Having filled the handy little device with my sweetheart’s favorite… Cameron’s Whole Bean Organic Velvet Moon, I pick up the old Toastmaster grinder (that she found at a garage sale so long ago for all of three dollars) and give it a shake while holding down the switch. It helps grind the coffee beans more evenly and adds opportunity for a little dance-like movement to this routine I’m so happy to have adopted these last few months.
I start to hum a goofy little tune.
My somewhat goofily swaying hips are now joined by the gentle touch of her hands as my sweetheart’s arms encircle my waist. Her body presses against my back and an impromptu coffee bean grinding dance ensues.
I put down the small machine for another morning kiss and then I’m back to it as she heads for the shower. The kettle switch has flipped now, so I pour the boiling hot water into the conical filter atop my sweetheart’s cup and then fill my own.
My cup is (of course) not filled with coffee.
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Anyone who knows me at all, knows that I don’t drink coffee. In fact, if you’ve known me well and for long enough, you have no doubt had to (at some point) suffer my admittedly unfair anti-coffee attitude. I’ve authored entire websites on the subject. I’ve made near enemies of those in the total coffee-freak culture club with my hateful harangues. The less adroit of whom I’ve even (unintentionally of course) made to cry.
Unintentionally of course.
As an artist, this course has been more than a bit of a bane for me socialy. Albeit one I have had a more than slightly mischievous mind to nurture. On more than a few occasions.
NOT unintentionally at all… of course.
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My sweetheart smiles at me lovingly. She sips from her cup with satisfaction and tells me “It’s perfect”.
Her cup… her current favorite was made by a potter from the Eagen Art House where she also works in clay and jewelry. My sweetheart did quite well at the recent holiday sale. I drink my usual concoction of organic raw cacao powder, goji berries and honey, from a cup made by a mutual friend who has a pottery in Duluth.
It has bees on it.
We drink our respective morning cups together in loving peace and sweet silence. A bite of yoghurt with peaches and blackberries from the local market make it all the more… such a beautiful morning.
What a wonderful thing to have let go of my afore-mentioned pho-coffee hatred. I’d found it funny. But looking back, I think very few had actually joined me in my much-less-than-mindful mirth.
But no matter.
I’m so very happy and this happiness is far more valuable than any fleeting fun I may have had from such things. It’s a happiness I will carry with me now.
Now…
Now as a new chapter in this newest chapter in this the start of all the rest of the chapters in my new life…
Begins…
So very blessed…
m(___)m
