Coffee, Tea, Hot Chocolate?

My morning ritual is making coffee: a café latte for Jennifer, a black pour-over for myself. It’s especially delicious, these bright sunny mornings, the blue sky, the birdsong, the clouds tinged a delicate pink. And the smells and sounds of the coffee-making.

It’s a way of ordering the mind, an awakening, a meditative and pleasurable task with each step.… Continue reading

My Healing Coffee Ritual

When the morning light brightens the windows and consciousness seeps through my slumber, I think of … coffee. Not in a Homer Simpson way (“Mmmm, coffee”), not enough to make me leap out of bed right away. Coffee’s more of an entry ramp to the new day. And there’s time to enjoy my Java across the morning.… Continue reading