I’d just come back from the store and had, I thought gotten all I’d need for the weekend, and most likely the rest of the month.

It was the last Friday of April, and some friends had sent me a care package with lots of canned goods, pickup bags for Campbell’s leavings when we walked, and between those things and what I’d bought I was fairly sure the last week of April and first of May would go off without a hitch.

I stood at the counter removing things from my pack, and as I reached the bottom, I began to get a sinking feeling.

“Where is it?” I demanded of the air.

Scrounging in the bottom of the tote I came to the realization that I’d forgotten a most important item.

“Drat!” I exclaimed. “I cannot believe I’ve done this. How could I be so darn forgetful?”

“Sneeze. Shake.” Was Campbell’s reply. He’d stayed home today and all he wanted was for me to get done so we could go on a proper walk now that the rain had stopped, and the sun was coming out from behind the clouds.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” I grumped to him as I searched the tote one last time, then seeing for sure it was empty, flung it away in disgust.

“Darn!” I observed. “I forgot my coffee. Well, I’ll surely have enough in the can for the weekend. If not, it’ll teach me to be more careful I suppose.”

I wasn’t about to ask anyone to go and get a can of coffee for me, and I didn’t feel like trudging to the bus stop and going back to the store. Though it had stopped raining, and I’d been fortunate to have a ride both to and from the store earlier, I was feeling rather worn out from the past week’s computer calamities, and I simply couldn’t bring myself to do another thing.

As Campbell and I walked down the block toward the bus stop I continued grumbling about having forgotten my coffee, and though Campbell was glad to be out I was still very unhappy with myself.

Once back inside I plopped down into my recliner and sighed, “Well, girl, if you run out, you’ll learn to be more careful next time.”

Saturday morning, I woke to find that I had just enough coffee for a couple of cups, and when I made my morning brew, I found I’d made it a bit strong.

“Good.” I observed. “It’ll make extra. Just add the rest of the grounds in and you should be able to get by until Monday.”

But that turned out not to be as accurate as I’d first thought because when I made the second cup by adding the tiny bit of grounds left and pouring water into the pot and letting it drip over the grounds in the basket, I found it to be just strong enough to stand.

“Well, heck!” I grumbled. “Sunday is going to suck.

All that day I kept hunting through the kitchen cabinets. I just knew I had a tea-bag or two lying around, but the more I searched, the less I believed it was so.

“Well.” I observed as I readied for bed on Saturday night, “You’re going to get a valuable lesson in being more mindful, aren’t you?”

Sunday morning dawned misty and cool, and as I stumbled to the bathroom for my morning’s necessary and routine of washing my face, and brushing my teeth and hair, I remembered there was no hot strong coffee waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Oh! Gees.” I moaned. “How on earth will I ever wake up properly?” I mumbled to no one as I trudged into the kitchen for my morning bottle of water. My head felt muzzy from the left-over vestiges of my night-time meds and I so needed a cup of coffee.

“Oh! Hell!” I grouched to the air. “As if things weren’t bad enough, I observed gloomily. “I’ve forgotten to put my water into the freezer so it would be nice and icy cold.”

Taking my bottle out from under the tap I said, “Well, at least it’s not too warm. This will just have to do. Coffee or no, I must have my morning allotment of water.”

Making my way to my recliner and flopping into it with a sigh of disgust, I decided I’d best get over the bad start to the morning, be thankful for the fact that I had a home to wake up in and a wonderfully loving dog to be with, and work to make the day as good as it could be.

Soon, I’d read through all the morning mail and Campbell was starting to become restless and so even though it was a bit early I decided to feed and take him out.

As we walked round in the yard, with him sniffing the freshly mown grass with delight, and me enjoying the happy birdsong despite my lack of caffeine I decided I was going to put into practice my beliefs, and even though I was certain there was no coffee, and I had no tea-bags after all, I sent up a prayer.

“Thank you for the sun.

Thank you now day’s begun, all our needs, wants, and desires they’re met.

Thank you for what we have and haven’t yet.

Thank you when day is through, we will still be we and you will still be you.

Light our path and guide our way.

Give us that which to do and say.

