No matter where I am in the world, when I sit down to a cup of coffee, I am home. The ritual in brewing a pot of coffee soothes the most restless days; the sense of normalcy brings a calm aura to any atmosphere.
Sitting down to coffee with a friend, or even by one’s self, means allowing a moment for stillness. A cup of steaming coffee in hand lets silent moments pass comfortably, rather than awkwardly.
Recently, a friend called and asked what I had been doing. Of course I mentioned the cup of coffee I finally got to enjoy on a Saturday night. To my dismay, he dismissed my moment of stillness with, “Well that’s nothing special for you. You always drink coffee.”
Time to sit still with a cup of coffee is always special for me. This isn’t about addiction or dependence. It’s about taking time to be quiet and listen, whether that time is in the morning before anyone else is awake, in the afternoon rush hour traffic at a local coffee shop, or at 2 a.m. sitting at a desk over an assignment.
Some of my best conversations have occurred over coffee.
For me, it is never “just coffee.”
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Peter said:
What’s better than any coffee cup is taking time out of every day to pray the rosary or a favorite prayer. It has the routine, time, uniqueness, and closeness of coffee, but it’s benefits last far longer than any drink.
December 8, 2008 @ 4:22 pm