
My mug is full to the rim with a rich brown liquid. The steam rises in soft scented pillows. It is a vanilla, fruity, jasmine odour. There is nothing bitter in the smell. However, there is bitter chocolate notes in each sip that fades out into a deep creamy nut flavour of coconut. Can I offer you a cup of choconut? It is a chocolate coconut flavoured coffee.
If we were having coffee I would share with you that last weekend after we had a virtual cup of coffee my boys and I were able to get out to the snow hill by our house for our first sled of the year. It was sunny and mild and the hill wasn’t too busy. We had a great time. I lasted an hour then trudged home alone to shovel the driveway. I am happy to share that the boys followed along not to long after and finished up the drive way and played in the snow out front for another hour! It was a great November day.
If we were having coffee I would share with you that I still have not written the piece on grief that I would like to. It is kind of stuck in my mind, swirling around and trying to form into the right words. I wrote a teaser piece last weekend called Greif but it doesn’t touch on the surface of what I would like to say.
If we were having coffee I would share with you that I am reading book one of The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Ilse Witch. I wasn’t sure when I first started in. The flying contraptions and the war, it just wasn’t what I was expecting but I pushed through because it’s Terry Brooks. Sure enough I am hooked. Can’t put it down. If I didn’t have so many responsibilities I would totally take a read in bed day.
How is your coffee? If we were having coffee I would pass you the coffee pot. How was your week? What are you reading?
By Shari Marshall – 2020

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Eclectic Alli. I hope you have a chance to join us for a virtual cup: here.
I’ve written about grief many, many times. My words never quite feel like they’re good enough. The feeling outweighs the blog post, every time. I wish you luck on your next grief post.
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That is a good way to describe it, the feeling outweighing the post. Thanks for stopping Steven.
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Sledding on a snowy hill, your words bring back so many memories. Unfortunately, we haven’t had enough snow for sledding yet. I am putting it on my list. 😊☕
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Sledding is definitely a seasonal must when the snow and temperatures permit. Thanks for stopping in, have a great rest of your weekend.
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Sledding sounds so fun. We use to go to our local mountains for snowy days and sledding! It’s been at least 20 years, brings back memories! Thanks for the unusual coffee and hopefully, your words will find their way. Grief is difficult to pen indeed. ❤️
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Still looking forward to the grief post. More coffee please 😊.
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I can’t have coffee in real life at the moment so I’m living vicariously through these posts. 😀
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Happy to cup your virtual coffee cup full.
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Hi Shari. I don’t know of course, but suspect that in the case of such a topic that the muse is not satisfied until the emotion and meaning and impact of your grief is fully captured in a way that the reader would be able to follow and land in exactly the same spot, feeling, knowing and grieving to the same degree. I don’t know that grief can be fully shared through writing. It can be sampled, illustrated and accurately summarized. Well done, a written piece might wrap the event in honor, respect and value for that or who was lost. But I fear the pain you feel is too profound to be transmittable by mere words. But keep at it. If anyone can demonstrate my need to eat these words, I trust it would be you.
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I think that I haven’t been able to capture what I am after in words yet because as you noted, “the muse is not satisfied until the emotion and meaning and impact of your grief is fully captured in a way that the reader would be able to follow and land in exactly the same spot, feeling, knowing and grieving to the same degree.” I haven’t landed in the spot yet myself so the picture I would like to paint remains illusive.
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Hmm.
I believe what you feel is what you’re trying to capture but such things are not shareable which is torture for both you and everyone else.
You can do this Shari. Just don’t expect the impossible. Expect to honor and give us a sample of what it’s like.
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Thank you Gary. I have an inspirational sentence to use as a jumping off point. It came from my older son a few nights ago about the challenge of letting go…
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This sounds promising and I’m tempted to cite, from the mouths of babes . . . Bravo to him. I’m looking forward to reading it. I’ve been moody about such things lately as we’ve received word that the wife & mother from a family our kids grew up with is loosing a battle with liver cancer and has moved to in home hospice care. The community were still part of are greatly saddened as they are such a wonderful family and this woman is such a loving person. It’s been something of a cratering event for so many, especially her husband and 3 young adult boys.
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