If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
Good morning from the Grove, where the coffee is hot, and all are welcome.
First, there would be the shock. The staring. The realization that this is not a story or a movie. Then we’d need to make sure everyone was safe and understand whether these visitors meant us harm.
If they weren’t threatening, though, we wouldn’t be inhospitable. We’d put the coffee on and ask, “How do you take yours?”
Maybe they can’t drink coffee. Maybe they have their own idea of a comforting cup. We’d figure that out together. The important part is the invitation: come sit a spell. Tell us about yourselves. Let’s see what we can learn from each other.
The universe could drop company on our doorstep, and once the surprise settled, the Grove would make room at the table. That’s the only way we know to greet a guest.
Y’all come sit a spell.
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