So, mote it be and blessid be. Amen.”

And with that, Campbell’s joyful sniffing and the happy birdsong somehow, I felt better.

“You know? It’s not really the end of the world. I mean I’m not going to fall over dead away without my morning brew.” I chided myself. “Girl, you’ve got a ton and half things to be thankful for. I mean think about it. Here you stand in this beautiful yard, with a healthy happy dog, and though he no longer wishes to guide, he’s recovered nicely from his winter sickness, and between those things and all the many other blessings you have which you could think of if only you’d get your head out of your rump, you’d see that spending one morning without coffee isn’t such of a much after all.”

Continuing round the house with Campbell thumping his tail happily against my leg I firmly pushed the grump out of my head.

Once back inside I gave Campbell the rest of his morning medication and then, “Humm? Let me look up here behind all these bags of peas and rice just once more. Maybe…?”

Reaching back into the cabinet where I kept all my canned goods, pastas, and dried beans and rice, I began to shove things to the side. Then standing on tiptoe I reached into the farthest back corner and…

“Oh! Praise be!” I shouted! “Oh! Yeah! Hell Yea!” I wrapped my fingers firmly round the lone tea-bag and pulled it out.

“Look Bubba! Can you believe it?”

I danced round the kitchen in total bliss, with Campbell dancing with me wagging his tail excitedly even though he had no idea why his human mother was so happy, and then as I opened the family sized tea-bag and poured the loose leaves into the little basket designed for one cup at a time brewing I saw that there was enough for not one but two, possibly three cups of hot strong tea.

“Hey!” I declared. “I’ve got milk and sugar too. What about that?”

As I waited for the tea to brew, I sent up another prayer.

“Thanks Mother Father God. I’m so glad I’m learning to shove out of the negative, and into the positive no matter what, and I am truly grateful for your reward.”

A few minutes later as I stood stirring my first hot, strong life-saving cup of tea of the day I reflected, “You know? It wasn’t so long ago that waking up without a cup of coffee or tea would’ve wrecked me for the day. I’d have walked round all day in a funk determined that the whole day was lost and that tea-bag would’ve continued to languish in there until it was no good and my day was totally lost to my lack of faith. But now, here I stand with a wonderful cup of tea, but more than that I’ve got a great attitude to go along with it.”

Taking Campbell and going out onto the back deck to enjoy the morning and my blessidly wonderful cup of tea I felt lighter and more well than I had in a few days.

I’d made it through the tech tornados of the previous couple weeks, I had a kitchen filled with food, a beautiful healthy loving dog at my feet, and a cup of tea to hand.

“What more could a girl want on such a fine morning as this?” I asked. And, as the morning birds continued their song, and Campbell lie scenting the fresh misty air I again whispered my thanks.

When there was only one swallow of tea left in my cup I stood, walked over to the deck railing and lowering my head in prayer I gave thanks to Mother Earth for her sustaining me, and to Father God for his Guidance. Then, pouring the last of the tea onto the ground I declared for all spirit to hear…

“Thank you, Mother Father God, for your patient teaching, and for all your wonderful love and blessings. May I become less forgetful, more mindful, and may I continue to remember your lessons and be faithful enough to put them into practice no matter how bad things might get.”

Now, as I sit here writing this with the sun rising, Campbell snoring on the loveseat and my wonderful home’s arms wrapped securely around me, my heart is full and my spirit is refreshed, and I invite you to believe.

I won’t instruct you in any one practice of faith for I believe that all must walk on their own path of belief but I will say that there is indeed a creator and no matter what you call that creator if you allow it you will always be safe, cared for and loved.

Over the years as I’ve struggled through this thing we call life I’ve done so in the knowledge that through it all I’ve not been truly alone, and though there have been times when I’ve thrust my fists into the air and cried out in frustration and fear, in the end I’ve always come back to the realization that if only I believe I have.

Thanks for reading.

Until next time this is Patty who is glad, she has her loving heavenly parents to guide her along her way, and King Campbell Super Retired Seeing Eye Dog who never doubted them for a moment saying…

May harmony find you, and blessid may you be.
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