coffee and time.

a little while after the new year, my momma sent me some coffee. white heather. i write this sipping that coffee now-- that coffee that is the smell of home, the taste of home, the essence of my michigan home. perhaps it is the taste, that rich carmaly hazelnutty flavor; or perhaps it is the familiarity, knowing that a large warm mug of it in between my fingers is the image from home; or perhaps it is the connection, knowing that in just a few hours, other members of the family will be rubbing their sleepy eyes and reaching, too, for a mug of white heather. whatever the reason, this coffee is a godsend. 

there are too many things coming up to live for the moment. what a way to be looking into the future: bright eyed and ready to run. ready to run into whatever it brings, ready to throw my arms wide open, toss my head back, and run with all of my might into the next few weeks and the adventures that they bring. into wrapping things up. into heading back home. into seeing more things and saying goodbye to others. ready to run. maybe thats the image i need in order to keep my emotions under control. the image that most of my life is spent with: leaving a place, growing, bonding, making a story, and then flying once again. ready to run. and while the image is glorious, beautiful, sepia-toned and daffodiled, i wish i were walking. 

this weekend: the weekend in granada. 

coming soon: wilco concert. 

after that: a month working on a farm in the canary islands. 

finally: a visit from papi. 

and then heading back to homebase. 

much love, from this flying girl.