July 2021… in MN for a funeral, I wrote this. And while it feels unfinished, imperfect, uncomfortable, wrong and a myriad of other largely negative feelings, that’s grief. A life stopped short feels that way too.
Sitting in a bustling cafe in a little up and coming town in Minnesota, on the Mississippi. It’s a Monday, midday. I’ve just finished class and a small cup of soup for a very late breakfast. Today I’m feeling flat, like someone’s thrown a damp blanket on the fire or spilled cold water on your shoes. I’ve felt this way a lot in the last two weeks or so.
Coffee & Conundrums 