Thankful – Stillness – Finished
Blooms on the mimosa tree filled the air with a soft, sweet fragrance. The wispy, white, and pink puffs were radiant against the green fern shaped leaves. Like opening a gift, the scent brought my grandmother to mind and the smell of the delicate powder she once wore.
I sat under the tree and drank the memory in while the sun lowered in the sky. The heat of the day was forced to concede. Giving way to the cool night air that was sent to refresh man and beast.
Dusk lured the fireflies out for their evening dance. A sprinkling of fluorescent green dots peppered the air just above the lawn. They invited me to rest in the stillness that had begun to settle over the day.
I accepted the offer and lifted a steaming cup of coffee to my lips. The warmth of the liquid left an easy trail to follow. Crashing over my tongue it gathered at the back of my mouth. Next, it took a slow and easy descent down my throat and towards my stomach.
Muscles in my chest tightened as my lungs filled with air. This is why I drink coffee.
To remember.
For comfort that comes from relationship. Bonds that were strengthened over conversations shared while enjoying the juice of the java bean.
The voices of my parents’ echo through my thoughts as an old reel begins to play. I can hear their laughter. The dogs barking as one of my siblings comes through the door. This was home.
Coffee is home.
I swirl the last sip in the mug before drinking it down.
Staring at the bottom of the cup I wasn’t ready for it to be finished.
I wasn’t ready to let them go.
Averting my eyes to the sky the stars speak of the promises of God. I am thankful that I belong to a much bigger family now.
I only have yet to meet them all.
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