The Coffee Camper ~ the day will wait

I love coffee.

I enjoy sitting down on the couch, in the morning, with a hot, steaming, fresh, cup of coffee.

I enjoy the aroma that a fresh brewed pot of coffee fills the living space with.

I like to cuddle with my puppies and watch the world begin to wake.

Like, when one is out camping.

Just take it all in.

Wipe the dew off of your favorite camping chair.

Watch the sun rise, hear the birds argue amongst themselves.

Maybe catch a glimpse of squirrels stealing last nights discards.

A hot cup of coffee in hand, out in the wilderness, and the world moves slower.

That's what I like about sitting and appreciating a cup of coffee.

For just a little while...everything moves at a pace I can keep up with.

Enjoy that first cup.

The day will wait.

The Coffee Camper

is up and ready to roll.

Events, Camp Grounds, Business's

she can go anywhere.

thecoffeecamper7@gmail.com

https://thecoffeecamper.etsy.com

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A fish who longs to be in water A bird who can not wait to fly A snake who wishes to recoil A mole searching for better ground Sky so lifted to give space Moon afraid to show his shape Hides behind a blanket of night Stars blink to share their light Oceans anger crashes down Beaches lying with the sand Rocks climb to stand tall Wind watches them all fall Mountain tall enough to roar Let loose his inner being Earth was burned to begin again. Gave life back to the living.

It Begins With A Spark

It begins with a spark Ignites into a flame It charges through your chest It fills your lungs Every breath you take burns within your throat Your eyes water Your head spins Your legs are too heavy to move You reach out... Hoping to touch something Hoping to feel something Needing to hold anything for support The tips of your fingers reach out a little farther It's difficult to see through the fog And then... Something is there Something to give you hope that not all is lost There it is, almost out of reach, but still there With one last belief in your own heart, you take that leap of faith And hold onto the one thing you believe can save you. You leap forward~ ~Towards Love!

Closed Heart

There's a door over there no one uses any more. Some have forgotten it exists. The locks were changed. Dust moved in. Not even a strong wind could get you in. The keeper cries, occasionally. For once she shared the beauty that was within. Till she learned it must be hidden. Now, she waits! No tears to shed, no laughter to hear. Everything good is gathered ~ in there. No one knows what she waits for. Maybe, not even she. Maybe a day when she might find, courage to open the door, and leave the key behind? Maybe someone good will see. All that she was meant to be. But, till then she guards the door. Never asking for anything more. Who is strong enough to see, The girl who hides behind a golden key?

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