Every morning, Kevin rises before I do. He gets up in the dark, turns on NPR, and makes us breakfast. Usually poached eggs are involved, and bananas over yogurt with homemade granola. He comes and kisses my forehead, waking me up, and I find my breakfast steaming on the table, a mug of orange juice, and my vitamins. Then we listen, mostly about the election these days, but occasionally there's more, like the interview with Mary Oliver the other day about her writing process and her own morning rituals. As if making breakfast for me isn't enough, he surprised me with her newest collection, A Thousand Mornings. "Just because I love you, and I thought you needed it," he said. I'm so truly lucky. A favorite from A Thousand Mornings:
I HAVE DECIDED
I have decided to find myself a home
in the mountains, somewhere high up
where one learns to live peacefully in
the cold and the silence. It's said that
in such a place certain revelations may
be discovered. That what the spirit
reaches for may be eventually felt, if not
exactly understood. Slowly, no doubt. I'm
not talking about vacation.
Of Course at the same time I mean to
stay exactly where I am.
Are you following me?