I broke my coffee pot last week. It was big and glass. I’d just cleaned my kitchen. Grounds, coffee, glass – everywhere! I was sad to lose that thing. When I moved to this country – where I don’t speak the language – I went to my local store and pantomimed making coffee in a French press. I even made the krrrrrrrrrrsh sound when I “pushed down the plunger”. The saleslady took me right to the shelf of coffee makers.
This coming week, one of my closest friends is leaving to go back to her country. She is giving me some of her kitchen supplies – including a French press. We’ve promised that we will have skype dates – her in her evening, me in my morning I expect. In my head I think she’ll open a bottle of wine and sip it while we talk. I’ll make coffee with the new-to-me French press that she has gifted to me. I bet I’ll even make the krrrrrrrrrsh sound for her. I can hear her response already. “That sounds awesome!”
The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But sit still and BE, and it can find you… at last. words and art by pamilajo florea.
Perhaps one of the most difficult – and most rewarding things… being.
I heard his TED talk and was so impressed! Let’s all go a little nuts and make the world better!
how amazing is it that even black holes sing? be brave and sing karaoke. If the universe can do it, you and I can as well…
Memories of coffee – My grandfather, awake in the middle of the night, smoking a cigarette, a cup of coffee next to him. Study group, cramming for exams, bottomless cups at the diner on the corner, the waitress calling each of us “hun.” Kona coffee while watching the waves roll in on a beach in Honolulu, sweet coffee from a vendor on Arab Street in Singapore, espresso in the shadow of the Coliseum in Rome. Bitter coffee on the night my grandmother died. Coffee has been with me at all the important moments of my life.
…in The Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. I rarely do art specifically from what is considered Holy texts, but this one has been on my mind for a few days. It isn’t that you will receive what you want… you will receive the proper desires. I like that idea.
My family name means “Flower”… I believe in opening and creating beauty. Bloom, my friends, bloom!
Happy May Day!