There is mystery this week in my world. Nothing really earth shattering, but when inexplicable change happens we tend to pay attention.
After 40+ years as a coffee drinker I have stopped adding cream to my morning cup. I’m not sure how it happened. It would defy logic and befuddle the oddsmakers to think such a change was even possible, but here I am. An enigma for sure.
It has created a stir in me as I wonder what other change I might be capable of. If you aren’t a coffee drinker you won’t understand this. Even if you are, it might be underwhelming to consider. For me it is a change big enough to note. A sharp right taken off of the path I’d been on. Is it really that easy to consider impossible things ?
I mean, the (im)possibilities here are endless.
There have actually been a lot of changes this year. The most notable and probably the most gradual until now has been my sleep pattern. When pain is taken out of the equation, I head to bed just after sunset and rise well before dawn. I have given in to my deep love for twilight but no longer at the expense of feeling rested. I can do both. It will change again through the summer months though I continue to marvel at what my body is capable of.
I am drinking more water.
I exercise less but meditate more.
I wear an ID band now. Yes, really.
Every time I leave the house.
I’m not actually “reading” more but I am consuming audiobooks like nobody’s business.
I do my best to journal.
And make art.
And write letters.
I’m trying to make cards.
But what other change can happen ?
I’ve stopped checking news more than twice a day.
I am giving things away (or using them) rather than shoving them into a box and storing them away for the one day that never comes … (tomorrow)
I think I’m laughing more.
And listening more.
And trying harder.
I’m giving in to joy more often.
I’m more likely to just go ahead and cry.
I’m taking life in, not shutting it out.
Maybe taking my coffee black is as much metaphor as anything else. About taking things straight and not trying to alter a thing to make it more palatable. Maybe I’m a purist at heart. Maybe I finally realize cream is bad for me.
Maybe it is just because my tastes are changing. And now I’m a little underwhelmed by the idea too.
Luckily, the sun still rose today. It is my touchstone. Something sure and reliable. The swallows have returned and the refuge is showing signs of spring everywhere. The wrens were all a-flutter this morning, singing and darting about. I never thought I’d be a birder/photographer but look at me now. Black coffee and feathered friends. Impossible things happen every day.