Cup o' Joe

So many days of snot streaked breastmilk soaked clothes, highlighted with smoky sweet coffee ranging in temperate and pallet from freezing cold left on the counter while chasing toddlers and changing infants to chunky burnt remnants like sour tobacco from forgetting to turn off the pot. Finding moments like these to release the well of thoughts with that just right coffee still fresh and creamy dripping letters from my fingertips trying to illustrate the wellings of being a person like waters in a tidal flow. I thought I would write about hats. I thought I would write about fibers. I think I will write about anything I thought when I think I want to instead. Orion just catapulted off the coffee table - I do not own such furniture as the more flat surfaces that I provide the more imminent the climbing and the jumping become. However, we are staying with family in a time of transition - out of the broken mouldy tree house overlooking the glimmering river and mountains that poisons babies filling lungs with water... maybe to a grassy hillside to join our goats? On the sunny side that southern exposure offers? We shall see. In the interim we climb furniture, leaving a trail of crumbs behind us and a frantic mommy with a broom and a rag. Its a good day for a cup of coffee.