Beautiful blessings in the wadi

In this online space, I have always been open and honest. I am often surprised when I peruse through my archives and see things I previously shared here. Whenever I have written a post, my process has always been the same. I’ll be wanting to pour my thoughts out on paper, and somehow through all…

Take time to taste the coffee.

What makes a good coffee? Lately I’ve been in that tired, comatose-like state where I leave half finished cups of coffee in forgotten places. Constantly on the go…fluctuating between the instant work kind (of varying strengths depending on which cup I use), and the more made to precision, proper roasts that I try to fit…

Mulberry Gold & Old Fashioned Faucets

I used to be a morning person. Back when mornings were meaningful and consisted of waking up to a coffee bubbling on a campfire. When you would crawl out of a tent to be greeted by morning mist off a lake. Back when mornings meant sleep was something you couldn’t wait to be over, because…

A spoonful of sugar.

Yesterday, I had a taste of  my own medicine. It was a bitter pill to swallow. I’ll let that sink in. You see, it was only a few days ago when a friend asked for my remedy  for a gloomy day. I was really quick to answer, after all, my days have been so sunshiney…

Hail, Rain or Sunshine

  “I had plans”, she said. As she gazed forlornly out her bedroom window. She was me, last Saturday morning. The rain chucking down buckets as I mentally meandered through my day and tried to discard any unnecessary items. Bittersweet it was. Oh the irony of people literally crying for rain one night and the…