, I revisited an old photograph of mine:
I was up to much of the same ~ reading Leif Enger, writing, hot beverage-drinking, and incense-burning. I must be easily influenced by inspiration because after seeing the photo again, I burned a stick of piñon incense this morning, too. So that would be Texas piñon coffee and piñon tree incense. Now isn't that symmetrical.
Enjoy the weekend, y'all.