Monday, July 28, 2014

The World in My Cup

Some mornings, my cup seems to hold the whole world in its depths, and I fall in love with the tea and its cup, with this whole wide world and the deep blue space in which it floats, with the kitchen window and this tattered old life, all over again. 

I sit down in front of the computer to write about the experience, and I simply can't get the words together to describe it, can manage a single inadequate paragraph, and that is all - a rapt little bowl of words to describe something vast and beautiful, something sentient and breathing and boundless and inexpressible. 



Tabor said...

I find it hard to write about that ethereal essence of life.

Kameshwari said...

Today, this photo has so much to say. I like how I can just sink into this cup and allow myself to feel the world.

This photo is a World Cup.

Debbie said...

Your words are perfect just as they are. . . .


Guy said...

Hi Cate

That is a very eloquent photo, worlds within worlds.


Wisewebwoman said...

So much in this....thank you.