salt in my coffee

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).pink tinge

i didn’t know.

something happened,
and it took me months and
months and
months
to realize it.

i must have bumped a setting
on my camera
without knowing it
because my white balance
was slightly off
and all of my photos
were
a tinge pink.

and when i took pictures,
i could see it in my viewfinder.
the pinkness.
and yet,
i didn’t realize what had happened.

i was beginning to think
and believe
that everything around me
was slightly pink.

i wasn’t happy
with the images that i was taking.
they just didn’t sit right
but i didn’t know why.

i assumed that i was the one who was off,
not my camera.

so, i became
less and
less
interested in taking photos.
photos that i usually love taking.
photos that breath life
into my sometimes weary soul.

and then, about
NINE months
after i had
unintentionally altered that setting
in my camera,
i realized what had happened.

now, everything is back to the way that it had been.
back to the way it should have been.
back to the way it really was all along.

when i look through my viewfinder,
i see
what life really looks like.
i see
things the way they are.
and let me tell you,
things are not slightly pink.

it makes me wonder
what else i might
be seeing incorrectly.

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).gram

i smell my grandmother in the mornings of june.
a mixture of eucerine and toast
with a little bit of coffee mixed in.
and the blooming happy flowers brought to my nose
by a gentle southern california beachy breeze.

it is on the
gloomy
overcast
misty
mornings
that really bring those smells out.

and i still pinch myself
that i get to live in the same state
that i visited my gram in
each and every june since i was seven.

i also take great delight in
the fact that we have nearly identical
washing machines.

i relish in this time of year, especially.
or maybe it is just the birds chirping
the way that they do.
that might be it.

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).no tears on the eve

even though i missed her very first day of school
(because that was also luke’s very first day of school),
i will not miss her last.

but i will miss her
when the fall rolls around
and our house is a lot more quiet
and a lot less fun
and a lot less messy
and a lot less creative.
oh, how i will miss this girl.

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).firsts+lasts

when they are young,
it is a lot of firsts.
and then they grow up
and it is still a lot of firsts.

but also a lot of lasts.
lasts in the way things are.
it is all changing.
and you find yourself longing for the simpler days
that really were anything but simple.
so, you embrace the right now
with both arms.
open wide.

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).in the quiet

he meets us there.
in the quiet.
in the silence.
in the quiet of our hearts.
without distraction and noise.
He is there.
just waiting.
waiting for you and me to come.
and He gives rest to our weary souls.
when we come.
in silence.
without distraction to Him.
He reveals Himself.
deep in our souls.
we know that He is there.

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