The Blessing

The blessing came to me this morning. No, I didn't put any special attention into the making. Just charcoal-filtered tap, paper, and a clean apparatus dried overnight. And beans, from the bottom of a two week old bag, desultorily ground. Eyeballed the levels, eyed everything while the eggs cooked.

Ahh. Expected expensive mud, got nectar instead. Just in time, I am blessed again: It can be just as simple to deviate from the routine as to follow it. Cream and Sugar stay on the shelf, and I accept this gift as it came.

What good are our careful rituals if they yield no less mud?