Well, seeing as my home is the center for the majority of my work AND getting out to a coffee shop, much less a decent one, in my town is nearly impossible, I chose to just invite Rumi to my very own kitchen table.
It seemed more than fitting, actually. This is where my boys and I gather for our Poetry and Tea Time ritual and this is where all the big, juicy conversations take place.
So, I poured Rumi some strong coffee and offered him some Piroutte wafers. Clearly, he enjoyed them.
And, just like that, Rumi is part of the family.
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