September 16, 2014
When I awake, I am blessed with an East facing window. As awareness interrupts slumber, my first thoughts
are of the sunrise.
This morning, mist puffed off the pond, and I was overcome with an urgency to be amongst it with my camera.
Ignoring my silk nightie, I hastily donned my clunky farm boots and favorite
flannel shirt and raced into the brisk dawn.
Running in silk is new for me. I felt like a commercial as the wind ruffled the silk around me. One of the things
I absolutely love about the farm is the privacy. No one knew…
Traipsing through the dew filled morning, snapping photographs, I felt a rightness with my soul like awakening
to the perfect cup of coconut chai tea.
Nope, not coffee, definitely coconut chai tea.
If you have not tried coconut chai tea, I suggest you do. You will find it at World Market and it is worth every penny.
Add a dash of vanilla rice milk, and you can burn the beans.
Since I limit myself to one cup a day, I admit, I never drink out of that pretty little teacup- mine looks more
like a crock pot, but I wanted to portray sophistication to banish your vision of clunkiness.
There are times in life when the deliciousness of each moment permeates my senses like a fireball of joy, and
this beautiful morning was one of them.
As I returned to civilization, the fireball lessened; shivering, I realized silk is not the best garment to wear
on a 45 degree chilly morning. I raced back to a steaming cup of coconut chai. Aaah! Farm life- it suits me.