If we were having coffee, I’d hope we weren’t having it here! It’s not that you’re not welcome. It’s just that our current state of chaos, while productive and so lovely to me, isn’t that likely to feel hospitable to you. My Accomplice is on vacation this week and next, and our home is both staycation-shambelized and in the process of becoming considerably less shambelized in several areas, which, of course, means that, to the unitiated, it looks like an entropic jumble more than anything else.
So, let’s meet for coffee somewhere else, shall we? It’s chilly today, even if it’s much warmer than last Sunday, so we might want a fire. The clouds are dense, and of varying shades of grey and white, with little patches of spring-is-coming blue crazy-quilted in. It’s something of a poetic sky, and the sun just popped out brightly, casting long shadows, because it’s after 4pm here, and then sun will set in another hour or so. Still, it was getting dark by this time a month ago. Let’s pick a place with westward facing large windows, and comfortable overstuffed couched and chairs. You can decide the décor, and how many people, if any, are here with us.
If we were having coffee, we’d both be using our imaginations to pick the perfect spot, and the perfect cuppa to enjoy there, wherever ‘there’ is in your mind. For me, it’s somewhere cozy and intimate, an imaginary place that feels like snuggling up under warm blankets, with my Accomplice nearby, maybe puttering in the garage as he’s doing now, and my formerly feral, rather large tortoiseshell cat, Squeak, curled up purring beside me, or stretched out across the bed, taking up an insane amount of space for one purportedly small animal. I’d have a cuppa in a ceramic or stoneware mug with a pleasing texture and a flared curving shape that feels sensual and perfect in my hands. It’s almost too hot to wrap my hands around, though, because I like my coffee hot and sweet. I can taste the steam even before I have the first sip.
I’d tell you that this week has been full of mostly good things, but many of them seem small and wispy when I try to attach language to them. I’ve been reading Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction – partly as research before I take the giant leap of faith of sharing my own anywhere but on my own blogs – I’m only a bit over a week away to make truth of my first title: “Mission: Accomplished”.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday was my Accomplice’s birthday, and also the nineteenth anniversary of the day we met. We’re more the ‘loving gestures in the moment’ type than the ‘grand displays’ type, so my gifts to him were taking some time away from my own projects to be with him – talking, watching TV, and canoodling; giving him lots of space and time to do his own things; helping our son move some firewood from our next-door-neighbor’s front yard (that also helped the neighbors, because the pile was of no use to them and had become an eyesore. We’ve still got some kindling to gather, but I may get to that tomorrow.); and suggesting that he might enjoy ordering Chinese food for dinner, because he likes it, but usually orders things with the whole family’s tastes in mind, and I wanted him to be able to get just what he wanted. There was still a little something for everyone, but he happily munched his General Tso chicken. I’d tell you that I’m about to finish up the shrimp lo mein – but there’s enough to share, if your tastes run to snacking on tasty noodle dishes while you have a cuppa. =)
If we were having coffee, I’d say that all these happenings make me restless. I feel an upsurge of energy and creativity rising, but it’s not quite here yet. I’d say that I’ve learned to trust it and not to try to push to do all those projects I want to be doing, but which my distracted mind isn’t quite ready to embrace. Instead, I’m flitting here and there, toying with this and that. I’m making progress diversely, which means that it can look like not so much is happening, on the surface of things.
I’d tell you that, like an iceberg, my life can be deceptive. I’m dealing with larger things in tiny bursts, so, from the surface, it can look like nothing much is happening. I’m also making headway on smaller, more administratively intensive Other Things – the kind of unglamorous little life details that will make for a more pleasant, organized future, but which take time and attention to get to the still-future point of payoff. If you could see the entire bulk and shape of that iceberg, it would look very different beneath the surface.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that things are shifting, and for the better. Eventually, that shift will breach the surface, like a humpback whale, and it will be magnificent. I’d hope that you could say the same.
If we were having coffee, I’d bid you farewell with warm thoughts, and direct you to Part Time Monster’s Weekend Coffee Share for your next cuppa. And, of course, I’d wish you all a week full of the very loveliest of chaos, whatever that means for you!