Life could be a cup of coffee
I watch my empty cup become full of coffee. Even though a vast amount of events need to come together for this moment, I am 100% sure that I’ll be enjoying a full cup of steaming coffee. I breathe, and remind myself that life is not much different than this moment.
I enjoy my cup of coffee. I also enjoy finding great coffee beans. I love when my bag of freshly roasted coffee beans arrives. I love the aroma when I first open the bag. I love my special quart jar that I pour the beans into. And I love grinding the beans. I know when to stop buzzing based on a subtle sound change – I like listening for that every morning. I also enjoy the moment my peculator stops bubbling, signaling that coffee is ready! Then, it’s time for that special moment of mindfulness – from an empty cup to a fulfilled hope – a hot, steamy, aromatic, caffeinated, earthy tasting cup of coffee!
My coffee came from Columbia, South America. Think about I t- some farmer has been growing these plants, tending to them, waiting for the right time to pick the beans. Then the farmer picks them by hand, gathers them, washes and sorts them, dries the beans, and hopes for a buyer.
Now, there is this guy from Ithaca, NY who finds this farmer. This guy happened to figure out how to create a successful cafe in this tiny upstate NY town. He is the buyer, he gets these coffee beans all the way back to Ithaca – to his special roaster. They roast it, package it, and make it available to people like me. Then, there is the internet, where I get to purchase this coffee. Finally, it has to be delivered to my door…
There is so much more to a cup of coffee than I generally think about. Still, I am positive that every morning I’ll have a fresh cup. Each morning, I chant to myself that my dreams can be as true as this cup of coffee.