contemplative 
A Louisa May Alcott quote on a little mug I ordered from England via the Internets.
Very sweet!
A little hand-painted cup encircled by a poem (the sentiment of which is pretty much my mantra):
I meant to do my work today
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
--Richard Le Galllienne (1866-1947)