The blessing came to me this morning. No, I didn't put any special attention into the making. Just charcoal
, paper, and a clean apparatus
dried overnight. And beans
, from the bottom of a two week old bag
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?