Found this “cup of joe” image from an old Somerset publication that was already cut out so I can’t even tell you where it might be from, but it prompted me to think of sweet, rich, creamy coffee, talk and how so much of our friendship’s conversations are over coffee or tea.
Coffee rings on the counter, smoky brown and lots of layers, like the layers of conversation that wend there way with serendipity as we relax and drink our favorite brew.
Circles of connection, some obvious, some not, that take us to wandering in our paths and in our dreams.
Circles of community, intertwined with richness and a feeling of belonging.
Circles of hope for what we believe might be possible in the future, might be connected to each other. Jeez, and all that from the image of a cup of joe. Might have to re-think coffee and it’s powers from now on.