Coffee Meditations

I think I'll drink my coffee outside today

I think I like mornings so much because I’ve always romanticized the idea of new beginnings. Clean slates. Second chances. Tabula Rasa.

There’s a certain hopefulness to the opportunity presented by each new day. The feeling that anything can happen today. The feeling that I can be somebody.

Normally, the familiar responsibilities of work or routine cloud this imaginative yearning by the time I’ve finished my coffee. The drying of this morning’s dew and the quieting of once restless birds slowly reminds me of what distractions I am expected to tend.

I have many thoughts on many things. Most are woefully untested. And few, if any, are certainties. But there’s one idea that has been building within me for years. It is time that I surround myself with more important distractions.

So, who shall I be today, I wonder as I sip my coffee and admire nature’s reboot.

It’s a complicated sensation - that of decay. Not in the physical sense, but in the emotional binds that tie you to a place or an idea or a group of people.

It’s a feeling that resembles sadness, but it’s more nostalgic and hopeful than that. In fact, it’s entirely… natural. Unadulterated by pre-meditated depictions of how things are supposed to be. Emblematic of a great surrender to the way things actually are.

Things happen. Or they don’t. People change. Or they don’t.

Yesterday, I was there. Today, I am here. Tomorrow, I’ll be elsewhere.

Stagnation is just gas for your engine. You need to feel this way now to feel differently tomorrow.

Collige Virgo Rosas

With love,

Raig