I rise early, of course. i always rise early. can't help myself. wander down the stairs in my pajama bottoms and bare feet to start the coffee and grab a handful of blackberries. later, once my coffee is brewed and in my eggshell colored cup, i find the way back into my cave of white cotton sheets. mary oliver to start the day, per usual. i read a poem, rip out the page and then put it in an envelope to send to my friend, sam. i know she will like it just as much as i do, hopefully more. open up my new mac, which works like a dream. check a blog or two. and then to the new york times. it is saturday morning and i am keeping my world at bay.
reading about south sudan and hearing their struggles sparked the thriving international studies student in me. peace is possible. peace is always possible. let's remember that.