Thinking in the Quiet Hour
I n the quiet hour that I've been awake while my home and the world sleeps, I refreshed donned sweat clothes, cleaned my kitchen, ate a pomegranate, drank some tea at 5:30am, did some Tai Chi, and thought about this last day of 2025. morning brew My day has always been to rise early, do my morning refreshing, and usually, typically, grind the coffee beans. Today, however, with husband and daughters home on break, it is just unkind to burrrrrrrrr it this early. Thank goodness for my daughter's homemade lavender syrup and a cold brew from the French Press I made the other day. So, yes, coffee does get me thinking about life and possibilities and what can be. 2025 was a year of psychological trauma launched against the nation at the behest of the malignant narcissist-in-chief. Each day was a fresh expression of hell, honestly. No, I'm not an immigrant. No, I'm not unhoused. No, I'm not food insecure. Yet, I feel it all in the atmosphere because I am a person who ca...
