Sometimes I can’t find meaning in my cup. Not that I solve life’s intricate puzzles (we know that answer… 42) in my moments with my cup but sometimes those moments with my cup give me clarity and direction. A chance to reflect, to alter my course or hold steady. Other times my cup brings warmth and comfort to my weary body letting me wrap in its feeling like the embrace of an old friend. Or it’s a much needed jolt to the system that seems to plague my body more as I get older.

Other times a cup is just a cup…

Happy Mid-morning cups☕