Sundays in Arkansas, my wife and I attended the First Church of Coffee on our Front Porch. It was our weekly coming to terms with ourselves.
Yesterday we spent all morning at the Assemblies of Calendar Planning. We needed time to discern the larger voices calling. After several hours, we now have a plan and are excited about the journey before us.
This morning I returned to my refuge at The Black Cow Coffee Co. It wasn’t seven months ago I searched for an optimal writing environment. And though I would not exchange my old home on the range, I’ll miss this place.