I was sitting at my desk, staring sightlessly into space, when this came into focus (right beside one of my favorite cards – which makes me giggle as I write this because finding this mug is one of those little gifts our days are filled with that we tend to take for granted).
I don’t remember where it came from (the mug – I know exactly who gifted me with the card). It was probably given to me.
It might be the one I got from the Library, filled with an assortment of tea and honey and a really cool little spoon, as a thank you for the time the Library was filled with students waiting for the authors who had mixed up their author visit days and weren’t coming after all and I offered to tell a couple stories so the long walk from the school to the library wasn’t a complete waste of time. [I remember how terrified I was, how unprepared I felt, and yet I still made the offer – another time when alien forces took over my body – and how fear cramped my brain part-way through one of the stories and I got totally lost and I looked at my son, Gabriel, sitting so proudly among his peers and he reminded me what came next and it was . . . lovely (in retrospect) and I was proud of myself for following the impulse that had risen up in me, feeling the fear that accompanied it, and doing it anyway.]
Yeah . . . so . . . it could have come from the library (have I ever mentioned how much I love my library?) and I think, despite its loveliness, I must have decided to use it as a pen holder because I already had a favorite mug.
Which recently developed a crack.
Which meant I needed a new mug.
And the whole time I was angsting about finding a replacement, there was one sitting on the shelf above my office desk, patiently waiting to be noticed.
How often do we go looking for _____(fill in the blank – a new trinket / love / answers / our life purpose) when everything we need is right there in front of us, often within us, waiting to be seen in a different light?
Look at the similarities in these mugs!
They could be long-lost siblings.
The picture on the new one could also be a cherry, although it looks more like an app–oh my goodness! This is the second apple occurrence in a week! Remember the first one?
Perhaps these are subtle reminders of a half-finished project (one of the many I am attempting to clean up in my life) that stalled at Apple #37.
In any case, apples or cherries aside, I love the way this new mug looks and feels, the heft of it in my hand, the just-right width of its lip against mine. (Sound familiar?)
I’m sipping the perfect amount of chai from it as I write this and my beloved, long-serving mug now graces my office shelf, its usefulness transformed.
Where once it brought comfort, now its beautiful crack lets in the light . . . of cherished memories (and treasures), of comfort, of appreciation . . .
. . . of inspiration.